[ the drag of cloud’s cock against his sends electricity spiraling through his system, and he compromises with an arch of his hips; heat builds in between them, leaving him teetering at the edge as his eyes flutter shut. delicately, nier’s lips part, and his hair fans out beneath him as he bites back a moan.
urgently, he works at the base, stroking up fervently before snapping his lower torso up. cloud wants to end the conversation — so nier does just do that, grinding as he jerks them off. pre cum leaves them slick, culminating in the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and nier angles his head up to draw cloud into a kiss as deep as the sea. he drowns in the sensation, tongue flicking against his, and hooks his legs around his waist as an anchor.
it’s a fight, in a way; deep inside, it always was. but his grip is protective, and perhaps a little nurturing in nature, and a hands com to cup cloud’s face when his forehead presses against his, the other still pumping. ]
How far– [ a breath. ] do you want to go? [ through gritted teeth. ]
H—...! Cl—
[ a strangled noise as he feels himself edging closer to the light; “do you want to be inside of me,” he wants to ask. a vulnerable, relenting question, the act itself even moreso. but it’s a show of affection — of, in spite of everything, trust. ]
[This feeling- the mass of it is something he hasn't felt before. Hadn't even begun to imagine, actually. He'd... had thoughts, of course. That was only normal, but even then, he hadn't exactly imagined anything like this. He's lost, probably.
In so many respects, it is a fight still. But their argument, the circumstances that led to it feel distant, far away- and even then, the only thing that feels like it matters is the drag of Nier's hand against his cock, the feeling of his own as it presses between Nier's and their hands, the faintly sharp jabs of their hips colliding at every downstroke. Every ragged breath, being unable to tell the sound of his own gasps from Nier's, let alone the sight of him, how beautiful he is while roiling against him like this- Everything else is distant.
..Apart from that kiss. He's surprised at first. His body tensed, and his instinct is to pull away. But the way he's touched, the affection behind it, it makes him sink into it, savours it, press against him to deepen it. The kiss lingers. When it's broken and when Nier pushes his forehead up against his own, it's as if his lips are throbbing- as if his body itself is begging for it to be sustained.
He does so. Or tries, anyway. He shifts- seeking to catch his lips again, but instead, he feels Nier's breath on his lips as he asks. That stops him.
And that. That's... definitely a question. One that he has to force his answer to because what he wants is everything. He slows his hips to a stop- so he can adjust Nier's legs around his waist, make him a little more comfortable doing it, make thier hold a little stronger. ]
Don't know.
[Probably not the most assertive answer. Certainly not the one going through his mind. But it's spoken as his hand shifts from Nier's own and their cocks, trailing a long, glistening trail of pre up his thigh, across his hip and up the muscles of his chest- his head lowers to glance his lips against his shoulder. His fingertips find where they want to be, and splay against one of Nier's nipples, head tilting to find purchase in the incline of his neck. ]
I guess... I want to do what you want to do. I want to make you feel good.
[Spoken shortly before he nips against his skin, aiming to leave a mark.]
So tell me. Alright? We can keep going like this, or do more. With this, it's your call. I just want to be with you.
[ even when angry, they were different — cloud had melted into him, softened at his touch. everything about him had been much more forgiving and gentler than nier had the capacity to be. so his fingers grip him by the jaw, the pads climbing upwards as he feels for the tension, and he kisses him again, this time more slowly. ]
I thought you were angry with me. [ he says through a small huff of a laugh, one that could easily go unheard to start with. ] ...People are different when you have sex with them while they’re angry. They show you the worst of who they are. Sometimes, they break you.
[ it’s a jaded statement, and you can see the way it reflects in his eyes, which rove up as though he’s somewhere else for a fleeting moment. his voice is stilted and deep, almost uncharacteristic in what it is. with the strength of his upper torso, he presses their chests together flush, and then buries his face in the crook of cloud’s shoulder. ]
But you’re different.
I knew that.
[ and somehow, i thought to trust you, are the words that don’t manage to break free. his grip now more fragile than it had been before, he leisurely continues to stroke their cocks tighter in tandem, pre cum stringing in between the two of them. ]
Uh...in the bottom left? Drawer, if you want to...
I am angry at you. You're being an asshole, and you know it.
[He's quick to say it, and he means it. Nothing had changed in that regard. Nier wasn't his caretaker, and he had no right to think it- let alone overreact the way he had. His opinion hasn't changed on that. But it's spoken against skin as he's bruising the other's neck, his body tensing as Nier's fingers grip him- interuppting him by wrenching his head away. ]
You don't give a shit about me, or how I feel about it. You just want a fight.
[His eyebrows are pinched together in this new annoyance, his gaze moving down to the spot he was working, where he knows a bruise, despite his best effort, won't form. Useless thing to do with a vampire, probably. But as Nier kisses him, he presses into it stubbornly, refusing to be cowed.
It's slower, sure. But it's no less crushing, no less overwhelming- no less feels like he's being stripped away piece by piece. Not like... he minds. He's unable to stop a faint sound of pleasure rising from the back of his throat- no less disinclined to savour every crushing press of his lips, no less disinclined to fight every sweep of his tongue with his own.
As their torsos collide, as their kiss breaks, he's... surprised, slightly, by Nier's head moving to the crook of his shoulder. And he wraps his arms around Nier's torso, moving his hand up his spine, and to thread, gently, through his hair.
Of course, he doesn't know anything about it. He doesn't know the half of the complexes this man has, and what seems like a perfectly normal, if intimate, gesture to him would signal to the other man.
But fuck if doing it isn't ...nice. He'd assumed, from the colour of Nier's hair, that it was a dyejob. Half expecting it to feel rough, brittle in his fingers- like dried grass- dead at the root and clinging, desperately onto his scalp. But it's different. It's thick, strong. Practically luminescent in the light, but so thick, and like silkthreads against his fingertips.
...Sorry, Nier. ...He really doesn't know.
But, his voice is firm.]
I'm notgoing to hurt you. I'm not going to break you, either. No matter what happens. [No matter if he wanted to fucking punch him just as much as he wanted to fuck him.] I'm not. ... I don't have it in me.
I do care about you. [ and his fingers dig into his skin with an unwieldy amount of force, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to assert his presence. ] If I wanted nothing but a fight, I wouldn’t go to you for it. [ and as his thumb rubs circles into the head of cloud’s cock, his fangs brush against his shoulder, dangerously close but never quite caving into him.
at the sensation of fingers running through tresses of his hair, he stiffens — visibly, eyes fluttering closed before he eases into his touch. ]
And if I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t have let you get away with that.
[ cloud had always held back; he was at war with some unseen force, probably himself, always afraid of a distant (or perhaps no so distant) possibility. nier had never been able to approximate what it was. he pulls his hand away from their cocks, and it’s damp with pre come when he flicks it. without any warning, he shifts in place, shoving cloud up and settling into his lap; his hips are pulled back as he hovers over cock, teasing just a bit. ]
I know. I trust you. And I like you, too. Even when you don’t like about yourself.
[ and a beat, before he loops his arms around his shoulders and makes a cutting kind of eye contact. ]
The second drawer. Give me the lotion in there. You’re going to take me.
Then stay here tonight. If you do that, then I'll be more careful. You won't have to worry.
[As Nier's fingers dig into his skin, he flinches. It's only slight, though. It's uncomfortable, sure. But his skin doesn't break, not even under that pressure. Probably won't even bruise. Physically, he's more resilient than most. That's ...probably it. Yet the discomfort, the pressure underneath every digit, does make his hand slow as it moves through his hair, settling at his scalp.
...And yes, the vague scrape of fangs against his shoulder elicit a shiver. As Nier's body seized a few moments before, his does- and... honestly... most of him wants to retreat. Perhaps it's some form of instinct. His mind's too addled by what they're doing to actually comprehend it, actually weigh it in his head and actually make the conscious decision to shrink back from his fangs- the instinct is more ingrained. More autopilot, given Nier's technical standpoint of being a predator that fed on fellow predators and prey.
Except that's all well and good. Nothing's strange about that. It doesn't get more natural than a predator/prey type of situation between a vampire and anything living. The problem is that regardless of any sort of automatic survival instinct kicking in with his body becoming rigid, his hips are moving forward of their own volition. Even more so when Nier's hand moves away. It only makes him more persistent as he attempts to regain the lost sensation.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to deal with it for long. The adjustment forces a gasp from him, his body relaxes somewhat, and the teasing... it can be tolerated. Sort of. if anything, because the shift makes a comment spoken just a few moments ago about some drawer and wanting to suddenly make sense.
...Even more so when he repeats it. Firmer, this time.]
R-right. Yeah.
[He's careful as he removes his hand from Nier's hair. Even more careful as he wraps an arm around his torso, moving his upper body to lean (with surprising core strength, nonetheless!) to the side to access said drawer. Since Nier's arms are looped around his shoulders, he's coming with, of course. But he manages it without displaying any sign of strain.
His only hesitation comes with ...actually handing the small bottle over. And even then, it's slight.]
Haven't actually...
[What the hell are you saying?]
I mean, you sure? I... want to. But I don't want you to be obligated. That's all.
[ nier doesn't make promises he can't keep. so cloud goes unanswered, and his pace slows like molasses, becoming something gentler, something more tender as he allows cloud some reprieve. he'll be back as an apex predator in due time, but for now he's focused on finding a seat; so with his legs wrapped around cloud, he forces himself up, weight now shifting onto his thighs as he slathers his fingers in cream. ]
I want this, too. [ there's a hand resting against cloud's cheek, followed by a stroke of the thumb. nier's eyes soften, kind as he looks towards him, before hardening once more. he spreads his legs, gradually, still hovering when a finger slides into his entrance. it pumps, and his eyelids flutter shut, a grunt escaping him as tresses of his hair brush against his shoulders. the sounds are slick and wet, and with a roll of his hips, he inserts another finger; stretching himself in plain view until he's in knuckle deep.
his lips tremble, just a tad, and with the way his eyebrows crease with concentration. two fingers scissor carefully and his features are drawn back into something delicate and vulnerable all the while. like glass, so easily shattered by a single touch. they won't be, of course, and the addition of a third finger makes that all the more obvious. ]
Cloud. [ he breathes out, a gasp escaping him. ]
—I'm doing this for you.
[ as to what, he doesn't specify. it's the root of all of this, isn't it? though his jawline tenses, his eyes open again, only narrowly. ]
[When Nier's body language changes, when he slows and when of all things, he becomes tender, it's hard for him to not sink against him, to press himself against him, to give in- to lower his head and embrace him, entirely and completely- to draw all of the affection he can get out of him by doing so until it was all spent, all gone, in sensation. He wants to. He really does- and perhaps if he wasn't as far along as he was, he'd have done it. He's certain. ]
I know.
[Except he's too far gone. There's something urgent, something pressing which forces his action of taking the discarded container when Nier's placed it aside. This urgency, this need, has him imitate the way of which Nier had coated his own fingers, even if between the combination of both the expression on his face and the sight of what he was doing to himself happened to monopolize his attention to the point he happened to spill quite a bit of it on the bed coverings as he did so.
Even if his cheeks are, by now, bright red, his gaze doing a series of haphazard dashes between his face and ...well. What he was doing, which is just as interesting as his expressions... his hand bypasses his own (substantially more needing, thanks to this display) cock to lightly wrap around his wrist, slowing his hand to a stop.]
Let me get you ready. I want to.
[Never going to learn, otherwise. Should Nier agree, he'd lightly pull on his wrist, removing his fingers, and replacing them with his own slicked ones. If anything, his own move to the beat of a different drum. He's only using two, for a start- and his pace is slower. More considered. A lack of confidence, perhaps? Or embarrassment? Or maybe even faint fear, that somehow, he could hurt him?
It's all of the above. But more than any of those things, it's inexperience. But the thing about inexperience, is it's something that can be easily got over. So perhaps, if Nier's got any suggestions...]
Like this?
[Tentatively, he spreads his fingers as he pulls them out, adding his third when he presses back in.]
[ it's...endearing, really — the sincerity to his resolve and the way he flushes. he'd been angry, determined to make him stand down, and yet he balks, tending to him like porcelain.
it's nothing nier's ever quite seen from a man. so with a nod he follows his silent command, and his fingers trail back to curl into the sheets as he aggressively bucks his hips up at an angle. he tightens around him, and body tensing before there's one joint, and then another, and nier's insides stretch and warm before a gasp of pleasure escapes him. it's always jarring — letting someone is, that in. but when he relaxes, he does so quickly and passionately, as though he were welcoming cloud into himself. ]
Crook them up. [ nier says, hips still raising off of cloud's lap. ] You can go faster. And deeper.
[ cloud is careful, like a treacle running in strings from a spoon, but he doesn't have to be — so nier leans in, and his lips brush against cloud's forehead as if to reassure him. it precedes a steady tidal roll of the torso that is far from gentle; he rides his fingers as deeply as he can, letting out a juddering moan, urging him to twist and turn.
a hand molds about cloud's shoulder as it grasps for purchase, and his lower back dips with a soft pant to accompany it. the ice blue of his eyes thaw with a heady kind of desperation. ]
You can take me when you're ready, [ it's said in a gasp, but even in spite of the way he flushes and his heart races, his words are trained — as if to not overwhelm cloud. ]
[He's warm inside. Despite the coldness of his skin, Nier's a few degrees short of body temperature inside of his body, and while there's... not exactly so much of a difference between exterior and interior- it's noticeable. Probably the fact he wasn't... entirely undead yet. He'd heard that changes for vampires weren't like those of werewolves. Their changes weren't temporary. Nor were they sudden, and they're sure as hell not reversible.
It's a reminder. A sorely unneeded one; a reminder that Nier's dying, slowly. That for all of their conversations about his death, both past and future, they're overlooking this. And normally, the thought would be enough for him to cease. They shouldn't be doing this. For many reasons- not just what was rattling around his head- but he's too far gone. Far too far gone to really think about it- to know that the small amounts of warmth present in this, in other things, are juttering out. One day, he'd just be cold.
He doesn't connect the dots. That's why he can't stop. He hates himself for it in a small sense, or at least the part of him that should know better does. But it's drowned out by need, by curiosity, by the way he tightens around his fingers, the way he shudders at each inward jab of his fingers, the way he breathily gasps into his ear and the way he groans when he does as he's asked.
He's. Lost in it, to be frank. The way Nier's responding makes his cock ache with need, abandoned, ignored- every nerve in his body screaming for it to be paid some form of attention. But even then- it's overlooked. Mostly because he doesn't want to stop what he's doing. He doesn't want to force Nier to stop riding his hand. The way his torso moves is too entrancing, the noises he's making are too ...nice, and-
His hand does slow when he feels his lips press against his forehead. He was that lost, that gesture's of some surprise, even. And he blinks- looking upward. He doesn't have to think before he responds.]
I need you too.
[He adjusts himself then; his spare hand moving toward the abandoned bottle. His occupied one moves slowly again- carefully now, as he removes his fingers- prompting Nier to sit on his knees just above him as he slathers more of the fluid on his cock. It's a quick motion. More a drag of his hand than anything else- he's far more careful with wrapping his fingers around both of Nier's hips- angling himself to brush his tip against his entrance. ]
Now. I need you now.
[His hands tighten, but he doesn't press him down. Not yet.]
[ where cloud is careful, nier is dangerously determined. it isn’t overeagerness, but it is passion; a hand curls around cloud’s bicep, drawing him closer as pale, stocky thighs bracket his own. with a quieted affection in each and every touch, he walks his fingers up cloud’s breastbone until he reaches his maw. and then tenderly, he brings cloud’s lips to his own, letting a kiss flood the two of them as he seats himself onto his cock.
there’s a pleasant burn of the thighs as they stretch further. almost intrinsically, there is a small part of him that panics at the intrusion — but nier steadies himself, and his shoulders pull back in a fluid motion before leaning in again like a curveball. this way he’s close enough to scrape his teeth against his jugular, close enough to hear the hitch in his breathing, releasing a slow pant in turn.
the beginning is uncomfortable, as it tended to be — but it does not deter him. instead his eyes flutter closed, and nier rocks into cloud with a shudder followed by a rumble of a groan. it pitches up into something more girlish, more coy at the sensation of cloud’s cock ramming up into him. as his brows tense, he grinds down against him with no mercy to spare regardless. in the pain, there is pleasure, and he swallows it down gladly in pursuit of the wildfire spreading across every inch of his skin. ]
Don’t hold back, [ he rasps, sharply meeting cloud’s gaze through narrowed eyes. they’re hard with concentration, the kind that’s edged and fine like a blade. another kiss this time, languid and slow in contrast to the quicksilver friction of their hips rolling against one another. it was a heated push and pull, one that made his very core ache for more. ]
Give me— [ a moan, interrupted by a biting of the lip. ] ...everything.
[The feeling he gets- of tightness enveloping him, of Nier's weight bearing down on him, the slow crush of his thighs on top of his, the squeeze of his insides entirely around him- is something that.... obviously, is new to him. So much so, in fact, that the sound's out before he even realizes it. As Nier's hand pulls him closer, his own arms wrap around his torso, pulling him closer to him in turn. The sensation of his hand inching up his chest, pressing against his skin as it moves inch by inch causes him to shudder, but it's a secondary feeling. Secondary compared to their kiss. No- tertiary, compared to-
...Fuck. He's still- He groans into his mouth, the sound muted, but deep. Heavy. He can't help but have his hips buck upward again- as far as they can against his weight anyway- his hands moving from Nier's waist to grasp both sides of his jaw after his teeth move against his throat. ...It's not a gentle action. But it's haste, rather than anger or disgust, that drives it.
...It's certainly not disgust. Not when Nier's bite does what it does, not even when a simple scrape of his teeth against his neck works in the same way, making his cock feel like it's twitching inside of him. But.]
Don't..
[His forehead presses against his. And his lips part, accepting his kiss. It's... indeed a languid thing. It's slow. But it's no less forceful than the rest of this. And it's a force he's more than happy to return. His hands snake around his shoulders again, nails pressing in- if anything- to stop him from pressing him down further.]
You don't need...
[A pant of a breath, a tremor in his voice. A push of his nails.]
...Time? You know. In case...
[Another groan. Smaller, a breath immediately after.]
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urgently, he works at the base, stroking up fervently before snapping his lower torso up. cloud wants to end the conversation — so nier does just do that, grinding as he jerks them off. pre cum leaves them slick, culminating in the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and nier angles his head up to draw cloud into a kiss as deep as the sea. he drowns in the sensation, tongue flicking against his, and hooks his legs around his waist as an anchor.
it’s a fight, in a way; deep inside, it always was. but his grip is protective, and perhaps a little nurturing in nature, and a hands com to cup cloud’s face when his forehead presses against his, the other still pumping. ]
How far– [ a breath. ] do you want to go? [ through gritted teeth. ]
H—...! Cl—
[ a strangled noise as he feels himself edging closer to the light; “do you want to be inside of me,” he wants to ask. a vulnerable, relenting question, the act itself even moreso. but it’s a show of affection — of, in spite of everything, trust. ]
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In so many respects, it is a fight still. But their argument, the circumstances that led to it feel distant, far away- and even then, the only thing that feels like it matters is the drag of Nier's hand against his cock, the feeling of his own as it presses between Nier's and their hands, the faintly sharp jabs of their hips colliding at every downstroke. Every ragged breath, being unable to tell the sound of his own gasps from Nier's, let alone the sight of him, how beautiful he is while roiling against him like this- Everything else is distant.
..Apart from that kiss. He's surprised at first. His body tensed, and his instinct is to pull away. But the way he's touched, the affection behind it, it makes him sink into it, savours it, press against him to deepen it. The kiss lingers. When it's broken and when Nier pushes his forehead up against his own, it's as if his lips are throbbing- as if his body itself is begging for it to be sustained.
He does so. Or tries, anyway. He shifts- seeking to catch his lips again, but instead, he feels Nier's breath on his lips as he asks. That stops him.
And that.
That's... definitely a question. One that he has to force his answer to because what he wants is everything. He slows his hips to a stop- so he can adjust Nier's legs around his waist, make him a little more comfortable doing it, make thier hold a little stronger. ]
Don't know.
[Probably not the most assertive answer. Certainly not the one going through his mind. But it's spoken as his hand shifts from Nier's own and their cocks, trailing a long, glistening trail of pre up his thigh, across his hip and up the muscles of his chest- his head lowers to glance his lips against his shoulder. His fingertips find where they want to be, and splay against one of Nier's nipples, head tilting to find purchase in the incline of his neck. ]
I guess... I want to do what you want to do. I want to make you feel good.
[Spoken shortly before he nips against his skin, aiming to leave a mark.]
So tell me. Alright? We can keep going like this, or do more. With this, it's your call. I just want to be with you.
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I thought you were angry with me. [ he says through a small huff of a laugh, one that could easily go unheard to start with. ] ...People are different when you have sex with them while they’re angry. They show you the worst of who they are. Sometimes, they break you.
[ it’s a jaded statement, and you can see the way it reflects in his eyes, which rove up as though he’s somewhere else for a fleeting moment. his voice is stilted and deep, almost uncharacteristic in what it is. with the strength of his upper torso, he presses their chests together flush, and then buries his face in the crook of cloud’s shoulder. ]
But you’re different.
I knew that.
[ and somehow, i thought to trust you, are the words that don’t manage to break free. his grip now more fragile than it had been before, he leisurely continues to stroke their cocks tighter in tandem, pre cum stringing in between the two of them. ]
Uh...in the bottom left? Drawer, if you want to...
I don’t care. Whatever you do, don’t hold back.
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[He's quick to say it, and he means it. Nothing had changed in that regard. Nier wasn't his caretaker, and he had no right to think it- let alone overreact the way he had. His opinion hasn't changed on that. But it's spoken against skin as he's bruising the other's neck, his body tensing as Nier's fingers grip him- interuppting him by wrenching his head away. ]
You don't give a shit about me, or how I feel about it. You just want a fight.
[His eyebrows are pinched together in this new annoyance, his gaze moving down to the spot he was working, where he knows a bruise, despite his best effort, won't form. Useless thing to do with a vampire, probably. But as Nier kisses him, he presses into it stubbornly, refusing to be cowed.
It's slower, sure. But it's no less crushing, no less overwhelming- no less feels like he's being stripped away piece by piece. Not like... he minds. He's unable to stop a faint sound of pleasure rising from the back of his throat- no less disinclined to savour every crushing press of his lips, no less disinclined to fight every sweep of his tongue with his own.
As their torsos collide, as their kiss breaks, he's... surprised, slightly, by Nier's head moving to the crook of his shoulder. And he wraps his arms around Nier's torso, moving his hand up his spine, and to thread, gently, through his hair.
Of course, he doesn't know anything about it. He doesn't know the half of the complexes this man has, and what seems like a perfectly normal, if intimate, gesture to him would signal to the other man.
But fuck if doing it isn't ...nice. He'd assumed, from the colour of Nier's hair, that it was a dyejob. Half expecting it to feel rough, brittle in his fingers- like dried grass- dead at the root and clinging, desperately onto his scalp. But it's different. It's thick, strong. Practically luminescent in the light, but so thick, and like silkthreads against his fingertips.
...Sorry, Nier.
...He really doesn't know.
But, his voice is firm.]
I'm notgoing to hurt you. I'm not going to break you, either. No matter what happens. [No matter if he wanted to fucking punch him just as much as he wanted to fuck him.] I'm not. ... I don't have it in me.
[That, and Nier'd already seen the worst of him.]
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at the sensation of fingers running through tresses of his hair, he stiffens — visibly, eyes fluttering closed before he eases into his touch. ]
And if I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t have let you get away with that.
[ cloud had always held back; he was at war with some unseen force, probably himself, always afraid of a distant (or perhaps no so distant) possibility. nier had never been able to approximate what it was. he pulls his hand away from their cocks, and it’s damp with pre come when he flicks it. without any warning, he shifts in place, shoving cloud up and settling into his lap; his hips are pulled back as he hovers over cock, teasing just a bit. ]
I know. I trust you. And I like you, too. Even when you don’t like about yourself.
[ and a beat, before he loops his arms around his shoulders and makes a cutting kind of eye contact. ]
The second drawer. Give me the lotion in there. You’re going to take me.
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[As Nier's fingers dig into his skin, he flinches. It's only slight, though. It's uncomfortable, sure. But his skin doesn't break, not even under that pressure. Probably won't even bruise. Physically, he's more resilient than most. That's ...probably it. Yet the discomfort, the pressure underneath every digit, does make his hand slow as it moves through his hair, settling at his scalp.
...And yes, the vague scrape of fangs against his shoulder elicit a shiver. As Nier's body seized a few moments before, his does- and... honestly... most of him wants to retreat. Perhaps it's some form of instinct. His mind's too addled by what they're doing to actually comprehend it, actually weigh it in his head and actually make the conscious decision to shrink back from his fangs- the instinct is more ingrained. More autopilot, given Nier's technical standpoint of being a predator that fed on fellow predators and prey.
Except that's all well and good. Nothing's strange about that. It doesn't get more natural than a predator/prey type of situation between a vampire and anything living. The problem is that regardless of any sort of automatic survival instinct kicking in with his body becoming rigid, his hips are moving forward of their own volition. Even more so when Nier's hand moves away. It only makes him more persistent as he attempts to regain the lost sensation.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to deal with it for long. The adjustment forces a gasp from him, his body relaxes somewhat, and the teasing... it can be tolerated. Sort of. if anything, because the shift makes a comment spoken just a few moments ago about some drawer and wanting to suddenly make sense.
...Even more so when he repeats it. Firmer, this time.]
R-right. Yeah.
[He's careful as he removes his hand from Nier's hair. Even more careful as he wraps an arm around his torso, moving his upper body to lean (with surprising core strength, nonetheless!) to the side to access said drawer. Since Nier's arms are looped around his shoulders, he's coming with, of course. But he manages it without displaying any sign of strain.
His only hesitation comes with ...actually handing the small bottle over. And even then, it's slight.]
Haven't actually...
[What the hell are you saying?]
I mean, you sure? I... want to. But I don't want you to be obligated. That's all.
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I want this, too. [ there's a hand resting against cloud's cheek, followed by a stroke of the thumb. nier's eyes soften, kind as he looks towards him, before hardening once more. he spreads his legs, gradually, still hovering when a finger slides into his entrance. it pumps, and his eyelids flutter shut, a grunt escaping him as tresses of his hair brush against his shoulders. the sounds are slick and wet, and with a roll of his hips, he inserts another finger; stretching himself in plain view until he's in knuckle deep.
his lips tremble, just a tad, and with the way his eyebrows crease with concentration. two fingers scissor carefully and his features are drawn back into something delicate and vulnerable all the while. like glass, so easily shattered by a single touch. they won't be, of course, and the addition of a third finger makes that all the more obvious. ]
Cloud. [ he breathes out, a gasp escaping him. ]
—I'm doing this for you.
[ as to what, he doesn't specify. it's the root of all of this, isn't it? though his jawline tenses, his eyes open again, only narrowly. ]
You— [ another breath. ] know that, right?
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I know.
[Except he's too far gone. There's something urgent, something pressing which forces his action of taking the discarded container when Nier's placed it aside. This urgency, this need, has him imitate the way of which Nier had coated his own fingers, even if between the combination of both the expression on his face and the sight of what he was doing to himself happened to monopolize his attention to the point he happened to spill quite a bit of it on the bed coverings as he did so.
Even if his cheeks are, by now, bright red, his gaze doing a series of haphazard dashes between his face and ...well. What he was doing, which is just as interesting as his expressions... his hand bypasses his own (substantially more needing, thanks to this display) cock to lightly wrap around his wrist, slowing his hand to a stop.]
Let me get you ready. I want to.
[Never going to learn, otherwise. Should Nier agree, he'd lightly pull on his wrist, removing his fingers, and replacing them with his own slicked ones. If anything, his own move to the beat of a different drum. He's only using two, for a start- and his pace is slower. More considered. A lack of confidence, perhaps? Or embarrassment? Or maybe even faint fear, that somehow, he could hurt him?
It's all of the above. But more than any of those things, it's inexperience. But the thing about inexperience, is it's something that can be easily got over. So perhaps, if Nier's got any suggestions...]
Like this?
[Tentatively, he spreads his fingers as he pulls them out, adding his third when he presses back in.]
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it's nothing nier's ever quite seen from a man. so with a nod he follows his silent command, and his fingers trail back to curl into the sheets as he aggressively bucks his hips up at an angle. he tightens around him, and body tensing before there's one joint, and then another, and nier's insides stretch and warm before a gasp of pleasure escapes him. it's always jarring — letting someone is, that in. but when he relaxes, he does so quickly and passionately, as though he were welcoming cloud into himself. ]
Crook them up. [ nier says, hips still raising off of cloud's lap. ] You can go faster. And deeper.
[ cloud is careful, like a treacle running in strings from a spoon, but he doesn't have to be — so nier leans in, and his lips brush against cloud's forehead as if to reassure him. it precedes a steady tidal roll of the torso that is far from gentle; he rides his fingers as deeply as he can, letting out a juddering moan, urging him to twist and turn.
a hand molds about cloud's shoulder as it grasps for purchase, and his lower back dips with a soft pant to accompany it. the ice blue of his eyes thaw with a heady kind of desperation. ]
You can take me when you're ready, [ it's said in a gasp, but even in spite of the way he flushes and his heart races, his words are trained — as if to not overwhelm cloud. ]
But I—I need you.
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It's a reminder. A sorely unneeded one; a reminder that Nier's dying, slowly. That for all of their conversations about his death, both past and future, they're overlooking this. And normally, the thought would be enough for him to cease. They shouldn't be doing this. For many reasons- not just what was rattling around his head- but he's too far gone. Far too far gone to really think about it- to know that the small amounts of warmth present in this, in other things, are juttering out. One day, he'd just be cold.
He doesn't connect the dots. That's why he can't stop. He hates himself for it in a small sense, or at least the part of him that should know better does. But it's drowned out by need, by curiosity, by the way he tightens around his fingers, the way he shudders at each inward jab of his fingers, the way he breathily gasps into his ear and the way he groans when he does as he's asked.
He's. Lost in it, to be frank. The way Nier's responding makes his cock ache with need, abandoned, ignored- every nerve in his body screaming for it to be paid some form of attention. But even then- it's overlooked. Mostly because he doesn't want to stop what he's doing. He doesn't want to force Nier to stop riding his hand. The way his torso moves is too entrancing, the noises he's making are too ...nice, and-
His hand does slow when he feels his lips press against his forehead. He was that lost, that gesture's of some surprise, even. And he blinks- looking upward. He doesn't have to think before he responds.]
I need you too.
[He adjusts himself then; his spare hand moving toward the abandoned bottle. His occupied one moves slowly again- carefully now, as he removes his fingers- prompting Nier to sit on his knees just above him as he slathers more of the fluid on his cock. It's a quick motion. More a drag of his hand than anything else- he's far more careful with wrapping his fingers around both of Nier's hips- angling himself to brush his tip against his entrance. ]
Now. I need you now.
[His hands tighten, but he doesn't press him down. Not yet.]
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there’s a pleasant burn of the thighs as they stretch further. almost intrinsically, there is a small part of him that panics at the intrusion — but nier steadies himself, and his shoulders pull back in a fluid motion before leaning in again like a curveball. this way he’s close enough to scrape his teeth against his jugular, close enough to hear the hitch in his breathing, releasing a slow pant in turn.
the beginning is uncomfortable, as it tended to be — but it does not deter him. instead his eyes flutter closed, and nier rocks into cloud with a shudder followed by a rumble of a groan. it pitches up into something more girlish, more coy at the sensation of cloud’s cock ramming up into him. as his brows tense, he grinds down against him with no mercy to spare regardless. in the pain, there is pleasure, and he swallows it down gladly in pursuit of the wildfire spreading across every inch of his skin. ]
Don’t hold back, [ he rasps, sharply meeting cloud’s gaze through narrowed eyes. they’re hard with concentration, the kind that’s edged and fine like a blade. another kiss this time, languid and slow in contrast to the quicksilver friction of their hips rolling against one another. it was a heated push and pull, one that made his very core ache for more. ]
Give me— [ a moan, interrupted by a biting of the lip. ] ...everything.
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[The feeling he gets- of tightness enveloping him, of Nier's weight bearing down on him, the slow crush of his thighs on top of his, the squeeze of his insides entirely around him- is something that.... obviously, is new to him. So much so, in fact, that the sound's out before he even realizes it. As Nier's hand pulls him closer, his own arms wrap around his torso, pulling him closer to him in turn. The sensation of his hand inching up his chest, pressing against his skin as it moves inch by inch causes him to shudder, but it's a secondary feeling. Secondary compared to their kiss. No- tertiary, compared to-
...Fuck. He's still-
He groans into his mouth, the sound muted, but deep. Heavy. He can't help but have his hips buck upward again- as far as they can against his weight anyway- his hands moving from Nier's waist to grasp both sides of his jaw after his teeth move against his throat. ...It's not a gentle action. But it's haste, rather than anger or disgust, that drives it.
...It's certainly not disgust. Not when Nier's bite does what it does, not even when a simple scrape of his teeth against his neck works in the same way, making his cock feel like it's twitching inside of him. But.]
Don't..
[His forehead presses against his. And his lips part, accepting his kiss. It's... indeed a languid thing. It's slow. But it's no less forceful than the rest of this. And it's a force he's more than happy to return. His hands snake around his shoulders again, nails pressing in- if anything- to stop him from pressing him down further.]
You don't need...
[A pant of a breath, a tremor in his voice. A push of his nails.]
...Time? You know. In case...
[Another groan. Smaller, a breath immediately after.]
...don't want to hurt you.