𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏. && private / selective, headcanon based 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆 of red spring studio's visual novel: 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. show-er of fangs / claws and purveyor of lurid jokes. due to the nature of this media, blog is heavily nsfw. minors / personals absolutely do not interact. beloved by goose. she / her. 29. cst-5.
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so much has happened up until this point in this relationship. so much ais had to apologize for : neglecting vere, leaving his lover all alone throughout the weeks in hopes of doing all he can to ensure vere's future comfort. it wasn't intentional, leaving his boyfriend to the confines of consistent four walls and empty spaces. he can only imagine how terrible it made the other feel, perhaps unloved, unattended to, not cherished in the ways ais had always done so. from working long hours at the mechanics to studying late into the night, opting out for a mere three to four hour slumber before he's waking up and leaving again before vere rose from bed.
guilty, oh, he felt so guilty. it showed in the ways he always showed up with flowers or some small gift he knew vere had mentioned to him in passing as a means of an apology. i miss you. vere shouldn't have to and yet, there was a dark cloud stewing above his lover's head, a vulnerability that wasn't always there before. even when they shared tears with one another upon reuniting. i need you, you know. it was hard. it was so difficult, that the revelation of ais being the one who showed no love to the man that changed his world. ais had called out of work and took a personal day from classes to be here, to give everything vere wanted and more, from physical intimacy to emotional reassurance. everything, everything for vere.
so it is no surprise when their heightened emotions gave way to a deeper, sensual encounter in bed. the soft pants and moans mingling with one another as he kissed vere sweetly, a languid pace in which he fucked vere open. he missed this, he missed vere, missed the ways this man gazed upon him with hearts in his eyes and love on his lips - he missed the playful quips and the searing kisses. ais missed vere, he felt incomplete, but now, now everything felt perfect. though, there are aching sobs escaping the man below him, and there is a twinge of hurt in his heart. it curls and grips his chest in a way that has ais slowly his pace to near nothing.
" it's okay, " he softly says against quivering lips, " let it out, baby . . . " strong, rough hands, calloused from long working hours, smooth themselves against vere's thighs. firm strokes and a reassuring squeeze to the underside, " i'm so sorry, for everything. cry all you need to. " but the arms that wrap around his neck is something he doesn't expect, vere never shows these tears willingly, " you've been so strong for me these past few weeks, vere. i know you must have been so lonely, so neglected. " ais' hands move once more and rub against his frame. " that'll change, it will. i'll do better for you. "
vere sniffles, and on cue, he hides his face away. and thus does ais begin to move once more. each thrust sending a shiver down his spine, each mouthing kiss against vere's neck, a searing promise. loving litanies spill from ais' lips in hushed sighs as he relishes his lover's searing warmth, soft sobs and moans mixed in the air and it does not take long for him to pull back and kiss vere once more, as if readily taking away all this heartache and sorrow. he licks against soft tiers, a request to unravel, to indulge, to relish and once lips part. ais slowly drags his tongue against the warmth of vere's mouth, a soft sound escaping him, joined with a weak moan from his lover.
and soon enough, his thrusts become harsher, punishing almost, a chase for something he has felt empty without. a chase for vere and all that made this man so beautiful, from these burning red tresses down to the soft tiers spilling forth staccato moans, to the way he lets go of his restraint when he is in ais' arms. all of it, ais has missed, their act a reminder of how blessed he is to have a man so loving, so caring, so bold, and needy, and gorgeous, and selfish yet selfless in the same vein. how can one man be such a whirlwind of wonders? ais would live his entire life trying to find the answer.
i - love you . . . -
if the world stopped spinning it'd be in this moment, but perhaps the world spun faster in this very moment. when such words ring out from punched out breaths, from heavy pants and breathless moans. vere always had a way with words, even if they were borderline vulgar or sickeningly sweet. ais would devour them all, with lidded eyes, ais presses another gentle kiss to vere's lips before speaking. " you . . . are my world, vere - " he speaks softly, breathlessly. " i love you too, baby. " another sharp thrust, and they're both gasping in tandem, " more than anything - " and another, this time, they groan. " you're everything to me. "
You’re greeted by a crash when you arrive at Kuras's clinic. The room's trashed. Vere freezes, elbows deep in a cabinet.
“I was looking for the candy. He hides the good stuff,” Vere assures you as he pockets several vials. He doesn't explain the bite marks in the furniture.
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I am having, a horrific time on many different fronts to be honest so consider this a few day semi - hiatus from my blogs. I’ll be back by the weekend probably I just need to. Idk what I need to do.
oh, to be under the scrutinizing gaze the vulpine gives leander burns in his chest. that empty hollow filling with something that ached in within him. it's no surprise that the presence vere holds over leander is that of pure dominance and command, but there is a touch of . . . allure that gives chase to actions. leander had never thought vere to be someone to conquer, the thought had never occurred to the mage and in a way he feels insulted on vere's behalf. " i never saw you as someone to conquer. " leander softly says, the flush that dusts his features only add to the bewildering expression on his face to such a statement.
" . . . different. " he mumbles, but a short gasp takes him when leander feels the sole of vere's boot press against his chest. balance growing wobbly by the second, that is until he shifts his weight to carry this change. the vulgarity of the image entering leander's mind leaves him blushing further - at the feet of the fox, his . . . own mouth used to clean vere's boot. it was total control. in this moment, leander didn't know if he wanted to revoke such a thing, the lure that dangled in front of his eyes right now seemed so tempting to take.
those emerald eyes shine once vere stands and leander is going to follow the line of the other's stance - until his head is forced back with a steel grip. the sound that escapes leander is but a whine as pain shoots down his spine, a hand grasping for purchase at the back of vere's thigh and squeezing at its fullness. it becomes difficult for him to focus, not when vere's hold is so tight on locks of his hair. " n - not a fan of guessing . . . " he utters, voice strained from his position. yet his eyes, to what they can, glance downwards upon vere. eyeing him with a gaze most hazy. " but i can put my mouth to better uses if you'd like to try. "
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 pleasure is a tangible thing, a convergence of both disdain and intrigue that he chooses not to focus too hard on. the fox is a creature familiar with death, and leander reeks of it - every inch of him a duplicitous lie that none seems aware of but he. still - his hedonism has it's charm, and his body... a rose eye skates down the bloodhound leader's built frame, lingering on his chest, then between his legs, before vere's supple lips split into a hungry little smile.
" still so bold, even now. " the fox purrs, long lashes falling half-mast 'pon those pretty little eyes - especially as fingers find the warmth of his thigh. vere doesn't hate it, the strength in leander's grip, nor does he dislike the way those lovely green hues swallow all the light in the room. mm, yes. perhaps vere could have some fun tonight after all.
" i suppose i've made you wait long enough for a taste, and i am feeling... peckish. " svelte digits loosen their grip on soft hair, vere allowing the other the privilege of regaining his balance, as he removes his touch from him altogether. there is the clank of the corset about vere's waist hitting the ground, and the rustle of gauzy fabric, robe falling free as he remains garbed in only his leggings and boots. vere's predatory head tilt is uncanny, punctuated by a soft little hum of want. clawed digit taps lightly at the younger's jawline, and vere's coo would have been adoring were it not for the look of utter lust and loathing that purveyed his features. " entertain me, leander, and maybe i'll even let you have seconds. "
Few little notes on Vere’s HSR verse while I’m. Laying in bed thinking of it. I’ll be doing a more concrete write up when my Carrd commission is complete but for now:
- Vere is a Stellaron Hunter… or well, one of their pets. He has specifically been shackled by Elio to do his (and the other hunter’s) bidding. He is a glorified bite dog, essentially. Why is he chained by Elio? Good question, he won’t tell you, and he also can’t deny his commands.
- I have yet to decide what race Vere is. The easy answer is Foxian which I will consider but for now it’s ambiguous.
- Regardless, because of his ‘Foxian Adjacent’ appearance, Vere has been stationed on the Luofu for around a century or so - at Elio’s behest - in an effort to see many of the plans involving the high cloud quintet come to fruition. However, Vere has no direct involvement in these events - up until later on when he is specifically enlisted to sink his claws (proverbially) into the General (plotted with @foxrott !) by any means necessary. He did witness them of course - and has a decent working knowledge of the things that took place featuring IL, Blade, and JY.
- He follows the Path of the Hunt / utilizes fire as his element of choice.
- He’s still on the Luofu, but all the recent shenanigans may blow his cover!
- In specific verse variant, Elio’s command forced him to leave Ais ( @killcured ) behind in the fragmentum and to say he’s still pissed would be an understatement. He is. Unhappy. And feels awful, and if he could, would sell out Elio in a heartbeat because of it.
rude vere calls him, and ais could not help but chuckle. he's taught the fox better, has told vere, showed vere the punishment for interrupting him. though, at this point, ais knows these punishments only fuel vere's bratty, needy behavior -
ais' voice is a touch disappointed in vere, but one knows, vere knows it's but an act in their play. " i've taught you better, kit. " when the fox slips south to sit between his legs, ais instinctively sits up, a hand pressed against the platform to hold himself up. there's no hesitation in the way vere begins to mouth at him through his pants, the hot breath against his clothed cock sends a shiver down his spine and his eyes lid at the sight of vere's playful tease. once free, ais gasps softly when his growing erection twitches against the chilling air.
and it is a groan so low and rumbling in his chest when he feels that tongue upon him. it's a thrum of pleasure licking against his abdomen, fueling that flickering flame back to a scorching roar and the demon, so patient and delighted by the fox's eagerness. the squeeze however, traps ais' breath in his throat, his gaze heated and glossy with a grin so devious. " i pay plenty of attention to you . . . " the demon softly coos. vere's hand slides against his cock and it takes trained patience to not buck into that hand. " mm . . . but you know better. " he says lowly, " i've trained you better than to make demands. "
vere takes the tip of his length into his mouth and he groans when the fox sucks, it's one way to get ais to melt; vere knew him far too well. the demon knows what he's doing, vere will do all the things he knows brings ais to a lax puddle under him, he will do everything and take and take and take until he's had all he's ever wanted for this evening. " ha . . . it's more of a crime looking so gorgeous as you do while sucking my cock. " his hand, always so gentle in its affection reaching out to scarlet tresses and he pushes bangs that obscure vere's eyes. " be good and maybe i'll indulge you for the rest of the evening. "
𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, finds solace in the way ais tames the beast that runs beneath his skin and doesn't recoil from the teeth that the fox has a penchant for showing. no one else in all of eridia - all of their scarred little world from this side of the shroud and beyond - has the capability of mollifying and training the dangerous creation that vere is. it's always different for ais. it's always been different for ais, and it always will be different for ais. vere knows this in his core and it is why he is so utterly comfortable with being an absolutely incorrigible brat.
" maybe i'm a slow learner. " he breathes ever so sweetly, the taste of ais ( of what remains of himself upon the other ), heavy on his tongue. rose hues are near violent with their lust, regarding the demon before him not unlike predator and prey, and vere smirks again, soft lips lilting, especially as those gentle fingertips find silky red tresses. " mm- " the touch and the praise, they both earn ais the sweetest of sounds, a rewarding flutter of those pretty eyes, and vere happily gives the thick cock before him a squeeze - before going back to work.
sweet pink tongue darts forward, caressing the slit slow and lascivious, as vere eases the demon back into his mouth. cheeks hollow ever so slowly, and the fox begins the slow and arduous process of taking ais as deep as he physically can, until pretty eyes water, his throat constricts with a swallow, and he pulls back with a hot breath. saliva connects him to the object of his affection, and the fox makes a show of it - slowly laving his tongue over the silvery strand while watching his lover's features - before pulling him back past wet lips. vere sets a rhythm soon there after, a slow and meticulous bob of his head, as if savoring the way ais' substantial girth raws his throat, and groaning each time the salt of the head hit his taste buds. each movement is practiced - flawless, a dance he knows so well and loves to perform on behalf of ais, ais, ais...
vere is a vision in the shrine, a chained monster upon his hands and knees, scarlet tail swaying above the blood red of the sea spring as he lingers at it's edge. to vere - this act was near holy, the demon beneath him a god in this domain, and the fox more than willing to serve at his pleasure.
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the demon was . . . skeptical on going out into hightown, but with vere, who looked at him so pleadingly and draped himself across their lap - begging for ais to join him to watch a lutist's performance, the demon could not find it within him to say no. he will; however, mutter his annoyance over having to dress better, as vere would say, than he already does. none of that, dress up for me? ais could not deny that either, so he has chosen something comfortable, something traditional, something ais felt more aligned with when outside of his typical wear.
a flowing yukata, snug against his frame with a warm red haori accenting his attire. for once, ais did not mind the looks he got from those he had walked past - many remained wary of the demon, others gave him a wide berth. none of it mattered when he laid eyes on vere. nothing ever mattered to him when the fox came into view, and the air had been taken from his lungs - breathless and utterly speechless at the sight of vere wearing his gift. it was beautiful on him, the bells upon the kanzashi were light and playful, matching the visage of the fox before him.
if only vere could take a compliment without his vain behavior coming into play. but that is something he has always loved about the vulpine. he always loved vere's confidence in himself, it was electrifying to witness, in both strength, guile, and beauty. vere was everything. he had always been everything. that is when, bringing ais back from the depths of his thoughts, he's pulled in by that fluttering gaze. dark lashes and affections spilling forth with such fondness it lodges ais' breath within the confines of his throat. he could only watch in silence, complete and utter silence, his gaze : fond, curious, amazed.
the ring. ais' lifelong confession hidden away in the shape of this black ring. the demon could watch as vere rotated it, watched the way he was so tender in his touches. sweet to him, sweet to this symbol of ais' love : i'm committed to you, i have always been, it has only ever been you. he wants to say, but vere knows, he has always known. " you think so? " ais' voice is small, so soft, and fragile - his heart would give out with how fast, how hard it was beating against the cage in his chest.
" then . . . then we'll get you one. whatever style you'd like, whatever you'd like, vere. "
𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 and nothing blooms warmth in his chest quite like ais does - nothing makes him as irrevocably happy as the demon's presence at his side. vere was not a good creature. he was not kind. malevolence and a thirst for power ran prevalent in his veins, cloying like blood in his throat but ais... ais made him feel like he deserved the world, made him feel like his whole existence was more than the collar at his throat, the harness adorning his body. sweet, perfect, ais... vere had denied him for too long. he knew this, and sought to make up for it in ways he knew how.
anyone who knows vere at all can see the adoration bloomed within rose wine eyes, dagger pupils soft in the lantern light beneath his lover's stare. his ears twitch to and fro faintly, and there is the slight tug of his tail, as he pulls the demon close beneath the awning that sheltered them. his claws continue their pattern, rotating that ring, dreaming of the sensation of one adorning his own finger. a perfect fit, something simple, so the senobium wouldn't question, wouldn't wonder...
" ais, i... " something profound hangs on vere's tongue, ready to burst forth like a dam in the balmy night air, ready to wash over them both but the first sounds of music fill the air - and ears reflexively twitch towards the cacophony, beckoning his attention. " oh, it's starting! " with excitement befitting a kit more than vere's many years, he twines their fingers, dragging the demon amongst seats to find them theirs, where he firmly sits them both. vere has no qualms about immediately leaning into his companion's side, one arm looping through his, and those claws continuing to play with the ring. vere's gaze though is focused upon the performer, his ears perked and attentive, even as his tail settles upon both his and ais' chair ( so as to keep it from the ground, of course ).
" this one is my favorite. " he murmurs, " she isn't from eridia, and only comes once a year. journeys through the outskirts and fogfall to get here... insane if you ask me, but her music... " there is a quiet rustle, vere's head falling to ais' shoulder, " brings me peace. "
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 soul, gentle adoration unfettered in his desire for the being before him. the hanging lanterns of high town paint a backdrop of resplendence for the fox, bathing his carefully groomed tail and brushed hair in luminous shades of gold that further hint to it's blood red tonality. his outfit was plainer than usual, but no less fine, robes cut open at the chest and thigh high boots polished to perfection - ais' colors, also a shade of vibrant crimson, adorning the main focuses of his state of dress, as if he seeks to make a statement. carefully seated in his meticulously styled hair was the kanzashi he'd been so recently gifted, fox and bells blooming from the vestiges of his tresses like an unfurling flower.
when he sees ais - when ais speaks, vere smiles - bright and genuine, pulling him away from the lingering crowd and beneath a small awning. in the square, a lutist plays - not vere's favorite, but enough to further the mood, to bespell the tender notions of their affections. it's his clawed fingertips that wind with ais' own, and he presses their chests flush, uncaring of the prying eyes of eridian nobility.
the demon's words squeeze his cold, black heart, and vere is unable to hide the blush blooming 'pon his features. " don't i usually? " he teases, but it comes out breathless - because there is something special about this moment, something soft and profound. vere looking up at ais through dark lashes, tail wrapping around them both, and two fingertips lightly rotating that familiar ring that sits on ais' finger. maybe it's the lights, maybe it's the champagne from before, but vere's kiss is soft and tender - and his words profound. " maybe... maybe it's time i get one of these too. "
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐘 to his lips, unfettered annoyance blooming bright on the vulpine's face at leander's ever affable attitude, even in the face of humiliation. vere thinks to just grunt out his displeasure, but the opportunity to demean the rot smelling bastard is not something he likes to pass up. so vere stares down at the mage, who kneels at his feet, with one of vere's ever shiny booted feet resting nonchalantly at his shoulder. arms have crossed over his chest, and vere is the very picture of tension and aggravation... but also, perhaps, a bit of sensual curiosity .
" hmm. " mutters the fox, paying no mind to the din of the wet wick outside the door, or the fact that the others would certainly wonder where they'd both scampered off to. " good enough for what? " he muses, " to add me to your list of conquests? " outward, that long leg extends, pressing delicately to leander's chest now, applying the slightest bit of pressure to force him to bend backwards beneath vere's mischief. " or to shine my boots with your mouth? " up he gets then, that same foot falling between leander's strong thighs with a thunk, bracing against the floor while clawed digits find woody hair to yank his head back. " one of them you are certainly fit for... " he purrs, delicious and dangerous, coercing that poor poor mage closer to the fire of vere's hunger, " how about you guess which? if you win, i'll give you a prize. "
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@killcured : ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜
𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 him, he thinks, any other day - and any other person would be slaughtered in a heart beat for uttering things such as that to him. but not ais. never ais. ais is always the exception to the rule for vere, and this time is no different - as he kneels before the demon in the shrine, a antiseptic soaked cloth dabbing ever so lightly at his features. another brawl, another fight - only this time, perhaps, ais hadn't quite been clear headed enough to come out utterly unscathed as usual... and vere, despite all his idiosyncracies and tenuous displeasures for their current situation, well, his soft spot wasn't a lie to anyone that knew anything about the fox
a scowl pulls at supple lips, and the vulpine rocks back on booted heels between ais' strong legs. one hand rests upon a broad thigh, and he stares up at the demon through thick lashes, look distinctly unamused - before going back to the task at hand. " stop whining, ais. " he grits out, vague irritation a mask for his hurt. of course he cares. he's always cared. that's why they're in this position in the first place - but to vere, ais refused to see past the chain on his neck and the way he had to leave each morning before dawn. " you're going to open it again. " a tut, as he discards the blood stained cloth and falls silent a long moment. ears twitch backwards, his tail lowered so far it even brushes the ground - and he sighs, " don't make me say it. " he murmurs, yet vere knows he will already... and ais won't believe him. ironic, given that the demon is the one person he's ever truly honest with.
⠀⠀⠀❛look at you, look how lovely you are,❜ finn's voice caressed the air, filled with a tender appreciation for vere's captivating allure. as his breath mingled with the warm tendrils of desire, finn's words traced a path along vere's skin. with a delicate playfulness, finn's teeth found their mark, gently catching one of vere's ears, his nibbles teasing and provocative. ❛you are going to be as lovely as you have ever been when i am done with you.❜ the intensity of his desire was mirrored in his words, each syllable dripping with a tantalizing promise of the pleasure yet to come. as he breathed his intentions into the space between them, finn's voice became an incantation.
⠀⠀⠀as the heat of desire consumed him, finn surrendered to the throes of passion, unleashing a fervor that echoed through every fiber of his being. with each rhythmic thrust, he immersed himself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure, his body becoming a vessel for the raw energy that surged within him. lost in the depths of his longing, finn's movements gained an intensity that bordered on primal. the force of his jackhammer-like motions spoke of a relentless hunger, a craving that could not be contained. his breath mingled with the symphony of sighs and moans, filling the air with a heady mixture of desire and abandon.
⠀⠀⠀in response to vere's body arching with an exquisite grace, finn's fervor intensified, his movements becoming increasingly unrestrained and daring, fueled by a hunger that knew no bounds. with each reckless thrust, finn reveled in the raw connection that coursed through their entwined bodies. the line between control and abandon blurred as he immersed himself in the heady symphony of pleasure and vulnerability. his touch, once gentle and tender, now carried an exhilarating edge—a boldness that mirrored the fervor within his soul.
⠀⠀⠀in the throes of their passionate entanglement, finn's voice, husky with desire, cut through the air like a sultry melody. a mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he uttered his playful proclamation, the words dripping with a mixture of longing and amusement. ❛ah, look at us now,❜ finn purred, his voice thick with anticipation. ❛who is devouring who? i shall savor every morsel of your delicious essence.❜ with each word, his voice resonated with a primal hunger, the promise of an insatiable appetite that yearned to consume vere whole. as finn's hands ventured into audacious territory, his touch became a symphony of decadence and exploration. they roamed with purpose, tracing the contours of vere's body with a confidence born from familiarity and desire. with every caress, finn unraveled another layer of their shared intimacy, igniting new sensations. one of his hands teases the bud of vere's breast, while the other teases the fox's cockhead ever so gingerly.
𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 wasn't quite where vere had predicted he would end up. he'd had plenty of lewd encounters in suspect places, but even he had never gotten on his hands and knees in a dirty alleyway - allowing himself to be taken apart at the hands of someone he had entirely different plans for. a few handys and blow jobs, sure - but this? something about their coupling was nigh on tantric, fulfilling in a way that bridged beyond primal and desperate need and curling about the very darkness at his core, strangling and coaxing his proverbial shadows to wreath through finn's fingertips on impulse. those shadows, his carnal blood lust, vere himself - would it be so bad to surrender to finn? to be his in ways other than this? would it be so awful to be filled like this every night, hour after hour, until vere knew nothing but undaunted pleasure and bliss at the elfin's hands-
he snaps back to the present with a sharp gasp, the taller's motions slamming into something inside of him the same moment he nibbles upon a soft ear. and vere - damn him - he keens his pleasure, a soft, high pitched sound. ears twitch backwards, head snapping upright and his body going taught like a bowstring as walls tighten reflexively around finn's cock, as his body gives into those sensuous desires and he rolls his hips backwards greedily, reflexively attempting to repeat the sensation, to chase that feeling again and again and again. he doesn't beg, not yet, he doesn't whisper the elfin's name again - fangs sinking into his lower lip as if to control himself and even then...
a clawed hand raises, thrown haphazardly around finn's head so that his fingertips might curl into the back of it, nesting carelessly among silken gold tresses. in the next moment, finn is further overwhelming him, that silky voice and those sweet yet demeaning words enough to make his own cock twitch, only further accented by the slide of hands against the most sensitive parts of him. vere is unable to resist it now - as svelte fingertips seal around his weeping slit and a perked nipple - he tilts his head towards finn, craning his body in such a way that he can seal their lips together, desperate and messy and hungry and only barely muffling the whine that spills forth, so forceful it shakes his entire frame.
" ah, i- " it's so good. the rational part of vere has to wonder why, why this entire exchange has been so delicious. but he can't. he can't because his mind is filled only with finn and the way he feels inside him, the way he claims him so thoroughly, the way his hands make a mess of the other parts of his body. " fuck. " murmured through sloppy laps of his tongue, of hurried thrusts of his hips - heat coiled tight in his gut, a precipice that loomed before him, a high so close he could nearly taste it if finn could just give him a little more, a little harder. and then the word spills forth again, this time born on the back of a whimper, barely audible but no less humiliating and delicious, as if he asks for permission: " please. "
