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Noé blinked dazedly as he looked around the alleyway he walked through. He tilted his head up, glancing at the stars with a soft hum as the corner of his mouth quirked up just barely.
“Noé? What are you doing?” Vanitas couldn’t help the small smile on his face as he watched the vampire nearly trip over a box.
“‘m goin’ back to the room..” Noé slurred, eyes flitting towards Vanitas. He narrowed them, squinting a bit and trying to make out the dark figure a ways away from him through the dark alley and drunken haze.
“Well, you’re going the wrong way.” Vanitas tried to contain the chuckle that threatened to escape, a gloved hand covering the way his lips quirked up at the corners.
Noé stood still, blinking slowly as he stared at the human in front of him. “The hell do you mean?” The vampire nearly pouted. “The hotel’s right there!” He reasoned, pointing at the dead end of the alleyway.
Vanitas sighed, though he wasn’t exhausted or anything of the sort. The short puff of air was full of fondness at the drunken stupidity of his pet.
“Noé, Amour, that’s a brick wall.” The human held a hand out towards the other man, glad when the vampire took it after barely a few seconds of thought. “Come now. You must be oh so sleepy, aren’t you?”
Vanitas led Noé out of the alley as he spoke, being careful to keep the vampire from tripping and falling like he’d nearly done when entering the alley. His thumb rubbed soothingly along Noé’s knuckles, the creatures skin warmer than the outside air of nighttime. It was refreshing for the human, feeling such heat radiating off of Noé even through the fabric of his glove.
The vampire mumbled on about being sure he’d been going the right way, pouts barely being satiated by Vanitas’ coos.
It didn’t take long to reach their hotel— Noé had simply turned down the wrong alleyway on his adventure just a block away— and Vanitas was glad, seeing as the vampires mumbles turned into soft whines and patient handholding turned into needy grapples at Vanitas’ coat. It’s not that the human disliked the clinginess of the vampire— in fact, he enjoyed it quite an amount— but the public had no right to see the way Noé blushed when he grew needy. The drunks of Paris’ at two in the morning had no right to experience the way Noé was easily devolved into an incoherent, babbling mess when Vanitas didn’t supply him, what Noé deemed, enough attention.
“Noé.” Came Vanitas’ gentle hum, a gloved hand lightly caressing the vampires cheek as they stood at the bottom of a large staircase.
Their room was four floors up.
“Mmh..?” Noé’s noncommittal reply.
“Do you think you can climb these stairs for me, Sucré? I know there’s a lot and you’re oh-so-very sleepy.” The human lightly brushed his thumb beneath Noé’s closed eye, relishing in the way the vampire nuzzled into the hold.
It took a moment for Noé to register the words his partner had said, puffing out his cheeks oh-so-beautifully as he managed a small nod and began to walk. The vampire managed the flights of stairs one step at a time, a hand tightly latched onto Vanitas’ coat while the other gripped the railing. The human had a genuine concern that Noé might crack the pristine wood. Noé had reached the fourth floor finally, Vanitas having always been a step or two in front of him as the two braved the staircase together. The vampire only stumbled twice per floor, but never actually fell.
Vanitas was grateful for that. The thought of having to soothe Noé’s pained cries from tripping sent a chill down the humans spine— he’d had to do it once while Noé was in this headspace and he’d prefer to not do it again. Though, if it truly came down to it, Vanitas would comfort his lovely pet and wipe his tired tears without complaint.
The human continued to lead the vampire down the hall until they reached their room. He unlocked the door and stepped aside as he opened it, ushering Noé inside with a wave of his hand and a soft press against the area between his shoulder blades.
“Pretty..” Noé nearly giggled as he stumbled into the room, magenta staring down into cerulean as he spoke.
Heat creeped onto Vanitas’ cheeks as he blinked up at the vampire. Admittedly, Noé’s compliments always seemed to do something to him.
Noé’s hand reached up, a bit uncoordinated as he brushed his fingers against Vanitas’ cheek and along his jaw before letting it fall down his neck. His nails lightly scratched against the skin near the crook of his neck, causing a shudder to course through the human. Vanitas took a deep breath and turned his head away, moving to sway Noé’s hand away just as he began to speak again.
“You’re so pretty, Vanitas.” The vampire’s words were slurred and slow. “And-and the way you look at me…”
Vanitas could practically hear the whimper in his voice.
“It’s cold— so cold but I… I don’t hate it.” Noé took a step closer. Then another. And another. “Makes me feel warm ‘n itchy.” The vampire leaned down, forehead pressed against the man’s shoulder as his hand fell to his side and catching onto the hem of his coat once more.
Vanitas couldn’t help the way the corner of his mouth ticked up in a smirk as one hand reached up to gently comb his fingers through Noé’s hair.
“Sucré.” The man hummed when he felt Noé’s grip on his coat tighten. “You should lie down, you know?”
Noé sniffed, nose burying itself into the crook of Vanitas’ shoulder. Suddenly, Vanitas felt a warm wetness against his skin and froze up, Noé’s tongue lapping at his flesh forcing a groan to bubble out of his throat. Noé pressed himself further against Vanitas’ front, both hands desperately tangling into the man’s vest as he held onto him.
“Noé, cut it out.” Vanitas grumbled, both hands lightly resting against Noé’s arms. “For goodness sake, Murr is still in the room.”
Noé huffed childishly at that and nipped at the man’s skin instead. Vanitas could feel the graze of fangs against his neck and nearly growled as his grip on the vampire’s arms tightened.
“Noé.” Vanitas grit his teeth and felt the man stiffen against him. “Don’t be a child, Amour.” His voice was firm even as he added the pet name.
Noé audibly gulped and turned his head away from Vanitas as he stood back up straight and let his grip on the smaller man’s vest loosen. Vanitas sighed at the vampires sullen look and let his hands slowly slide up his arms until they reached his shoulders, giving a small squeeze before patting his head and nudging Noé away.
The vampire still seemed dejected even after the small display of affection. Had Vanitas being stern with him really upset him that much?
“Vanitas-“ Noé nearly yelped when the human began to walk away towards his own bed. “C-can I..?”
Vanitas glanced over his shoulder, blue eyes half-lidded as he looked the vampire up and down. His fangs were extended and his eyes were a bright flash of red against the white light of the moon. Noé even seemed to be breathing heavier than usual. This forced a laugh from Vanitas as he plopped himself onto his bed.
“Noé, we’ve been over this.” The human sighed. “You get the blood from my soaked clothes since it doesn’t trigger your gift. You’re not allowed to take it straight from the source and you know that.”
Noé seemed to shrink in on himself even as he took a barely confident step towards Vanitas. There was a quiet mewl from Noé’s side of the room as Vanitas continued speaking.
“Yet you still ask for it every time.” Vanitas leaned his head back with an exacerbated groan. “You still lick and nip at my neck with your little noises and pleas even after I’ve denied you.”
Noé chewed on the inside of his cheek as he stood in front of Vanitas, standing between the humans parted legs and playing with the tips of his fingers as he was scolded.
Vanitas sighed as he saw the way the vampire was practically curling in on himself. He closed his eyes with the click of his tongue, shaking his head slowly from side to side.
“Vanitas..” Noé nearly whined. His eyes were still that amazing shade of red, fangs extended as he panted softly above the human. “But you smell so good and I just-“
Vanitas reached up and grabbed onto the cuff of Noé’s sleeve. Noé’s mouth snapped shut as he looked down at the human with wide eyes, body suddenly still.
“You want my blood, Hm?” Vanitas’ voice was teasing as he spoke, a slight glint in his blue eyes as he looked up at the vampire.
Noé nodded, just a few jerks off his head as he stared down in shock.
“You’ve tasted it from my clothes and such a few times already, so it’s not like you’ve never tasted it before.” He pressed, leaning forward until his chin was lightly pressing against the lower part of Noè’s navel— just below his belly button.
“‘s sho good..” The vampire slurred, knees nearly buckling at just the thought of Vanitas’ blood in his tongue.
“Yeah? You like it that much?” Noé could only nod. “You think it’ll be better if you get it from a bite?” Noé blinked before beginning to chew on his bottom lip, the tip of his canine nearly piercing the skin.
“Yessir..” His voice was quiet as he answered, cheeks a deep red color that spread fully to the tips of his ears.
Vanitas hummed and pressed his face fully against Noé’s navel. He inhaled sharply before letting one gloved hand slowly slip behind the vampires back to lazily unclasp the buckle holding his vest tight against his body— Vanitas had remarked more than a handful of times how it resembled something of a corset. Noé had blushed down his neck and whined, swearing that it wasn’t anything like that. Vanitas still disagreed.
Once the vest was unclasped, his fingers began to work at the few buttons on the front and let Noé shrug the fabric off of his shoulders. The vest fell to the floor and Vanitas quickly made work of the bow around Noé’s neck, huffing softly at how long it took him to completely unravel it. Once the bow was simply a silky string of fabric, Vanitas hummed and lightly tugged on either end until Noé had stumbled forward.
The vampires knee was pressed against the mattress between Vanitas’ legs. Vanitas leaned back against the bed, hair splayed out messily behind him as Noé hovered over him.
“Noé..~” Vanitas’ voice was teasing as he purred out the name, a deep rumble in the vampires chest at the sound.
Noé leaned in, nestling his nose into the crook of Vanitas’ neck and sniffing, tongue poking out to lightly lap at his skin. Vanitas could feel how Noé practically shook as he fought the urge to bite the human, and Vanitas figured that he deserved a bit of a reward. Vanitas combed his fingers through Noé’s hair, nails scratching at the man’s scalp as he tilted his own head to nudge his nose against the juncture of Noé’s earlobe and jaw.
“My pretty little vampire.” Vanitas hummed. “Aren’t you, Noé? My pretty baby, all just for me. Right?”
Noé whimpered, burying his face further into the humans neck. Vanitas smirked, lightly nipping at the vampires earlobe and earning a soft moan in return.
“Answer me, Amour. It would be a shame to have to stop so soon.”
“Mmh…” Noé lifted his head just barely, red eyes shining as he glanced at Vanitas. “Just for you..” His voice was soft, quickly moving back to licking at Vanitas’ artery. “‘m your pretty baby.”
Vanitas crooned, placing a kiss against Noé’s jaw. “That’s right, Amour.~”
Noé hummed and Vanitas could feel the smile on his lips.
“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Vanitas couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out as he felt Noé nudge his nose against the artery and press his knee up against the humans crotch. “Ngh- Noé.” He huffed through gritted teeth.
Noé froze, seemingly just realizing why he’d done as he began to mumble out apologies.
“‘m sorry. ‘m so sorry you just smelled so good and I-“
“Shh..~” Vanitas cooed. “I’m not mad, Hun.”
Noé relaxed at that and slowly sat up, leaning back and looking down at Vanitas’ slightly disheveled appearance. He bit the inside of his cheek and dared to press his knee a bit further up into the man’s crotch, humming when he felt Vanitas’ cock twitch against his leg even through the tight confines of the humans’ pants.
Vanitas could do little but raise an arm to cover his mouth as he muffled a groan.
Through his drunken haze and lust addled brain, Noé knew something was off. His eyes narrowed down at the human for a moment before he swiftly tugged the collar of Vanitas’ shirt to the side with one hand and grabbed his chin with the other to force his head to tilt up and to the opposite side.
“Noé what-!” Vanitas was cut off by Noé’s fingers trailing against the skin of his shoulder. That specific area was still quite sensitive and forced a pleased hiss from the man.
“It’s gone.” Noé said dumbly.
“What are you talking about, you big oaf?” Vanitas moved in a feeble attempt to get the vampire to unhand him.
Noé’s grip persisted and he looked at the juncture of Vanitas’ neck and shoulder as if the area at personally offended him.
“The mark— Jeanne’s mark.” He huffed. “It’s gone.”
Vanitas only blinked and glanced up at Noé through his peripherals. “What of it?” The human huffed, making one last attempt to move Noé and sat up the moment the vampire budged even the tiniest of inches.
“Why?” Was all Noé said— all he could say.
“It made you uncomfortable, right?” Vanitas noticed the way Noé’s eyes seemed to linger on the patchy red around the rose marking. He noticed the way that the vampire would suddenly seem downtrodden and lean away from him at even the smallest sight of it.
Vanitas didn’t like subjecting his pet to that kind of pain.
“But, you got it removed.” Noé grumbled, eyes still locked onto the small patch of skin.
Vanitas waved him away and shuffled to cover himself, suddenly embarrassed to be stared at with such scrutiny.
“You got it removed for such a silly reason like that?”
“It’s not silly.” Vanitas defended. “It made you upset, and that made me upset. Plus it’s— it’s not like Jeanne and I are-“
Noé only hummed and brought his head down onto the humans shoulder.
My human is so cute. He thought, a deep rumble in his chest at the pure primality of the thought.
Vanitas sighed and brought a hand up to lightly scratch at the back of Noé’s head. He let himself smile and tilted his head to the opposite side willingly, letting Noé nuzzle into his scent once more.
Noé did so with a purr, immediately climbing into Vanitas’ lap. He sat on the humans thighs, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Vanitas as his hand nearly desperately gripped at the humans biceps. It started off with soft kitten licks at what Vanitas could only assume Noé thought to be a scent gland before it escalated to soft nips and sucking of skin, never enough to quite break the skin and only bringing the blood to the surface in purplish bruises and red splotches.
Vanitas accepted his fate quietly, letting out a content hum as one hand rubbed up and down Noé’s back while the other hand happily worked on unbuttoning the front of Noé’s shirt. It didn’t take long for the vampires gentle nips to turn more eager— more desperate for more of that delicious taste and scent that nearly drove him insane.
“Noé.” Vanitas said in warning when he felt fangs brush the skin. The vampire whined and backed down to open-mouthed kisses against his neck.
It was sloppy and wet, but the human didn’t mind. He only smirked and continued his work undressing Noé in his lap, soft praises slipping from his lips every so often as the vampire would lick against a certain area that was more sensitive than the rest.
Eventually, Noé found himself breathing heavily with his forehead pressed against Vanitas’, his shirt undone and just barely hanging on by his arms with his pants unbuttoned and unzipped.
Vanitas dared a glance down, smiling to himself as he saw a peek of royal blue boxers and the telltale outline of Noé’s hard on. Now bucked his hips forward, ass grinding itself into Vanitas’ own slowly growing cock.
“Look at you, already so hard for me.” Vanitas brushed a knuckle over the bulge in front of him and crooned when he heard Noé’s breath hitch.
He tilted his head up just enough to capture his lips into a kiss. It started off slow and languid, slowly turning more frantic and desperate as Noé pressed his chest into Vanitas’ for more, more, more .
Vanitas pulled away and palmed Noé’s hard on through the thick confines of his clothes, smirking as he heard the high keen leaving the vampires lips.
“Vanitas~!” The vampire shivered in his hold. “More- touch me more, please!” Noé’s hand had grabbed onto Vanitas’, pressing his hand further into his cock as he rutted his hips up into it.
Vanitas laughed, the sound reverberating in his chest as it bubbled out.
“So needy, aren’t you, Amour?” He glanced up to see the vampires eyes half-lidded and glazed over with want— with need .
Noé needed Vanitas. Noé needed Vanitas to touch him and tease him, needed the human to praise and degrade him all in one breath while his hands raked up every inch of his body.
Vanitas didn’t have the heart to deny his pet of such a thing.
He pressed his hand further, rougher against Noé’s already leaking cock and grunted as that earned another pathetic thrust up into the touch in search of friction. Vanitas leaned in, using his nose to push a bit of Noé’s shirt out of the way and letting his lips wrap around one of the vampires perked nipples. He hummed around it, teeth twisting and nibbling on the sensitive bud as Noé’s wanton cried filled the room at the feeling. Vanitas licked happily at the bud like a kitten before eagerly moving back in to suck it.
Noé preened, high and loud as he back arched and his chest pressed further into the sensation. The vampire never stopped the movements of his hips, rutting against Vanitas desperately as he chased release on his own.
On his own? Vanitas grumbled at that thought and pulled off of the rosy red bud with a lewd pop, eyes lazily sweeping up to see Noé’s nearly fucked out expression.
“So pretty, Noé. You always look the best when you’re about to cum.” Vanitas cooed and Noé honestly whimpered.
Vanitas removed his hand from Noé’s throbbing cock and wrapped his arms around the vampires waist to turn them over. Noé, now laid out on his back with his shirt splayed out behind him, forearms still covered with the fabric and his biceps clearly on show, his slacks unbuttoned and showing the spot of darker blue on his boxers from where his precum had leaked and soaked through, legs wrapped around Vanitas’ waist and his gloved hands impatiently gripping at the sheets above his head— He looked obscene.
Vanitas couldn’t help but stare, eyes raking up Noé’s flushed red body before landing on a pair of pearly white fangs and then a pair bright red eyes. The vampires chest heaved in heavy breaths as he tried to calm himself down, but that’s not what Vanitas wanted. He wanted Noé worked up, pushed to the edge more times than he could count until he was nearly nonverbal and the only thing leaving those pretty pink lips of his being pleas to let him finish.
“Vanitas.~” Noé’s voice was high pitched, a whine that left and dragged on the last syllable as his clothed cock twitched beneath the sticky fabric of his underwear.
“Yes, Mon Chéri?” Vanitas asked innocently, slowly beginning to undress himself.
“Please.” He breathed. Vanitas couldn’t help but crumble a little at the noise.
The human slipped a still gloved hand beneath Noé’s underwear and hummed as he tugged the fabric down just enough for Noé’s cock to spring out at full attention, the bright red tip glistening oh-so-prettily with beads of pre.
Noé nearly huffed as he bucked his hips upwards, a silent plea hanging in the air. Touch me. I want to feel you. Vanitas smiled to himself and leaned in, licking a stripe up the man’s cock from the base to the tip and keening at the way the vampires hips raised from the bed to chase the wet warmth of his tongue.
Vanitas made quick work of his gloves as he kittenishly licked the precum from Noé’s cockhead, lips then wrapping around it as he then shrugged his shirt off and let it fall off the side of the bed in a heap with the rest of their clothes. The human hummed and pushed his head down nearly half of Noé’s cock, eyes crinkling at the corners when he felt the tip hit the back of his throat.
Sure, the vampire was large, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to. Vanitas wrapped a hand around the lower half of Noé’s cock and hummed with him still in his mouth, tongue vibrating against the sensitive tip as he teased it. Noé’s breath hitched and a broken whine slipped out— Noé was nearing his climax, but Vanitas wanted to keep the vampire on edge as long as he could.
So, the human leaned back and released his cock with a wet pop. He licked his lips hungrily and his fingers suddenly found the shiny black fabric of Noé’s tie. He smiled, leaning forward once more just so his breath barely ghosted over Noé’s cock as he wrapped the bow around the base. It wasn’t tight, but it would certainly prove to grow uncomfortable and stopping any of the vampires feeble attempts at cumming.
Noé whimpered pathetically at the foreign feeling of silk wrapped around his cock. Then as the bow tightened, effectively cutting off any sort of comfortable climax, the noise only heightened.
“Shh, shh.” Vanitas shushed the vampire easily, hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “It’s alright, Sucré. You’re alright.”
The comforting words Vanitas spewed were completely different from the mischievous glint in his eye. “If you’re a good boy for me, I’ll give you a present. What do you say, Prince?”
Noé blinked lazily at him for a moment before nodding slowly and nuzzling into the humans hand. Be good, his mind supplied. Good boy for Vanitas. Vanitas’ll take care o’ me.
Vanitas enjoyed the way Noé had already begun slipping into his nonverbal headspace and smiled softly to no one but himself. He slipped Noé’s slacks over his hips and down his legs beside depositing them and his underwear to the floor. Vanitas then brought two fingers to Noé’s mouth and watched as the vampire eagerly took them in, sucking and lapping at the digits with fervor and being careful of his fangs.
Good boy for Vanitas , Noé’s mind chanted over and over like a mantra that kept him grounded to this plane of existence.
Once Vanitas had deemed it enough, he pressed a finger against Noé’s entrance and lightly prodded before pushing in. He crooned at the way the vampire’s back arched off the bed at such a simple action, such a small stretch. He leaned in, kissing and sucking at the vampires exposed neck and shoulders as he worked the finger inside.
Noé babbled incoherently, hotel room filling with his heavy pants and soft moans as his legs lifted a bit higher and in turn spread his legs further. Vanitas smiled at this, using it as his chance to press a second finger in. The human began the use the two fingers to brush against the other man’s walls before scissoring him open slowly.
This lasted only some time longer before a third finger was added and Noé’s quiet noises had raised to a volume that could almost be considered too loud for their current housing situation. Vanitas didn’t care too much if their neighbors heard, but if Noé was fully coherent he knew that he’d have been much to embarrassed as the sound of his own voice.
It didn’t take long for Vanitas to free his own cock from its cloth prison, a soft groan slipping through gritted teeth as he let his hand lazily stroke the length. Vanitas’ eyes flicked from his own cock to the way Noé’s twitched against his stomach, chewing on his bottom lip for just a moment before letting his hands find their place at Noé’s hips. Where they belong, he couldn’t help but think.
Noé squeaked cutely at the sudden jolt of his body being yanked down, only for a pleased moan to leave him as he felt the tight ring of muscles being stretched as Vanitas pressed himself inside of the vampire.
“Ggh-!” Vanitas grunted as the tip of his cock found its way inside of Noé and was squeezed deliciously by the walls of the man’s ass. “So tight around me..~” He nearly hissed, lazily rolling his hips forward to press the first inch of the shaft inside.
“Nnh.~” Noé puffed out a breath of air, eyes hungrily skating their way down to the juncture of Vanitas’ neck once more.
As Vanitas continued to rock his hips forward, slotting himself inside of the vampire inch by inch, the man beneath him keened.
“S’good~!” The vampires words were slurred and clearly said through clamped down fangs and saliva that leaked down the corner of his mouth. “S’big, feels good.”
Vanitas only hummed, nails lightly digging into the vampires tanned skin. “Yeah? Am I filling you up nicely, Sucré? Is this what you wanted?” The human punctuated the last sentence with a sharp thrust forward as he bottomed out inside of Noé.
Noé nodded, back arched up off the bed and the nod seeming more like a wild thrash of his head as he moaned.
“Yesyesyes~!” It had been some time since Noé had been allowed to feel so full, the bottom of his stomach bulging as the tip of Vanitas’ cock reached just that deep inside of him. “Mmh.. My human always fills me up so good… Feel s’full with his cock inside me..~”
Noé dared to lower one of his hands and rub against the bulge of his stomach, pressing down just barely and eliciting a groan from the both of them.
“Good boy.” Vanitas praised, leaned back on his knees as his nails finally managed to break the skin of Noé’s hips.
Noé could smell the tang of his own blood in the air, but paid no mind to it as he dangerously wiggled his hips, walls clenching down on Vanitas’ cock as he did.
“Shit!” The human hissed, the rest of the string of curses dying in his throat as he looked down on Noé.
It took less than three seconds for the human to set a fast pace as he fucked into the other, Noé’s pleased sounds bouncing and echoing off of the walls as he moaned out choked praises and pleas. Vanitas could’ve sworn he felt his chest rumble much like Noé’s had previously, but brushed it off and shook himself of the thought.
“Vanitas!” He finally managed to moan the name, but it only came out in broken syllables as his body jerked from Vanitas’ rough thrusts.
The human in question groaned out his own praises of how Noé felt.
“You’re doing so good for me, Noé. Such a pretty vampire being a whore and spreading his legs for a human like me.” Vanitas grinned. Noé supplied a full-body shiver that went straight to Vanitas’ cock.
“Gods, you feel so tight around me, Mon Chéri.” The pet name bubbled out of him effortlessly. “Wrapping around my cock and spouting those obscene words and noises- fuck~!”
He slammed himself into Noé, the vampire having devolved back into his fits of whines and whimpers mixed with ‘ please ’s and ‘ s’good ’s and long strings of ‘ yesyesyes ’s being pulled out of him by particularly deliberate thrusts against his prostate.
“Cum-“ Noé choked, cock still dripping sticky strings of precum while the base was still tied with the bow. “Can I- hah ! Please!”
Vanitas seemed to think about it for a moment before feeling an all too familiar coil in his lower gut. “You wanna cum for me, Noé?” His voice had a teasing lilt to it.
Noé nodded quickly, another show of his head thrashing against the mattress, sex mussed hair being further tangled.
“Use your words, Amour.” The name slipped out just like the others had done.
Noé gave a guttural whine in response, but his mouth seemed to work in tandem with the his cocks interests as he began a series of weak pleas.
“I wan- Ngh ~ I wanna cum-“ he panted heavily, the tip of his tongue barely peeking out from behind white teeth and pink lips. “Wanna cum for- for Human~!” Noé hips stuttered at the words and his cheeks grew even redder if that’d been possible.
Vanitas stared down at the vampire beneath him, hips never stopping their assault. “Awe, look at you.” He smirked, mean and crooked. “You just came dry, didn’t you? Fuck that was such a good boy.” Vanitas let one hand find Noé’s hair and comb his finger through it. “Such a good boy for me, cumming like a woman would.”
Noé snapped his jaw at the human, but there was no real threat behind the action, Vanitas knew that.
He smiled and reached down to tug on one of the bows ribbons and watched as the vampires cock twitched with overstimulation, edging, and the stress of a dry orgasm. His muscles did much the same, twitching and pulled taut beneath smooth skin.
It didn’t take long before Vanitas followed suit, hips snapping forward in a sharp thrust as his own cock twitched inside of the wet heat of the vampire, painting his insides with white streaks of hot cum.
Apparently, that’d been enough for Noé to topple over the edge for a second time, covering his own stomach in the sticky substance.
Vanitas glanced up, noticing the way that the beginnings of a sunrise had started along the horizon. He sighed, not wanting to leave Noé’s warmth just yet.
Eventually, Vanitas felt himself pulling out of Noé as the vampire in question laid near boneless in the mattress, eyes half-lidded into slits as he let out a small yawn.
Vanitas found himself in the bathroom connected to their hotel room and grabbing a rag from the cabinet, wetting it with warm water. Not long after, he was kneeling on the bed and shushing Noé with soft noises and gentle bushes of his nails against the vampires scalp. He wiped the vampire down with the rag, knowing that he wouldn’t be in the position for a shower but still wanting to help get the sticky feeling off of his skin.
He then tossed the rag into the sink and began to dress Noé in his night clothes, unable to help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as Noé happily snuggled up into them as he curled up beneath the blanket.
Vanitas brushed a stray strand of hair behind Noé’s ear and the vampire nestled his head into the pillow— Vanitas’ pillow.
“Hey, Noé? Do you want your reward for being such a good boy?” Vanitas whispered, watching as Noé peeked an eye open at him.
Noé slowly moved to sit up and nod, rubbing at his eyes with the meat of his palms. Vanitas hummed and tilted his head up and to the side, looking down his nose at Noé.
“Go on and have a taste, Sucré.”
That seemed to wake Noé up, his eyes widening as his eyes latched onto his jaw. The vampire gulped, slowly moving onto his hands and knees and making his way towards Vanitas. He soon found himself climbing into the humans lap once more, mouth filling with saliva as he nearly whined and leaned in.
Noé brushed his nose against the beat of Vanitas’ pulse, letting his tongue slowly lick up the area beneath his jaw. With nearly no warning aside from the slight brush of Noé’s fangs against his skin, Vanitas gasped at the feeling of his skin breaking and giving way to the vampire.
Noé pressed his chest firmly against Vanitas’ as his tongue eagerly lapped up the blood spilling from the two bite marks just below his jaw. His lips pressed against the wounds and sucked, pulling more blood to the surface and happily gulping that down as well.
Vanitas had a hand over his mouth, lashes fluttering as his eyes strained to stay open as he kept his noises at bay. His other hand rubbed up and down Noé’s back to encourage him to keep going.
Eventually, the vampire pulled off of the bite and did nothing more than lick as the few drops that had leaked a bit further down Vanitas’ neck. Both men were panting heavily, eyes glazed over as they stared at each other.
Noé then caught something in the corner of his eye as he looked down at Vanitas, eyes widening for a moment before letting out a soft squeak and covering his mouth.
“Noé? What’s wrong?” Vanitas’ brows scrunched up in confusion as he looked at the vampire.
“I-I…” His voice was soft as his eyes trailed along the mark that had formed where Noé bit.
It was a nice purple color, much like Noé’s eyes, and in the shape of a chess piece— the rook. The line-work of the mark was a deeper purple than the splotchy area around it, outline of the chess piece looking thick and simplistic. Solid black vines wrapped around the piece in every-which-way, looking controlling and demanding the viewers attention. On the body of the rook piece were eight triangle shaped splotches of dark blue.
Truthfully, Noé had never seen his out claiming mark. And he’d never seen one that was more than one color.
“I marked you..” His voice trailing off, already muffled behind his hand.
Vanitas blinked before only giving a small laugh and patting his lower back softly. “That’s fine.” Was all he said before laying Noé back down in the bed and covering him up. Noé protested for a moment before submitting to the humans hushes.
Noé found sleep quickly and Vanitas found himself at the window calling for the vampire cat.
“Murr?” Vanitas’ head was out of the window. “Come inside, Noé will be upset if he wakes up and you’re gone.”
Vanitas could hear a small mewl and looked up to find one purple and one blue eye peeking down at him from over the edge of the roof. Vanitas smiled.
“Let’s go.” He pat the window sill and too a step back, knowing that Murr would be able to get down on his own— he’s done it before.
Not long after, a fluffy white cat jumped onto the windowsill and shook itself out. Vanitas combed his fingers through his fur and pat his head before motioning him in and closing the window.
Soon enough, Vanitas found himself laying in his bed with Noé pressed against his front. He sighed and pressed his forehead against the area between the vampires shoulder blades, arms squeezing tightly around Noé for just a moment before letting up once more.
He hummed contentedly and found sleep taking him under, just barely missing the way a bell shook and a pressure was against the mattress as Murr brought himself to sleep against Noé’s chest.