[For his part, Vanitas heaves a sigh at his clueless friend, shrugging lightly for Vincent's benefit, as if to say "he is what he is and there's no helping him." Sometimes Noé can be as dense as brick. Hardheaded as one, too...]
I didn't think you'd mind too terribly. After all, it isn't as though we have any issues between us, correct?
[While Vincent heads for the bed, he takes up position on the desk chair, crossing one leg over the other and folding his arms over his chest to watch the proceedings.]
[Noé knew what Vincent was supposed to be coming for. But that didn't mean he was necessarily expecting this. Or, well. So quickly. His cheeks darken redder as Vincent approaches him on the bed, swallowing as the blond removes his cravat, getting so close so quickly. He glances from Vincent to Vanitas when the other mentions his name, glancing over Vincent's shoulder to the other.]
[ Leaving the tie atop the bed, he reaches out to gently take the gift box from Noé’s hands, placing it on the bedside table. ]
Yes, that’s right. Both of us are here for you, right now.
[ After some deliberation, he shifts to turn and rest his back against the taller man - and expectantly looks to Vanitas, so that he may join them on the bed. ]
I think you might be more useful here, don’t you? [ Though, in the meanwhile, he’s resting his head back on Noé’s shoulder, whilst unbuttoning his collar. ]
I'm here to make sure he doesn't... tease you too much.
[Yes, that's a good way of phrasing it. Not too inflammatory yet not overly subtle in his meaning. Enough so that Vincent will know what he means without worrying Noé, hopefully.]
Tch. I don't see how, but very well.
[Frowning slightly, he divests himself of his cloak and strides over to stand before them, arms secured across his chest while he watches the proceedings with a hint of something bordering on annoyance or maybe irritation. It's almost a pout that makes its way onto his face, rather than a scowl.]
[Noé doesn't seem too concerned or worried. More that he may be a little confused. But he doesn't protest at Vanitas joining them. Mostly, he just feels kind of guilty. Knowing that Vanitas wants to have this with him, but can't because of his being an Archiviste. His ability to see someone's memories. He almost apologizes, but he isn't sure if Vanitas had admitted that to anyone else. To Vincent. So he keeps quiet, for now. Nor does he protest about Vincent shifting, merely ensuring that he was positioned comfortably with the other leaning back against him.]
[Despite his huffy attitude, Vanitas doesn't protest much, muttering something about 'incorrigible fools' before alighting on the bed along with the other two. With Vincent seated in front of Noé, he takes a place in front of Vincent, glancing back at him dubiously as he tugs at the ribbon on his chest, loosening it up.
He's grateful for Noé not mentioning his little pangs of jealousy, if only to spare himself more playful banter or teasing aimed at him instead.]
If you simply want some extra entertainment, you need only say so.
[It's just Vincent? And if Vanitas was with him and all, them being together, surely it meant this was fine? Probably. Or, well. Noé assumes so, anyway. It's still hard to figure out exactly what it was between the two of them. Let alone himself and Vanitas. He doesn't want to surprise Vincent, or accidentally jostle them all, so he waits while Vanitas settles himself on the bed with them, a hand at Vincent's shoulder and the other balancing himself on the bed beside him.]
Entertainment how?
[Does he want to know? Probably not. But he will probably find out anyway.]
[At having his intentions put so bluntly, Vanitas can't help an exasperated sigh, but. Well. Par for the course, really. So long as Noé understands that he's here because he wants to help keep him safe, then that's fine.]
I was worried he might get frisky with you, idiot.
[For the love of all that is holy and good, let that be enough--! For his part, he gets perfectly comfortable against Vincent, resting his head against the shoulder opposite where Noé is peering around at them.]
So yes. Mouth on him, Noé. And you--! Mr. Incorrigible! Hands where I can feel them.
[Oh. Well. He's not sure why Vanitas would expect anything of the sort, but he supposes the main thing is that the other was here to help. For whatever his reasons might be. Still, once he tells Noé to go ahead, he shifts slightly, brushing Vincent's hair to the side and taking a breath. Reminding himself that at least this time, he doesn't have to worry about seeing any of Vincent's memories. He tries to ignore the heat on his face as he lowers and nudges Vincent's neck as if in some brief apology or thanks, before he bares his fangs and pierces the skin.]
[ The moniker leads to a chuckle from Vincent, rather delighting in this bratty front that the other is putting on. Little does the other seem to realize, the jealousy filters through their connection, as well… and he even likes that, too. Even if it isn’t for him, or at his expense… A complicated feeling, that.
Before he can think too much into it, his hair is being played with, and he only cranes his neck to the side to allow it. The nuzzle catches him off guard, though. A rather sweet gesture, especially given the circumstances— ah, but his skin is being pieced then, leaving his fingers winding into the fabric over Vanitas’ stomach with a grunt.
Soon enough, however, he’s releasing a shuddered breath, hips shifting forward. He’d nearly forgotten how good it feels. ]
[It's unbeknownst to Vanitas that his feelings are leaking through their connection; he's yet to figure out which emotions are his own and which belong to either Vincent or Noé. All he knows is that there's a sting of some ugly, foreign feeling that compels him to be here for this rather intimate act. It isn't just for Noé's benefit, he knows that. It's for his own. Sating some part of himself that can't be had any other way. Not without risking injury to Noé again for him trying to drink his blood.
At least he has Vincent's attentions to distract him, as he covers his lover's hands with his own as he feels them tighten on his shirt. It's painful, he knows, being bitten by a vampire. Yet he's also well aware of how exquisite the sensation becomes after the initial piercing. So he tries to soothe the blond by stroking his hands and offering up his own neck, craning his head to the side. Inviting him to either kiss or bite as he pleases.]
[Noé is oblivious that Vincent would be able to pick up on Vanitas's feelings. That jealousy and desire to be the one being bitten by him. He just hopes it doesn't hurt too badly when his fangs pierce Vincent's skin, given that it is an injury still, however pleasant the sensation may be afterwards as he feeds. His eyes are closed as he does, his tongue lapping at the blood that comes through the small puncture wounds from his fangs.
His arm shifts to wrap around Vincent's waist, as if he is trying to keep him upright, instinctively. Wanting to support him. Because they are on the bed, it wouldn't matter so much if Vincent were to collapse again. Besides, Vanitas was here as well. But he can't help that instinctive protectiveness. He's more distracted by that odd taste from Vincent's blood. He'd said it was likely because he was dying. As a Spectral. Wasn't it? That metallic coppery taste that fills his mouth seems tinged with something unpleasant that he still can't quite place. But even so, it does still sate some part of him.]
[ Painful though it may be, Vincent finds sensation that to be enjoyable enough in itself.
The radiating ache, that smooth tongue lapping at his flesh - Vanitas’ hands petting along his own, and the arms encircling his waist. There’s little room in his mind for anything else but these accumulating little pleasures, heightened by Noé’s bite.
A breathy moan escapes him, resting his head against his lover’s, at first. Desire builds, and that neck is offered to him - so, mindlessly, he complies. Dusting kisses, from behind his ear, down to the curve of his neck. There, the caress of his lips becomes more languid, teeth ghosting along its skin. Once he finally bites down, he moans wholly, palms smoothing up along the other’s stomach and over his chest. ]
[Listening to the noises as Noé feeds does something fierce to Vanitas' body, making him ache with longing in every sense of the word, for multiple things, none of which he can have right now. ...well, he can at least indulge in one vice, anyway.
He clutches Vincent tight around his waist as they all hug one another, and nudges against the blond's head when he leans upon him, affectionate yet encouraging him further down until those lips press along his neck and are joined by teeth. It's not quite the same as being teased by a vampire, but it's still damn nice, especially once Vincent draws a grunt from him with the firmer bite, culminating in a low whine of pleasure as he shivers from the touches to his front.
While he tries not to be too pushy, he listens to keep tract of how long Noé feeds for, if only to make sure his newfound need for blood hasn't made him overly hungry for the stuff.]
[It probably helps that the vampires have something when they feed that makes it pleasurable. That helps them to subdue and calm their prey if necessary. Not that he does it on purpose. But he does want this to be a better experience than the times he had been bitten against his will.
Noé doesn't mean to be too loud or to cause things to escalate too much. Doesn't want to take too much. This is probably assisted by Vincent's blood tasting so different from what he is more accustomed to or prefers, especially when compared to even just the smell of Vanitas's.
Still, after a moment, he does pull back, if only to at least check in on Vincent. That the other wasn't seeming too weak or anything. His half-lidded eyes that look the blond over have changed to a brighter red from feeding as he licks his lips, just barely pulled back enough to stop and check on them.]
[ With a languid shake of his head, Vincent glides his monstrous textured tongue along the gentle welts he’s created upon Vanitas’ skin. With the part of his mouth, his breathy groan would wash over its wetness, followed by his low and wanton voice. ]
It’s fine… Keep going.
[ It certainly doesn’t help that he has little regard for his own wellbeing, or the consequences it may bring. What’s the worst that could happen, that it kill him? Nearly impossible, and anything less would be better than he’s been feeling as of late. ]
[For what is supposed to be a freaky appendage, Vanitas certainly has no issues with the strange sensation rolling over his skin, and in fact welcomes it as a much pleasurable experience. Almost as much as those delicious noises escaping from Vincent's beautiful lips.]
Don't you pass out on me...
[He grumbles that bit out, elbowing the blond lightly to make his point infinitely clear. Last thing he wants is to get squashed by the older man keeling over on top of him! Still, he reaches back, stretching to pet Noé's hair in reassurance. Letting him know that if the idiot does pass out, it's no fault of his.]
[He takes Vincent at his word. He's pretty sure he hasn't taken much yet. So a little more is probably fine. It's just that part of him can't help wanting to be cautious. Especially knowing that Vincent was important to Vanitas. He doesn't want anything to happen to him. Still, with the permission, he leans back in, his fangs piercing at the same spot to not injure the blond further than he already has.
There's something reassuring and almost nostalgic about Vanitas petting his hair. Maybe it reminds him of Domi. How she would do something similar sometimes when holding him. He gives a soft hum as he sucks, licking at Vincent's neck. He still doesn't particularly like the taste, but it's still blood. His hold around Vincent's waist tightens a little, his hair shifting with his movement to brush against the blond's shoulder.]
[ Exhaling with amusement, his nails follow the contour of Vanitas’ chest, teeth plucking at his skin playfully. ]
How I appreciate your concern, kitten…
[ This time, the bite only elicits a long and drawn breath through his nostrils. Without meaning to, he rolls into the touch about his waist, thighs pressing into his lover’s hips. A huff escapes his parted lips whilst nuzzling up the side of the younger man’s neck. Pressing his teeth into the tender muscle there, he aims to merely bruise, unless he hears any protests; sucking at the flesh idly as he feels his focus wane.
Gradually, the strength in his arms begins to leave him, and he licks over his lips. Hesitating, unsure if he wants it all to end. ]
[His hand repeatedly strokes over Noé's hair, knowing how much he loathes this newfangled need of his for blood when before it had merely been an indulgence. Thankfully he's distracted by Vincent's hands and teeth teasing at his flesh, making him shiver lightly.]
You know I do worry...
[Even if he's a touch callous about how he shows it. It's difficult to remember that him and Vincent aren't alone, despite the hand in Noé's hair. Especially when his lover squeezes him, making him feel things he shouldn't in the presence of other people. Although... perhaps since it's Noé, it's fine... As is the way in which Vincent works to leave him with a delicious bruise, something he's always keen on, whether it's giving or receiving. It leaves him breathless and with a sighing moan.
Though he can feel the way the blond's hold starts to go limp and hurriedly, he tugs at Noé's hair lightly to get his attention.]
[Noé carefully but hurriedly pulls back when Vanitas tugs at his hair, blinking as his eyes shift hue back to their usual violet as he glances at Vincent worriedly.]
I didn't take too much, did I?
[He still has some blood on his lips and chin as he pulls back, checking on the other two. Worrying if something was wrong with Vincent that Vanitas told him to stop. His hold around Vincent's waist loosens a little with how he pulls back, but he's still trying to support the blond even as he shifts. His face has a little more colour to it, even if his cheeks are flushed in his initial worry. His hair is probably a mess from Vanitas running his fingers through it, but he doesn't seem to care about that.]
[ Ah. Though he hesitated to speak for himself, it seems that Vanitas has done so in his place.
Vincent isn’t sure what he was thinking, really— no, that’s the problem; he wasn’t thinking at all. ]
Mm, not your fault.
[ With the tallest of them pulling away from him, Vince instinctively places a hand on the mattress to keep all of his weight from resting on his lover.
Unfortunately, that arm buckles on him instead, and not only does the blond plop backward against Noé, he ends up tugging Vanitas along with him. Hardly a big deal, as it’s barely a fall - however, it’s enough that he’s left himself slouched back and sandwiched between the two awkwardly.
Once the room stops teetering so much, he chuckles. ]
No, I definitely should have said something… Was caught up in the moment, I suppose.
[Even with Vanitas speaking up on Vincent's behalf, it seems like it's a little too late to prevent anything dangerous from happening. So a grumpy scowl is the result of the blond being all calm and nonchalant about this.]
No, it's not. It's absolutely your own damn f--
[Except he doesn't get the chance to chide his lover for his foolishness before they're both squishing Noé like a rather lightweight sandwich. Full of annoyance and fussing up a storm, Vanitas' legs flail helplessly and he wiggles about in Vincent's arms.]
You idiot! Be more careful of yourself, dammit! What if it wasn't Noé and me here with you but some stranger who didn't care a lick for you, huh? What do you think would become of you then??
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Date: 2025-10-21 06:08 pm (UTC)I didn't think you'd mind too terribly. After all, it isn't as though we have any issues between us, correct?
[While Vincent heads for the bed, he takes up position on the desk chair, crossing one leg over the other and folding his arms over his chest to watch the proceedings.]
Don't worry, Noé-- I'm here for your benefit.
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Date: 2025-10-22 03:48 am (UTC)[Noé knew what Vincent was supposed to be coming for. But that didn't mean he was necessarily expecting this. Or, well. So quickly. His cheeks darken redder as Vincent approaches him on the bed, swallowing as the blond removes his cravat, getting so close so quickly. He glances from Vincent to Vanitas when the other mentions his name, glancing over Vincent's shoulder to the other.]
For me?
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Date: 2025-10-22 04:07 am (UTC)Yes, that’s right. Both of us are here for you, right now.
[ After some deliberation, he shifts to turn and rest his back against the taller man - and expectantly looks to Vanitas, so that he may join them on the bed. ]
I think you might be more useful here, don’t you? [ Though, in the meanwhile, he’s resting his head back on Noé’s shoulder, whilst unbuttoning his collar. ]
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Date: 2025-10-22 04:16 am (UTC)[Yes, that's a good way of phrasing it. Not too inflammatory yet not overly subtle in his meaning. Enough so that Vincent will know what he means without worrying Noé, hopefully.]
Tch. I don't see how, but very well.
[Frowning slightly, he divests himself of his cloak and strides over to stand before them, arms secured across his chest while he watches the proceedings with a hint of something bordering on annoyance or maybe irritation. It's almost a pout that makes its way onto his face, rather than a scowl.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 04:28 am (UTC)[Noé doesn't seem too concerned or worried. More that he may be a little confused. But he doesn't protest at Vanitas joining them. Mostly, he just feels kind of guilty. Knowing that Vanitas wants to have this with him, but can't because of his being an Archiviste. His ability to see someone's memories. He almost apologizes, but he isn't sure if Vanitas had admitted that to anyone else. To Vincent. So he keeps quiet, for now. Nor does he protest about Vincent shifting, merely ensuring that he was positioned comfortably with the other leaning back against him.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 04:49 am (UTC)What better way to prevent teasing than to accept my wandering hands, mm? Perhaps I’ll nibble on you, in turn.
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Date: 2025-10-22 04:57 am (UTC)[Despite his huffy attitude, Vanitas doesn't protest much, muttering something about 'incorrigible fools' before alighting on the bed along with the other two. With Vincent seated in front of Noé, he takes a place in front of Vincent, glancing back at him dubiously as he tugs at the ribbon on his chest, loosening it up.
He's grateful for Noé not mentioning his little pangs of jealousy, if only to spare himself more playful banter or teasing aimed at him instead.]
If you simply want some extra entertainment, you need only say so.
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Date: 2025-10-22 05:03 am (UTC)[It's just Vincent? And if Vanitas was with him and all, them being together, surely it meant this was fine? Probably. Or, well. Noé assumes so, anyway. It's still hard to figure out exactly what it was between the two of them. Let alone himself and Vanitas. He doesn't want to surprise Vincent, or accidentally jostle them all, so he waits while Vanitas settles himself on the bed with them, a hand at Vincent's shoulder and the other balancing himself on the bed beside him.]
Entertainment how?
[Does he want to know? Probably not. But he will probably find out anyway.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 05:35 am (UTC)[ Briefly distracted from the task of opening his shirt, Vincent’s hands slide along Vanitas’ waist, securing the other’s body against his.
However, his gaze will flick back to Noé with a grin. ]
You companion doesn’t trust that I wouldn’t keep my hands off of you, so I’ll be playing with him, instead.
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Date: 2025-10-22 05:42 am (UTC)I was worried he might get frisky with you, idiot.
[For the love of all that is holy and good, let that be enough--! For his part, he gets perfectly comfortable against Vincent, resting his head against the shoulder opposite where Noé is peering around at them.]
So yes. Mouth on him, Noé. And you--! Mr. Incorrigible! Hands where I can feel them.
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Date: 2025-10-22 05:55 am (UTC)[Oh. Well. He's not sure why Vanitas would expect anything of the sort, but he supposes the main thing is that the other was here to help. For whatever his reasons might be. Still, once he tells Noé to go ahead, he shifts slightly, brushing Vincent's hair to the side and taking a breath. Reminding himself that at least this time, he doesn't have to worry about seeing any of Vincent's memories. He tries to ignore the heat on his face as he lowers and nudges Vincent's neck as if in some brief apology or thanks, before he bares his fangs and pierces the skin.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 06:21 am (UTC)Before he can think too much into it, his hair is being played with, and he only cranes his neck to the side to allow it. The nuzzle catches him off guard, though. A rather sweet gesture, especially given the circumstances— ah, but his skin is being pieced then, leaving his fingers winding into the fabric over Vanitas’ stomach with a grunt.
Soon enough, however, he’s releasing a shuddered breath, hips shifting forward. He’d nearly forgotten how good it feels. ]
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Date: 2025-10-22 06:30 am (UTC)At least he has Vincent's attentions to distract him, as he covers his lover's hands with his own as he feels them tighten on his shirt. It's painful, he knows, being bitten by a vampire. Yet he's also well aware of how exquisite the sensation becomes after the initial piercing. So he tries to soothe the blond by stroking his hands and offering up his own neck, craning his head to the side. Inviting him to either kiss or bite as he pleases.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 07:08 am (UTC)His arm shifts to wrap around Vincent's waist, as if he is trying to keep him upright, instinctively. Wanting to support him. Because they are on the bed, it wouldn't matter so much if Vincent were to collapse again. Besides, Vanitas was here as well. But he can't help that instinctive protectiveness. He's more distracted by that odd taste from Vincent's blood. He'd said it was likely because he was dying. As a Spectral. Wasn't it? That metallic coppery taste that fills his mouth seems tinged with something unpleasant that he still can't quite place. But even so, it does still sate some part of him.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 10:16 am (UTC)The radiating ache, that smooth tongue lapping at his flesh - Vanitas’ hands petting along his own, and the arms encircling his waist. There’s little room in his mind for anything else but these accumulating little pleasures, heightened by Noé’s bite.
A breathy moan escapes him, resting his head against his lover’s, at first. Desire builds, and that neck is offered to him - so, mindlessly, he complies. Dusting kisses, from behind his ear, down to the curve of his neck. There, the caress of his lips becomes more languid, teeth ghosting along its skin. Once he finally bites down, he moans wholly, palms smoothing up along the other’s stomach and over his chest. ]
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Date: 2025-10-22 10:36 am (UTC)He clutches Vincent tight around his waist as they all hug one another, and nudges against the blond's head when he leans upon him, affectionate yet encouraging him further down until those lips press along his neck and are joined by teeth. It's not quite the same as being teased by a vampire, but it's still damn nice, especially once Vincent draws a grunt from him with the firmer bite, culminating in a low whine of pleasure as he shivers from the touches to his front.
While he tries not to be too pushy, he listens to keep tract of how long Noé feeds for, if only to make sure his newfound need for blood hasn't made him overly hungry for the stuff.]
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Date: 2025-10-22 11:17 am (UTC)Noé doesn't mean to be too loud or to cause things to escalate too much. Doesn't want to take too much. This is probably assisted by Vincent's blood tasting so different from what he is more accustomed to or prefers, especially when compared to even just the smell of Vanitas's.
Still, after a moment, he does pull back, if only to at least check in on Vincent. That the other wasn't seeming too weak or anything. His half-lidded eyes that look the blond over have changed to a brighter red from feeding as he licks his lips, just barely pulled back enough to stop and check on them.]
This isn't too much?
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Date: 2025-10-23 06:55 am (UTC)It’s fine… Keep going.
[ It certainly doesn’t help that he has little regard for his own wellbeing, or the consequences it may bring. What’s the worst that could happen, that it kill him? Nearly impossible, and anything less would be better than he’s been feeling as of late. ]
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Date: 2025-10-23 07:10 am (UTC)Don't you pass out on me...
[He grumbles that bit out, elbowing the blond lightly to make his point infinitely clear. Last thing he wants is to get squashed by the older man keeling over on top of him! Still, he reaches back, stretching to pet Noé's hair in reassurance. Letting him know that if the idiot does pass out, it's no fault of his.]
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Date: 2025-10-23 09:29 am (UTC)[He takes Vincent at his word. He's pretty sure he hasn't taken much yet. So a little more is probably fine. It's just that part of him can't help wanting to be cautious. Especially knowing that Vincent was important to Vanitas. He doesn't want anything to happen to him. Still, with the permission, he leans back in, his fangs piercing at the same spot to not injure the blond further than he already has.
There's something reassuring and almost nostalgic about Vanitas petting his hair. Maybe it reminds him of Domi. How she would do something similar sometimes when holding him. He gives a soft hum as he sucks, licking at Vincent's neck. He still doesn't particularly like the taste, but it's still blood. His hold around Vincent's waist tightens a little, his hair shifting with his movement to brush against the blond's shoulder.]
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Date: 2025-10-23 10:00 am (UTC)How I appreciate your concern, kitten…
[ This time, the bite only elicits a long and drawn breath through his nostrils. Without meaning to, he rolls into the touch about his waist, thighs pressing into his lover’s hips. A huff escapes his parted lips whilst nuzzling up the side of the younger man’s neck. Pressing his teeth into the tender muscle there, he aims to merely bruise, unless he hears any protests; sucking at the flesh idly as he feels his focus wane.
Gradually, the strength in his arms begins to leave him, and he licks over his lips. Hesitating, unsure if he wants it all to end. ]
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Date: 2025-10-23 10:21 am (UTC)You know I do worry...
[Even if he's a touch callous about how he shows it. It's difficult to remember that him and Vincent aren't alone, despite the hand in Noé's hair. Especially when his lover squeezes him, making him feel things he shouldn't in the presence of other people. Although... perhaps since it's Noé, it's fine... As is the way in which Vincent works to leave him with a delicious bruise, something he's always keen on, whether it's giving or receiving. It leaves him breathless and with a sighing moan.
Though he can feel the way the blond's hold starts to go limp and hurriedly, he tugs at Noé's hair lightly to get his attention.]
Noé-- I think that's enough for now...
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Date: 2025-10-23 05:26 pm (UTC)I didn't take too much, did I?
[He still has some blood on his lips and chin as he pulls back, checking on the other two. Worrying if something was wrong with Vincent that Vanitas told him to stop. His hold around Vincent's waist loosens a little with how he pulls back, but he's still trying to support the blond even as he shifts. His face has a little more colour to it, even if his cheeks are flushed in his initial worry. His hair is probably a mess from Vanitas running his fingers through it, but he doesn't seem to care about that.]
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Date: 2025-10-23 08:09 pm (UTC)Vincent isn’t sure what he was thinking, really— no, that’s the problem; he wasn’t thinking at all. ]
Mm, not your fault.
[ With the tallest of them pulling away from him, Vince instinctively places a hand on the mattress to keep all of his weight from resting on his lover.
Unfortunately, that arm buckles on him instead, and not only does the blond plop backward against Noé, he ends up tugging Vanitas along with him. Hardly a big deal, as it’s barely a fall - however, it’s enough that he’s left himself slouched back and sandwiched between the two awkwardly.
Once the room stops teetering so much, he chuckles. ]
No, I definitely should have said something… Was caught up in the moment, I suppose.
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Date: 2025-10-23 08:44 pm (UTC)No, it's not. It's absolutely your own damn f--
[Except he doesn't get the chance to chide his lover for his foolishness before they're both squishing Noé like a rather lightweight sandwich. Full of annoyance and fussing up a storm, Vanitas' legs flail helplessly and he wiggles about in Vincent's arms.]
You idiot! Be more careful of yourself, dammit! What if it wasn't Noé and me here with you but some stranger who didn't care a lick for you, huh? What do you think would become of you then??
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