He felt the tongue retract, only to be replaced with teeth. He jolted a little when
they nipped at his skin, whimpering softly at the faint but familiar tingle of a mark
being formed. Vanitas was marking him. Claiming him as his own. He didn’t
mind, though. He loved it when Vanitas left marks on his skin like that. It showed
how possessive his fiance was.
❝ M–Maybe I do… ❞
Lips continued to trail and tease his neck but he was focused on the hand now
moving from his hip to the inside of his thigh. He tensed, breath hitching in his
throat, body pressed against the wall. The other’s proximity was making him
feel hazy.
A low chuckle once more rumbled through the raven’s chest, a thrill going
through him at the whimper that sounded from the blond above him. He
loved hear them, knowing that he was the reason for leaving the other. It
left him with a desire to hear more of them.
Feeling the other tense as his hand brushed along the inside of his thigh,
Vanitas allowed his hand to move further up, just barely ghosting along
the front of his jeans, playing for a moment with the button before shifting
up further to run a finger just along the inside of the waistband.
❛ Just maybe? You can do better than that, I think Amante. Why not
try again, hm? ❜