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ᅠ ( constant string of
whimpers and whines,
eventually letting himself
fall to his knees to make it
easier for them .
biting at his lip .
nothing short of blissed
out . )
cool breeze that chases away
the sun in him again .
lips curled into a smile immediately
turn downwards , brows drawing
together . there is a harsh swallow ,
eyes nervously flicking around the other . shoulders tense , torso
—
at the sensation of it
before he melts into it,
fingers sliding up to
fist the other's short hair.
lips fall agape on instinct
and kiss is eagerly matched ,
hips jutting forward on
instinct , seeking out more
contact .
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do it, then .
( panting by now , whole
body pleasantly aching,
burning . still, he sits
pretty on his knees , eyes
glossy with pain and want
&& lips wide open . )
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that if he ever dies and gets
to see her , mama will be upset
with him for speaking wrong
or doing wrong . there is a
swallow and a raise and fall of
his eyebrows , teeth digging into
his bottom lip . breath is shaky
and eyes flicker all over the
place and him for a
—
*
i am holding the broken and bloody pieces of myself like shards of glass, trying desperately and failing to put them together in the shape of something that could resemble the kind child i once was.
body shocked by the
sudden freezing water that
hits his skin .
„ i don't . . need that .
i don't need to be
understood . “
he whimpers, sounds
breathy . shivering hard .
the feeling of hands
on his body . then, a
quick kiss to the crook
of his neck .
„ i am yours ,yes ? “
it is not really a standalone
question, but he awaits a
reply before dropping the
next one .
genuine .
„ don't yell . i don't like yelling . “
he grumbles right out, more like
a petulant child than with any
sort of authority , lips pressed
together and forward into a pout .
it's not really a row of
kisses — more of a rub of
his bottom lip against skin
— but vincent thinks it is
quite enough either way . )
okay . i think that's enough .
you've had enough .
( though, removing the idea
of violence would probably
—
skin showing and permission slipping from his lips like he was not taught
to wait for marriage above all else .
he doesn't really wanna think
about mama right now , though .
head tips to the side ,
almost a little challenging while
he looks at the other
—
he's purposely made it harder
for them . )
it's okay . you got this .
you did so well, tesoro .
mhmm . look at you .
and so pretty too , aren't
you ?
( it's a quiet whisper , lips
ghosting across his cheek
and jaw .
—
pup .
another little glance around
the corridor before a hand
is taken, teeth digging into
his bottom lip while he drags it
to settle across his chest —
right above where his heart is
thundering loud and hard .
lips agape as he stares
up at them and — the
recognition seems to be
back at least .
vincent's brows are drawn
together but his expression is
pleased , cheeks flushed a
soft pink color that springs
to life ( no matter if he wants
it or
—
with no question about where
his hands had been . of course
it still makes him nervous sometimes
but he trusts him, in the end . enough to believe that danny won't be getting him sick .
just a tiny little sound while he
brushes lips up against his
—
thing that frustrates and
pisses him off , really .
a small shiver at the touch
but he stays put .
„ yes . i do . “
a slight incline of his head ,
suddenly very fascinated with
the shape of his lips .
to just be left alone .
he's getting so dirty .
he's getting too contaminated
and there's still such a long
walk home until he can shower
and scrub his skin raw and pure
again . )
don't touch me , don't touch me .
you're making me dirty .
—
this is safe , that richard is
clean and comforting and that
he doesn't need to punch him
in the gut and sprint down the hall .
then there's lips against his
skin and knees turn into
jello without a seconds hesitation,
eyes blown wide . head
—
@iideare
[ oh . wince slips out, lip twitching into a momentary frown . it's okay . it's okay . maybe another time . maybe another time he'll get to show . the disappointment is still visible, though . ]
okay . sorry, sir . thank you, sir .
if vincent seems childish sometimes its due to his upbringing . his parents were very catholic and very set on no hand holding before marriage, ect . he has very weird ideas about what love is , how relationships work, what is
—
you keep looking
at me weird .
( he grumbles out, lips pressed
into a thin line . maybe it was
just vincent's discomfort with
not being the taller , stronger
one in the room . )
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( the noise that escapes is
keening, nails digging into
his palms as he tries to
keep himself composed .
hips are rocking forward
immediately , trying to
feel more — while boxers
already sport a wet patch . ) ᅠ
of it as possible .
so it is altogether bruising,
a violent press of his lips
and overly eager slide of
his tongue that has his
entire body wanting to
disintegrate .
knocks back against the wall
and he grabs onto his shoulder
on impulse , trying to somehow
keep himself steady while a choked off noise slips past his lips .
and eyes closed . his
chest still heaving but
slowly calming down .
„ i know . “
just a quiet murmur ,
giving a small squeeze to
his hand .
„ am a good boy ... mhmm . “
reassuring himself more
than anything else .
anymore , his skin feels like it's
melting right off of him .
legs kick and hands pull on restraints , fingers desperately flexing and curling, trying to find an output through the pain that is ripping right through him .
words can
—
Vincent was having a
hard time even forming
a singular thought with
how much blood he's
lost .
skin is shining with sweat
and deep rouge , face eerily
pale and eyes glossy but
distant . just a shaky little
noise , head weakly tilting
upwards , trying to get
—
considered normal and what isnt .
you cant forget that vincent was originally born in 1923 .
his mother was a housewife ,
and he learned from her .
vincent does not fall into the
typical male stereotype at ALL because his father left so early .
he's a mama's boy
—
[ ah. a low groan slips out when
his arm is finally gripped and
fangs sink past skin, eyes immediately falling closed as if to enjoy the sensation of it . ]
good , good .
[ he murmurs, low and pleased ,
sinks a gloved hand into hair and
—
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[ soon, sharp fangs suddenly sink deep into his forearm, jonathan's hues becoming a bright red. he can barely think or hear now— his thoughts only capable of holding one objective in his mind.. ]
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the itchy, scratchy feeling in
his skin spreads out like a
wild fire , fingers twitching and
limbs jerking . it's a tell-tale sign
that he can't handle it, not well,
that he's going to be sprinting for
the bathroom any second now
—
starved, hands remaining at his sides as he reciprocates.
but he remains slightly withdrawn ; allowing the other to lead, to decide just how much he wants in one dose.
simply seeing will was usually
enough to stave off the feeling
of wanting to touch .
( or break, or maul, or string up
and press his fingertips into his skin to try and dig his way through it just to get a little piece of their heart . )
—
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song starter for ;;
@livingouija
. ،، ָ࣪ ✷𝅄
The Tell-tale heart by Edgar Allan Poe , Matthew Gray Gubler .
( funnily enough . )
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It still reverberates around
his head, the sound that
had escaped from a throat
—
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( theres a laugh, a soft huff against lips as he pulls away. happy, practically glowing ; its obvious he is content, & its not hard to see. )
soo — you don’t mind if i keep killing, do you?
state where he did not really
look at himself , just focused on
being clean .
„ draw me .ᐣ i'm not that . . pretty .“
a twitch of his shoulders .
„ is my hair too long ? “
„ i'm not frightened .“
he snarls , jaw clenched
and teeth bared like a
rabid dog . a warning, just
in case he decides to move
any closer . vincent inches
away at the same time ,
either way, just in case he
gets any stupid ideas .
—
——
the large man turned to face his soon to be meal , moving around him but never getting any closer .
“ you don’t look so good . .
didn’t mean to give you a fright . ”
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