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He was always insecure about himself. It's why he always wore that sweater, despite the hot Louisiana heat. He hid his face behind a mask. His mother had always said that Bo was the better twin. He had the looks and everything that Vincent never had. The comparison was tiring. He hated it, but he began to believe it. He didn't doubt her words. He could see the truth every time he looked into the mirror. When he met you, he was quiet; he didn't speak much, and it seemed as if he avoided you. There was no reason for you to interact with him. You were just being nice to win Bo over. It wasn't hard to impress him. However, you weren't interested in Bo. You wanted Vincent, and you didn't give up. It was a few years before things worked out for you. He noticed everything about you. He noted everything you did in the back of his mind. He noticed the way that you looked when he was near you. He wasn't exactly sure what was happening. Then, one day, he decided he was going to figure out what was happening. You were standing and looking in the mirror of his room. He walked up behind you, and you turned and looked up at him. He stepped closer as you backed yourself up against the wall. Your heart hammered in your chest, and he placed a gentle hand on your neck. You felt your cheeks heat up, and you wished your body wouldn't have betrayed you. Although you were kind of glad because you wouldn't mind being in Vincent's bed, he felt your heart pounding, and he continued to stand there studying you. He pressed closer to you, and you bit your lip.
“Are you okay?” He asked simply. An innocent question.
“I-I'm…” You were going to say you were fine, but you were all but fine. You wanted Vincent, and you wanted inside his bed.
“I want you inside me.” You said, and you looked away.
He looked away as he felt his own cheeks heat up. He stepped away, and you looked at him. He turned away, and you weren't sure what to do. He didn't know what to do either. He turned around.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” You said as you began to step closer to him.
He began to remove his sweater, and you began to remove your clothes. When you were both naked, he lifted you and sat you on the bed. His fingers slowly began to stroke/rub you, and you let out a moan. Your hands found their way to his hardened cock, and you began to stroke him. He let out a quiet moan, and you both began to pick up the pace. Soon, you both began to cum. He stopped and lined himself with your hole. He slowly slid himself inside. You let out a moan, and your fingers grasped the bedsheets. He waited a moment, letting you adjust to his size. Then he began to move slowly. His hips thrust back and forth, going harder and faster. You both were moaning, and his hands were on your hips. Your hands grasped his wrists as he continued to thrust into you.
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Summary: first date with vincent.
Vincent never thought he would fall in love. He never thought he would find someone who actually made him feel something. He was a very private person and very rarely spoke. Very few knew him, and even fewer people knew of further details about him. He preferred to stay away from people, and he liked that his presence was enough for people to leave him be.
You were different, though. You approached him, and you weren't at all bothered by his coldness. You tried your hardest to have a conversation with him and continued to talk to him, even when he sometimes didn't reply. He enjoyed how happy you seemed. You were the complete opposite of him. Although, you also kept to yourself. He was only slightly curious why someone like you would avoid the other people, but he never questioned it.
You were the first to ask him out. He never rejected or accepted your invite. Yet, you held onto the hope that he would show up. You looked so happy and so hopeful that he would join you. He had yet to see you sad, and he didn't want to see it, nor did he want to be the cause of your sadness. He would have felt terrible for it. He arrived, and your face lit up. When you spoke, he was slightly more talkative than he had been before. Still, he talked in the same cryptic manner that he always did. If it were anyone else, they would have been unsettled by his speaking. You were used to it, and it didn't bother you one bit. He wasn't one to visit the public, let alone sit in a restaurant and eat. You were also aware of that before you asked him out. Instead, your date was in a secluded spot. Somewhere, no one would bother either of you, and you had brought some food that you made. Vincent could tell that you were trying. He would have smiled, but he didn't want you to question anything, so he remained emotionless, as always.
Vincent did try to put in some effort. Occasionally, he would ask you questions that he had, and he even went as far as to answer more questions than he had previously. You weren't expecting it, and he continued on as if this were something he always did. He knew that his behavior wasn't normal, but he trusted you. He believed that this could be something more. He wasn't the type to go into a relationship without the possibility of marriage in the future, but he never mentioned it.
When the moon began to make its way up into the sky, it was time to head home. He offered to walk you home, and you accepted. Even if you wanted to walk alone, he would have secretly followed after you to ensure that you would be safe.
When you made it home, Vincent kissed your hand, agreed to another date, and vanished into the night.
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Vincent Valentine primarily spent his time in his room. If he wasn't in his room, he was somewhere around his house. You had never seen him look at the stars before. You wanted him to get out of the house a little and do something with him. It wasn't hard to find him. He frequented the same places, and you knew him well enough to be able to guess where he was. If you were a stranger, it would be harder to track him.
His house was far into the woods. He had no neighbors that he knew of. If there were any, they were too far away, and he had never met them before. It was hard to get to his house, and it had an eerie feeling about it. Some might even think that it was abandoned. Fortunately, no one came to his doorstep, just as he liked it. You had met him randomly and by accident. It was after many times of running into each other that one of you asked the other out. It wasn't something that Vincent would have done normally, but there was something about you that drew him to you.
You grabbed some blankets from the closet and headed outside. You laid them out and headed back in before heading down to the basement.
“Hey, Vincent.” You said as you made your way over to his coffin.
He didn't like to sleep in a traditional bed and found the coffin to be much better. The one that he had formerly been in had been made bigger so you could both lay together in it.
His red eyes opened up, and they shifted to look at you.
“I want to watch the stars with you.”
He breathed in and slowly sat up. If you didn't know him, you would have thought that he had been dead for years and was only just now waking up. He climbed out of the coffin and looked at you.
“Let's go.”
He had never been one to speak a lot. When he did speak, it was often an unsettling feeling. You had grown used to it.
You led the way to the backyard. There was a small clearing where your blankets were lying. The rest was in the forest. With the sun having gone down, the woods looked terrifying. You weren't afraid, though, as you knew there was nothing in them. At least nothing would come and bother you. You sat down on your blanket, and Vincent joined you. You laid your head on his shoulder as you looked up at the stars. Vincent wrapped an arm around you and occasionally looked at the stars. Other times, his attention was on the woods. Staring off into the darkness. The darkness he had known for many years until you showed up in his life. The small amount of light in his dark world. He breathed out. He enjoyed you and was happy to have you. Eventually, you sat up.
“Vincent, would you like to take things further?”
He looked around before looking at you.
“Yes.” He didn't want to be caught out in the open and in a vulnerable position, but he didn't see anyone when he looked. He knew he could have rejected your offer, but he also wanted to try something new.
He removed his clothes, and you removed yours. He moved in between your legs and began to rub/stroke you. You let out a moan, and he worked his fingers faster. You thrust your hips up into his hand as he continued. His moans were low and quiet as he palmed his own hardened length. He brought you both to cum before he slid himself inside of you. He was slow as he thrust in and out of you before picking up the pace.
