[He whines in protest, but lets go of Vergil to grope for the edge of the bed. He hasn't upgraded his room yet so there's not really furniture but he's definitely stashed some lube under the mattress in easy grabbing range. Just in case.
It takes him a sec but he does get hold of the bottle, and hands it over.]
[That thought is cut off, in favour of flinching at the cold lube and the finger that follows.
Only in this exact moment does it hit Thancred how weird this entire encounter is. What the hells are they doing right now?! How did this happen? How is he going to address it tomorrow?
For a second or so he's concerned, but then he decides he doesn't care and just puts his arms around Vergil's neck to cling. Whatever! All that matters is physical gratification. He's not up to examining why he's so desperate for something he can easily get plenty of, he's just going to chase the high.]
[He knows he's a ho and he's proud! He's also biting lightly at Vergil's collarbone as he presses back against him, breath shaky and a flush creeping down his neck. He is physically incapable of just holding still. He has to move!]
[...They're the same and Vergil hates it. He'd make fun of him for having to do things constantly and being needy, but...then he'd be a hypocrite.
His fingers wriggle and spread, the softest of moans escaping him for the teeth on his collar. But he doesn't let it last long. Enjoying foreplay with Thancred is gross! So after a few moments he slips his fingers back out at once and pushes his pants properly out of the way.
He sits on his knees, tugging Thancred's lower back onto his lap, and rubs his erection against Thancred's hole.]
[Thancred lets himself be manhandled without complaint, relaxed and sighing in pleasant anticipation. His legs squeeze Vergil's sides, encouraging as he looks up at him with a self-satisfied smile and red cheeks.]
You absolutely are not. What's your criteria, pray tell.
[He grinds his teeth about it, and carries that irritated energy into pushing into Thancred's ass without any regard for him. He warmed him up enough, whatever, why should he care beyond that!]
[That hurt you jerk!! Not enough to make him want to stop though. What's a little pain when he's getting the attention he needs wants?
He might be a little manic right now. Or a lot manic, because part of him is freaking out at this feeling -- the sting, his arms wrapped around someone bigger than him, it feels like suffocating -- but the rest of him is frantic to burn those emotions out of his heart so they can't hurt him anymore. If only he soaks in enough attention, buries the memory under enough positive experiences, he'll be fine.
For a brief second his breath catches, but he hides any less than happy expressions against Vergil's shoulder and hopes it sounds like a reaction to the physical part of this. He's not being self-destructive! He is genuinely having a good time for the most part and if they stop now he'll just hate himself more anyway.]
My criteria are that I roped you into my kind of fun and you are enjoying it. Now don't you dare stop or I will give you the biggest love bite you have ever seen.
[If he were more perceptive, and caring to be more perceptive at that, he might address it. But he neither knows nor cares while he's caught up in trying to prove himself and act like he hates it so much he doesn't even want Thancred to like it. ...What's the point he's trying to prove again?
He scoffs, giving Thancred only a moment to adjust before he's rocking his hips into him.]
Then you're tragically wrong from the outset. I'm not enjoying it.
[And yet as much as he tries to bite back any sign that he does, in fact, like this, a low moan is dragged out of him. And remedied in his mind by grabbing Thancred by the jaw to push his head back into the bed.]
[Noooo then how does he cling?! He's pushed back, and he whines, half in protest and half in pleasure. The roughness feels good -- moreso, with the amount of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He's dizzy with it, laughing and a bit hazy-eyed. He's too aware of every movement and point of contact, but at the same time he feels like he's floating.
He can't hold on this way, so he'll just rock his hips into it, and try to pull Vergil's fingers to his mouth to bite.]
[Too bad Thancred! This can't be intimate or soft in any way! He does grin for the biting though, or more of a sneer really. And if Thancred is going to bite then so is he, at his ear and the area of jaw and throat just below it.]
[He's enjoying the biting, really. Even if he does reflexively bite harder into Vergil's fingers when he feels teeth on his neck again. He doesn't want to be scared of that so he's ignoring it! After all, at this point it sort of blends in to all the other mixed feelings he's having right now.
Everything is rough and impersonal and he's very, very much into that. He doesn't want to be fussed over. He doesn't want to be treated delicately. He just wants to drown in simple pleasures so that is what he's doing -- pressing his body against Vergil's, breath heavy and ragged, clutching at him with searching hands that never stop moving.]
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[He pinches a nipple. Just to be rude.]
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[He whines in protest, but lets go of Vergil to grope for the edge of the bed. He hasn't upgraded his room yet so there's not really furniture but he's definitely stashed some lube under the mattress in easy grabbing range. Just in case.
It takes him a sec but he does get hold of the bottle, and hands it over.]
Modern conveniences are remarkable, you know?
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Not so simple in your world? What a shame for you.
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[That thought is cut off, in favour of flinching at the cold lube and the finger that follows.
Only in this exact moment does it hit Thancred how weird this entire encounter is. What the hells are they doing right now?! How did this happen? How is he going to address it tomorrow?
For a second or so he's concerned, but then he decides he doesn't care and just puts his arms around Vergil's neck to cling. Whatever! All that matters is physical gratification. He's not up to examining why he's so desperate for something he can easily get plenty of, he's just going to chase the high.]
...I forgot what I was going to say.
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He is at least kind enough to take his time here, taking it only a knuckle at a time, curling his finger slightly.]
Hah. Now who's easy?
[And then he does the same with a second.]
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[He knows he's a ho and he's proud! He's also biting lightly at Vergil's collarbone as he presses back against him, breath shaky and a flush creeping down his neck. He is physically incapable of just holding still. He has to move!]
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His fingers wriggle and spread, the softest of moans escaping him for the teeth on his collar. But he doesn't let it last long. Enjoying foreplay with Thancred is gross! So after a few moments he slips his fingers back out at once and pushes his pants properly out of the way.
He sits on his knees, tugging Thancred's lower back onto his lap, and rubs his erection against Thancred's hole.]
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I'm winning.
[Hes deliberately provoking is what he's doing.]
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[He grinds his teeth about it, and carries that irritated energy into pushing into Thancred's ass without any regard for him. He warmed him up enough, whatever, why should he care beyond that!]
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[That hurt you jerk!! Not enough to make him want to stop though. What's a little pain when he's getting the attention he
needswants?He might be a little manic right now. Or a lot manic, because part of him is freaking out at this feeling -- the sting, his arms wrapped around someone bigger than him, it feels like suffocating -- but the rest of him is frantic to burn those emotions out of his heart so they can't hurt him anymore. If only he soaks in enough attention, buries the memory under enough positive experiences, he'll be fine.
For a brief second his breath catches, but he hides any less than happy expressions against Vergil's shoulder and hopes it sounds like a reaction to the physical part of this. He's not being self-destructive! He is genuinely having a good time for the most part and if they stop now he'll just hate himself more anyway.]
My criteria are that I roped you into my kind of fun and you are enjoying it. Now don't you dare stop or I will give you the biggest love bite you have ever seen.
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He scoffs, giving Thancred only a moment to adjust before he's rocking his hips into him.]
Then you're tragically wrong from the outset. I'm not enjoying it.
[And yet as much as he tries to bite back any sign that he does, in fact, like this, a low moan is dragged out of him. And remedied in his mind by grabbing Thancred by the jaw to push his head back into the bed.]
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[Noooo then how does he cling?! He's pushed back, and he whines, half in protest and half in pleasure. The roughness feels good -- moreso, with the amount of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He's dizzy with it, laughing and a bit hazy-eyed. He's too aware of every movement and point of contact, but at the same time he feels like he's floating.
He can't hold on this way, so he'll just rock his hips into it, and try to pull Vergil's fingers to his mouth to bite.]
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[Too bad Thancred! This can't be intimate or soft in any way! He does grin for the biting though, or more of a sneer really. And if Thancred is going to bite then so is he, at his ear and the area of jaw and throat just below it.]
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[He's enjoying the biting, really. Even if he does reflexively bite harder into Vergil's fingers when he feels teeth on his neck again. He doesn't want to be scared of that so he's ignoring it! After all, at this point it sort of blends in to all the other mixed feelings he's having right now.
Everything is rough and impersonal and he's very, very much into that. He doesn't want to be fussed over. He doesn't want to be treated delicately. He just wants to drown in simple pleasures so that is what he's doing -- pressing his body against Vergil's, breath heavy and ragged, clutching at him with searching hands that never stop moving.]