[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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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.