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When had he become this foolish? This vulnerable? He never really cared for his birthday. All the negative emotions he felt toward it or rather, the lack thereof. Yet he felt his heart skip a beat at the simple gesture of getting his favorite oysters for dinner. The cake was omitted since he didn’t care for sweets - most food in general, despite some small protest earlier in the week from Noé. Nonetheless, his wishes had been respected.
What he didn’t expect tonight of all nights was to be kissing Noé on his bed. He didn’t stop it, didn’t object when Noé asked if he should stop, in fact, he found himself wanting more. The feel of his lips was intoxicating. And he didn’t know if he hated that.
Why didn’t he push Noé away? Why didn’t he feel scared? Why did he want more? What did he feel for Noé?
Vanitas grabbed his wrist when it rested above the fastenings of his garb, snapping him out of his thoughts swirling through his mind.
“No.” He didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly. So abrupt. He saw the confusion in Noé’s eyes, scared that he may have crossed a boundary they weren’t ready for.
“Just my pants. For now.” He knew what this was leading to. He wasn’t dumb. But he wasn’t ready for Noé to see the scars that covered his torso. It’d give insight to his memories without Noé needing to drink his blood.
Maybe he wasn’t that vulnerable yet.
Noé understood and respected his wishes, pressing a kiss against Vanitas’s pulse. He knew he couldn’t feed from Vanitas, but he could still smell the sweet and intoxicating scent of his blood every time he was this near.
Vanitas was already half hard in the confines of his pants, a blush painting his cheeks a dusty pink as he glanced away, feeling Noé pull down his pants and expose him. His legs spread for Noé to settle between him, watching Noé settle on his knees, cock twitching in interest when his hands rested between his thighs.
Maybe it was ridiculous to only be half naked for this, but Noé was still fully dressed, not even bothering to remove his white gloves. It only caused more goosebumps to form on his skin. Maybe it looked ridiculous, but that’s who they were. Their partnership was a whole ridiculous ordeal that led up to this moment.
Vanitas jumped slightly at the feeling of Noé’s hand wrapping around the base of his cock, hands gripping the edge of the bed.
The fact he was already becoming short of breath at just a few touches was pathetic. He had to get himself together. No one else has ever touched him like this. Vanitas has only ever brought himself pleasure, no one else ever got to see this side of him. Noé was gentle and caring in his touches, stroking him slowly to full hardness. Of course he would be gentle, not in a hurry or rough with him.
Vanitas didn’t know which one he preferred.
“Why won’t he remove those damned gloves?” Vanitas thought to himself, closing his eyes. “Why does he care so much? I thought he hated my guts? So why does he care about making me feel good? Why am I into this?”
He was snapped out of his train of thought the moment he felt Noé’s lips wrap around his tip, taking his cock into his mouth inch by inch. Now this was a first for him. He leaned back against the bed, resting on his elbows, head thrown back, and eyes focused on the ceiling above them. There was no way he was going to last from this. How pathetic.
Noé’s mouth was warm, wet, and Vanitas cursed under his breath when felt his cheeks hollow and start a rhythm. Noé’s hands rested on his thighs, taking him deeper.
“N-Noé..” Vanitas breathed out his name, not daring to look down and make eye contact. He wasn’t that weak. Yet.
He felt the heat pooling in his belly already, knowing he was dripping precum into Noé’s mouth. But if Noé didn’t stop, he’d be spilling down his throat any second now.
Noé glanced up from his spot, the weight of Vanitas’s cock resting on his tongue to see him flushed and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. He looked absolutely ethereal. And he didn’t plan on stopping. He wanted to at least taste Vanitas this way, feel him finish in his mouth, make him feel good as he deserved to.
Vanitas sensed that, grabbing a fistful of his hair to finally look at him which was a mistake on his part. He nearly came at the sight between his legs. Noé’s chin covered in spit, eyes wide, mouth full, and shifting Vanitas’s legs to rest on shoulders. His dick throbbed in Noé’s mouth, mouth dry as he lost the words he wanted to say.
When Noé swallowed around him, that’s when he nearly lost it.
“I’m gonna cum if you do that again—“ It came out as a hiss, but he was teetering on the edge.
And Noé took that as a challenge, bobbing his head with hollowed cheeks and swallowing around him once again. Vanitas gasped and bucked his hips, gripping onto Noé’s hair as he came with a shout. His sounds turned to moans as Noé swallowed each drop, running soothing hands over his thighs to help with his orgasm.
Once he finished cumming, Vanitas fell back onto the bed, trying to catch his breath and dick twitching from sensitivity. Noé pulled away and licked at his lips, his own dick straining against his pants. He leaned over Vanitas and cupped his cheek before kissing him softly. Vanitas made a small face at first before responding to the kiss, able to taste himself on Noé’s lips.
“Happy birthday, Vanitas.” Noé whispered.
“Next time, don’t kiss me after you suck me off like that.” Vanitas grumbled, cheeks still pink from everything.
And the fact of the matter was, he said next time. He realized that possibly within time, he could be fully vulnerable with Noé, show all of him. And his birthday was a start.
Ah fuck.