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Kissing Noe was alott different to kissing Jeanne, there was no room to mistake Noe for anything but a man. Kissing Jeanne was sweet, innocent, left her more often than not flustered and she bent to Vanitas will in the kiss, kissing Noe was...hungry...desperate, a constant push and pull, give and take. It was addicting in its own right, It was hard to not see the difference between the ex-lover and the present, as Noe pulled back, lips parted as he took a breath, his eyes sharp and demanding, it made Vanitas admittedly perhaps a bit too excited, yet made him all the more determined to bend Noe down to his will, they were both selfish and gluttonous creatures. Vanitas the brains and Noe the brawn, but brawn meant nothing when it came to dominance in passion.
Their finger tips meet, kissing each finger briefly till vanitas nails scratched Noes palm, dragging down to his wrist and wrapping around the warm skin there, pressing back agaisnt the hand he felt press agaisnt his back, with a harsh tug to Noe’s wrist he had the vampire back against his lips as he whispered,
“You greedy little thing you didn’t even say please”
It was teasing and accusing. Teeth nipping lip in light punishment,
“Can I please kiss you?”
Noe mummered back in a half assed way already chasing the others lips.
The doctor couldn’t help but to roll his eyes at the late response,
“Don't be a brat you know its too late to ask, besides I'm already kissing you” a chuckle slipped from his throat betraying his annoyance with fondness as he easily followed Noe’s suit and lead back in with another press of lips.
Kissing Noe was something he didn’t realise he needed, something he didn’t realise it was something he could ever need, but now it was all he ever thought about, when they were alone, when they were with company, when they were in public. It was maddening! Distracting! And it was all Noe’s fault.
How was Vanitas suppose to concentrate when they spoke of plans over lunch when his eyes were naturally drawn to Noes lips as he sipped on straws or enjoyed Tartin? How was he supposed to not drag him down for a kiss when he smiled so wonderfully and so genuinely at vanitas in the comfort of their room or on the roof? And worst of all, did he truly not expect him to not feel a need to kiss him when he said something so wonderfully endearing and yet stupid or when he said something so agitating that quieting him would be much more satisfying if done with a kiss?
Noe needed to take responsibility for this, after all Vanitas wouldn’t be in this position if It werent for the Vampires admittedly- charming yet frustrating self.
Hands slipping from Noe’s neck and wrist to go down to his hips, thumbs massaging soft circles where the tie of his work apron wrapped around him, reaching back all it took was one simple tug, and the fabric easily slid to the floor, so their was at least one less layer to bother Vanitas.
Noe had just finished work 30 minutes prior, when he had entered the room, cheeks and nose red from the cold and skin cold to the touch, the fool had forgotten his coat before he left this morning, despite it being late November, leaving him shivering when he finally returned back, A scolding session that quickly came to be a small kissing session when Noe cheekily suggested he knew of a way Vanitas could warm him up.
They had not been dating long, perhaps a few weeks? Months? At most? Vanitas didn’t know, he didn’t keep track, but what he did know, was that they were still firmly planted in the early stages if he still couldn’t get tasting Noes lips off his mind.
Tortured by the odd sinful dream here and there it was hard not to ache to touch Noe more and more, and he was sure Noe had felt the same, neither ever spoke about it, about moving further in the relationship, but a few mornings he had caught Noe staring at him with those annoyingly expressive eyes that screamed that he wanted to ask something, but just as he opened his mouth to do just that, he would shake his head and bow away in shame quickly changing to a topic more suitable for every day discussion.
Perhaps it was high time they did have that discussion, as a few times their little kissing sessions, almost went beyond a few innocent touches...Vanitas still thought of that night after the argument outside of Dominique De Sade's lunch party often. But that might be more dangerous, if he couldn’t keep his mind of Noe’s lips he doubted he would be able to do much to keep his hands from Noe’s body once given permission.
Their kiss had begun to slow, becoming less feverish but more, passionate, slow and deep, longing pressed into each second, as their heads rocked together, low hums of approval slipping from deep in Noe’s throat, as Vanitas brought his had up and brushed Noe’s cheek, the vampire in turn, slowly dragging his hand up to Vanitas Hand, nails scraping the doctors scalp just enough to send a pleasureful shiver through his spine as he in turn sighed in pleased approval, sinking agaisnt the wall and pulling Noe closer to him as he did.
His hand itched from where it was, wanting to seek out the lines of his partners body, and as though reading his mind, Noe had begun to do just that.
Vanitas was not the only one that was suffering between the two of them. Noe was course also a man, and he struggled greatful to restrain himself at the best of times. Though he may not of ached to kiss vanitas every moment of the day like Vanitas seemed to want to do with him. He found himself wanting to reach out- to just- touch him. In some way, any way, a simple hand hold, a brush of shoulders, to brush Vanitas hair behind his ear when it fell out of place. He ached. And each time they kissed it was an internal battle to not try and take more than was being offered, he didn’t even know what he wanted if he was honest, all he knew is that he wanted Vanitas.
For almost 2 weeks now Noe had to bite his thounge, dreams and thoughts haunting him, of what it would be like to do more than kiss, sitting on his bed, watching Vanitas as he hurried back and forth to get ready for the day, his thoughts tended to spiral, it would be such an easy thing to ask, something couples should be able to talk about, and yet- each time he tried- his throat would close up- those blue eyes would look at him and he would feel much more emmbarest, much more seen! He was sure Vanitas knew what he was thinking about, the dark haired man always seemed to know, and yet! He wouldn’t act! Not without Noe bringing it up! The stars only know Vanitas would never admit to wanting to do something that vulgar without pushing or teasing, he enjoyed seeing Noe squirm after all! Could vanitas be more agrivating?
His fingers scrapped vanitas scalp and in doing so, he felt the hand on his hip tighten its hold, the thumb agaisnt his cheek now gently painting circles, causing him to melt with the need to be close, he had Vanitas agaisnt the wall, and yet it wasn’t enough, it was never enough.
Feeling lashes agaisnt his skin, the sigh of his partner on his lips was almost took much, as Noe pulled back slowly, taking a deep breath through the nose as his heart hammered in his chest,
His voice low and in a whisper as he gave out a soft call,
“Vanitas I want to touch-”
Vanitas breath held- and then- there was a knock at the door, insistant and loud, and over all far too demanding to go unnoticed, Noe pratically leaped in his spot, eyes wide from the sudden fright, and Vanitas expression had dropped to something almost glaring as he shot a harsh look to the door for disturbing them. His attention going back to Noe as he sure the knocking would stop and they could get back to much more important business..
Business that sounded like it was about to get a lot more interesting.
“Moisur Noe! Vanitas? I have those towels you asked for this morning! Are you home?”
Ah- miss Amelia.
Noe pulled away much to Vanitas regret,
“A-ah! Yes! Were here Miss Amelia! Coming-” he hurried away, never one to keep a lady waiting, fixing his clothes on the Noe, Vanitas watched with dissatisfaction, slumping against the wall, as Noe, still flushed, hurriedly unlocked the door and had small polite small talk with Amelia and took the towels, he watched, not listening, as his eyes trailed over every inch of his partner, particularly focusing on the corset he had to wear as part of his uniform, Vanitas lips slowly curled with a plan as Noe closed the door.
With the towels in his arms, Noe gave the door a close, his racing heart now more calm since talking with Miss Amelia for a moment, glad for the distraction as surely he had just been about to make a fool of himself.
“Vanitas I think I might take a bath-”
A body loomed behind him, as fingers pulled the strings of his corset loose. Their shadow startled Noe into turning around quickly, only to move so fast he bumped back into the door, Vanitas temptingly close.
“You wanted to what Noe?” His tone had that dangerously smug tinge to it, “Wouldn't you rather finish what we had started? Your skin still feels cold dear Noe, wouldn’t you rather finish what you were saying to me? What was it you wanted to do?”
Noes grip on the towels tightened, as he started almost hypnotized into vanitas eyes, those electric blues so mystifying that they were impossible to look away from, and Noe was reminded of just how much he wanted to be close to vanitas, how much his kisses had left his lips burning and unsatisfied wanting more.
Vanitas wasn’t going to let this go, the way he watched Noe was obvious, the way his hand had reached up to rough up the styled work hairstyle he wore said enough on the grimore holders intent.
“i- want to touch you” Noe admitted, throat dry, but hands gripping the towels as he feared if he didn’t he would reach out then and there. But at Vanitas moment of silence he paniced and hurriedly added in “or for you to touch me! Which ever one you prefer!”
Vanitas gave a low laugh, “but you were touching me~” his eyes glanced to the towels and then back to Noe, reaching he tried to pry them from Noes hands. But he had such a tight grip on them it was almost impossible “how are you suppose to touch me if youre holding onto these so tight hm~?” he teased, lips curled into a grin,
Vanitas felt excitement, hearing Noe say it brought him alott more satisfaction than he believed it could, hearing that he wanted to touch and wanted to be touched was such a joy, that the doctor wanted to relish in that wonderfully surprised reaction all the more, and so he asked, “How often have you thought about it hm? How long did it take for you to ask me? Because do you want to know something Noe?”
Noe gave a slow nod, still refusing to look away, even as a hand, slowly slid around his torso, downward, and tugging a shirt free, slipping under the hem to press agaisnt skin that followed suit with goosebumps in vanitas wake. Up on his toes he went, leaning forward till he was just by Noes ear, “I have wanted you to ask me that for quite some time”
There was a stall, tention between the door, as they both waited for the next move, and as Noe took a breath, the towels were grabbed and thrown, as Noe and Vanitas both tugged each other towards the nearest bed in tantum, lips devouring one another, with heat and persistance, hands meeting flesh, and Noe’s back meeting the matress. It was times like this Vanitas was annoyed that they never thought of pushing the twin beds together, but they could make this work.
With each gasp and needy tug on clothes, they became more desperate, but Noe’s care knew no bounds as he pulled away to gasp out “T-the towels! They will get dirty they were just cleaned!”
“Screw the towels we will be using them later anyway”
Vanitas was quick to claim, pulling at the buttons of Noes shirt, shit, he both loved and hated Noe’s work uniform, it was far too flattering it should have been illegal to have waiters dressed so handsomely, Noes hands were quick to find Vanitas thighs, palms pressing against the legs that straddled him, and dragging up to a buckle in the jeans.
Lips pressing insistently wherever they could reach before he felt Teeth dragging slowly and teasingly against his neck making him squirm. Their movements where quick and heated, of fingers pinching flesh and palms stealing heat, until Noes impatience's was put on hold as Vanitas suddenly drew back making the vampire have to fight down a whine of disapproval, the only vice he had being, how vanitas looked, sitting above him, the light painting his back in this light that had Noe catching his breath, but his eyes sharpened as he demanded “why have you stopped?” confusion clear in his voice.
Confusion that was driving Vanitas mad, mad because he was sure Noe simply could not have any idea of what he looked like right now, of the sheer amount of restraint Vanitas would have to show in the next while, with Noe below him. On ‘HIS’ bed, hair messy amongst Vanitas’ sheets, his shirt half pulled off revealing tanned skin waiting to be explored, how could he not know that right now he was the picture of sin, and Vanitas wanted nothing more than to make him sing in the throws of pleasure, to watch him bend, to make him break, though that would have to wait as he was sure, their activities would have to be kept to a minimum while in this hotel to not disturb the guests... what a shame.
He wanted to touch, he wanted to be greedy, but could Noe be quiet? He doubted so, so he watched for a moment before saying.
“how far do you want this night to go Noe? How much do you want to be touched” the tips of his fingers slowly traced the muscle of Noes stomach. Leaving this descion up to Noe was a tactical move, he didn’t want to push oe into something he wasn’t comfortable with and yet at the same time he simply just wanted to hear Noe say it again. “We shouldn’t do too much these walls are thin~” he mused.
And without missing a bit Noe spoke up, “I can be quiet”
Catching vanitas off guard who looked at his partner who worse nothing but a serious expression
“e-excuse me?”
He had certainly not been expecting Noe to say that of all things.
“I can be quiet, Im rather good at it actually but the question is-” the sly fox pressed his knee upward between Vanitas legs, an annoying grin coming to his lips “can you?”
Noe was not innocent. He was far from it Vanitas decided, he may be a naive country bumpkin but he was a healthy young man with a curious nature. It was foolish of vanitas to ever think other wise, watching that coy twist of lips, he was once again reminded of just how different Jeanne and Noe were, just how much he craved Noe’s touch, and just how much it excited him to have a partner that was a constant challenge.
A laugh almost left the doctors lips, one of disbelif and amusement “are you challenging me Noe?” he asked in a low tone, leaning down to stare into those wonderful never wavering lilac eyes.
“Perhaps, why? Do you consider it a challenge to stay quiet during a few simple touches?”
Noe found himself absolutely enamored right this moment, He was no stranger to sexual innuendo or intent, he was a well read young man, and though he had not ever put the things he learned into practice just quite yet in the ways he sure Vanitas already had, he had confidence himself, he had confidence when faced with Vanitas.
But a bubble of laughter caught him of guard, as he peered up at Vanitas, the mans dark hair hiding his face like a vail as he gave a laugh, his lips twisting into a smile and as he looked up Noe stilled, almost wondering if challenging Vanitas in this way would be something he would regret or remember for weeks to come, as the expression he was met with was something full of intent and hunger.
“A few simple touches? My dear Noe I'm afraid you may be unaware of just how much I intend to make you feel” nails slowly scrapped down his torso, sparking feeling and need through Noe’s very being. “I can stay quiet throughout any torture, but with you? With you Noe I have always had a problem of unexpected outcomes~” the nails scraped the v line of his torso causing him to jolt in surprise, surprised eyes looking down to watch as a hands hooked onto his pants and slowly peeled them from his legs, cheeks full of heat as he lay waiting, watching Vanitas every move, feeling someone elses hands against his skin, had Noe realizing perhaps having someone else touch you felt very different to touching yourself-
He gasped as he felt a tingle sense of pleasure as nails pressed into the softness of his inner thigh left Vanitas head swimming with interest, eyes zeroed in on every reaction calculating, as he witnessed Noe’s confidence bleed to surprise and then need, the gasp that slipped sounded so beautiful and the way Noe had twist to press his fist agaisnt his mouth, taking deep breaths through his nose, to control his sounds, to stay quiet as he said he would, was just such a pretty sight that Vanitas was sure he was a sadist, because now, he really wanted to see if he could make Noe need to bite his pillow.
"I make no promise of being quiet, but you can certianly try to be"