jobchange | imeeji | kissing game overflow

[The level of dexterity of Vergil's tail is new, but Thancred's definitely banged plenty of people with tails in general, so he's not particularly weirded out by it. Thus he can just enjoy it, making a soft pleased sound under his breath as he reaches out to tug Vergil closer.

Tail kink is fine but he wants intimacy! Physical intimacy, at least. Emotions are bad.]

I am far too handsome to be below anyone's standards, and you know it.

[Good, because Vergil likes his demon parts, he refuses not to make use of them wherever possible.

Physical intimacy on the other hand, that's dangerous, that's what's going to make him actually enjoy this which is terrible! His brow furrows when he's pulled down, but he tries to distract with yanking on Thancred's shirt to pull it off.]

Do I? Sorry to disappoint you, but I couldn't care less about things like that.

Of course you don't.

[He'll stop tugging long enough for his shirt to be pulled off! Underneath he has quite a few more tattoos. Aside from the ones visible on the sides of his neck, there are scattered symbols here and there, not seeming to match eachother in any particular way except that they're flat colours. If Vergil has seen Lahabrea's dumb glowy face symbol, that is there, in red at the hollow of his throat. Everything else is unfamiliar!

Thancred would rather not deal with commentary on them, though, so he's trying to get Vergil undressed too!]

Why must you wear so many layers?

[Did they see the symbol during the ideal world? Either way he's not thinking about it, and he knows the throat tattoos are for a reason, so Thancred's in luck that Vergil isn't about to question any of it.

He's reluctant to let Thancred undress him, purely out of spite, but he'll relent with a bit of insistence. Fine, he doesn't want his clothes to stink. He's wearing things from Baritones as usual, so maybe it isn't quite so bad as Taisho layers could be...but not much better, considering it means he's wearing a full suit. He'll at least help shrug off his coat, get it around his wings and tail, which means letting go of Thancred's thigh.]

I get cold.

[Also, style points]

Oh? But you seemed like the hot-blooded type to me...

[He cannot help cracking a bad joke. Sorry Vergil.

Not that Thancred hasn't also been known to layer but c'mon. He wanted to complain. He's pretty efficient in pulling clothes off of someone though, once he's allowed to. The wings are a pain but he wants! To touch some muscles! So he'll get to them one way or another.]

[Congrats on unlocking the hidden muscles, like it's obvious they're under there, but no one ever gets to see with him all layered and buttoned up.

...He does laugh a bit though, unfortunately he likes a bad joke.]

Hah, can't it be both?

[Before Thancred can properly finish, once his shirt's open, he yanks him closer to bite at his shoulder.]

Ah--

[He flinches again! But this time it's a good one, judging by the positively lewd sound he makes in response. He doesn't mind biting -- he doesn't want to mind biting. A little roughness is fun, after all.

And he has a bare chest to explore! Which, of course, he does, with eager and dexterous hands rough from swordplay, fingertips finding curves and dips and memorizing them just in case this happens again.]

Apparently so.

[Between the touch and satisfaction of dragging a nice response out, his breath falls a little heavier, definitely faster. And he craves any intimacy or contact more than he wants to admit, so he leans into Thancred's hands, and runs one of his own up his side and around to hold by his shoulder blade.

While he's covered in scars now from Betrayal, normally having a body that heals so thoroughly, his own hands are probably surprisingly soft.]

[How dare you have soft hands?! That's cute!]

[Thancred makes a tiny grumpy noise to himself, barely audible, as he traces Vergil's scars. He knows he'll get shoved away if he bites hard enough to mark, but a few nips here and there should be okay, right...? They'd better be, cause he's going to give them. He can't resist.]

[Look, he can't help it if super demon healing means he can't grow calluses or scars!

He does like being treated rough, it's a shame he doesn't want to end up with any marks or he'd be glad for much more than he permits. But he does allow a reasonable amount, and it draws a small huff out of him that's oddly pleased. More than he'd like Thancred to hear.

There's no such qualms in being as rough as he likes though, so he digs his nails into Thancred's back. His other hand starts tugging at Thancred's pants.]

[Fortunately, Thancred couldn't care less how much he gets marked up. He's a ho anyway. It won't reveal a thing! So he can gasp openly at the scratches, leaning into Vergil's hand and the sting that makes him feel a little more alive.

He'll have to move a bit to get rid of his pants, but that's fine. He has to kick off his stupid cutsey sneakers, too.]

You know, it is a bit unfair if I don't get to rough you up so much.

Too bad. I don't need the headache of explaining it. While it hardly matters for you, does it?

[Even though he's all covered up so no one is likely to see unless they're also about to bang. But considering how awkward it would be to have to tell Lahabrea...]

Correct, but I am going to complain anyway.

[He punctuates that by very rudely flicking Vergil's nipple. So there!

He is pouting a bit but he's hamming it up on purpose.]

[Rude!!!! He huffs, yanking Thancred's hair in return.]

Don't push your luck. If can make it look like a fight, I won't protest that.

As if I wouldn't bite you in a fight.

[He says while pulling Vergil's hand out of his hair, and then immediately biting it.]

[That's true, and he laughs when he's bitten -- but then he glowers when he remembers he's not supposed to have fun.

He still has his shoes on though, so he gives a good hard kick in the shin.]

[He kicks back, and muffles the pained yelp by biting harder. Vergil can bleed a little for all he cares!!]

[Wow maybe he's a little into that actually! How dare! He whacks Thancred across the chest with his tail. Which is quite hard and not at all smooth.]

[Well now he has to let go, because that knocks the wind out of him and he's coughing. Even so though, he is yanking on Vergil's open shirt, trying to make him fall onto the bed with him.]

You-- great bloody goobbue's arse!

[He doesn't have a chance to pull himself away or catch himself before falling, so he crashes right into Thancred, wings flapping as if they can stop it. Which makes him lose a breath himself, before he digs the heel of his palm into Thancred's shoulder to push himself up a bit.]

Speak for yourself.

Oof!

[He laughs a little, as Vergil falls. Rough-housing is fun, after all. But Thancred is still feeling randy, so he keeps one hand clenched in Vergil's shirt, and with the other gropes him shamelessly.]

Stay down here, oaf.

Don't call me an oaf, you --

[............no he has nothing, hard to focus and be clever while being groped.]

oaf.

[Yeah that's the one.]

Ooh, clever.

[Nice to know how easy it is to distract Vergil! He's going to keep at it, deftly attempting to open his pants and get his hand in. He only needs that one hand to do it. He's opened so many people's pants while in some way impaired, after all!]

If you want me to be quiet, make me.

[Look he's not used to this! Not that he wants Thancred to know it. Still, he gives a small whine despite himself once Thancred's successfully got a hand in his pants.

That embarrasses him all the more though, so while he wasn't going to, he goes for a rough, insistent kiss before anything can be said about it. He Will make him shut up!!!]

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