When night fell, the two found themselves eager to fall into Vanitas's bed.
They could hardly contain themselves during the evening meal, aching to touch and kiss and feel one another.
Vanitas closed the door behind him, and gave Ventus an eager glance.
"Y-you're not worried about anyone hearing us?" Ventus stammered.
"Of course not, it's not like they're not used to me doing this alone or with one of the slaves." Vanitas assured.
The thought of Vanitas being intimate with others for fun rather than with Ventus for love bothered him for some reason. Not that Ventus hadn't done the same, but part of him resented the idea.
His resentment faded quickly as Vanitas pushed him into the bed, and he landed with a loud thud. His heart raced as Vanitas spread himself over Ventus, locking their eyes.
Vanitas leaned down gently for a brief kiss. His lips ignited a fire inside Ventus.
A calloused hand slipped up Ventus's toga, sliding across the boy's pale skin. The two shifted until they were both fully on the bed.
Another calloused hand found the loose ends of Ventus's toga, and picked at them until they fell away. Vanitas pulled at the fabric until it completely exposed Ventus's body save for his loincloth.
"Oh Ven, you're beautiful..." Vanitas sighed.
"Wh-where is this coming from, all of a sudden?" Ventus demanded quietly.
"My heart," Vanitas answered, "are you surprised I've listened to it? With not many to talk to around here besides you, I often have no choice."
Vanitas leaned down again and pressed his lips to Ventus's skin, kissing his neck and collarbone. Ventus closed his eyes and tilted his head back, steadying his breathing.
"Ventus, I've waited so long for this," he murmured against Ventus's shoulder.
"Wh-What? You mean you...?" Ventus stammered, snapping his eyes open.
"You mean I loved you before you could fall in love with me?" Vanitas lifted his head and met eyes with Ventus. "Of course I did, Ven; You're my best friend. I wasn't going to admit it to you since you thought I was some epitome of masculinity, and I
/was afraid to disappoint you. But as I grew up, I realized that was ridiculous, and I wasn't scared to show you how I really felt."
"Vanitas..." Ventus mumbled. Vanitas cut him off by pressing their lips together in a moment of fervor.
Vanitas drew back slightly and planted his lips down Ventus's neck and chest, and Ventus tilted his head back to invite him for more. Vanitas pressed his lips to Ventus's soft pink nipple, and Ventus let out a soft cry. Vanitas's lips curled into a smirk,
/and he flicked his tongue across the sensitive bud.
Ventus whimpered from the sensation, surprised at the very feminine noise he could make. He realized then that he was going to be the "female" in this moment, but he realized it didn't matter as long as he could feel Vanitas's warmth.
Vanitas gently sucked on Ventus's chest, and Ventus squirmed beneath him. Vanitas's hand slipped under Ventus's loincloth, pulling out the stiffening length inside. The cloth fell away, and Vanitas shoved it aside.
"V-Vani..." Ventus gasped.
"Shall I stop?" Vanitas's breath was hot in Ventus's ear.
"N-no, don't stop," Ventus decided breathlessly.
Vanitas's hand wrapped around the length, stroking gently.
"Mm...mmmm..." Ventus pressed his lips together to avoid any noises from escaping.
Vanitas ran his tongue up Ventus's neck, the hot muscle climbing Ventus's skin slowly. He stopped to whisper, "Let your voice out."
He have Ventus an exceptionally hard stroke and rubbed his thumb over the sensitive tip.
Ventus's voice was forced out, "Ngh...ngaaahh!"
"Your voice is beautiful," Vanitas assured.
"You're getting so mushy, are you sure you're my old friend Vanitas?" Ventus teased.
Vanitas chuckled, slipping his hand down further. He reached over the side of the bed, extracting a little bottle from underneath: olive oil.
Ventus knew what he kept it there for, as Ventus did the same at home.
Vanitas tipped the bottle into his hand, pouring out a generous amount. He spread it between his fingers, letting the oil coat them.
"Are you ready?" Vanitas asked.
Ventus nodded, but as an added affirmation, said, "Yes."
Vanitas slipped a single finger inside, feeling around in Ventus's heat.
"Ngghh...ahhh..." He squirmed under the pleasure, wondering briefly if this is why Terra seemed to enjoy being used for his disposal. His face burned as if being seared off.
Another finger was inserted, stretching Ventus with a slight sting.
"Does it hurt?" Vanitas asked.
"N-not really," Ventus answered.
The fingers curled inside him, pressing against a place that flooded Ventus with overwhelming pleasure.
"V-Vani..." Ventus uttered, "there, more..."
Vanitas chuckled, curling his fingers to touch the spot. "You're becoming so lewd...Does it feel good when I touch you here?" He pressed harder.
"Aaahh, yes, yes, Vanitas..." Ventus gasped, gripping the sheets.
An amused smile spread across Vanitas's face as he added a third finger. The sting became a little stronger, but Vanitas immediately pressed the spot to relieve him.
Ventus briefly remembered Terra shivering whenever he touched him in a certain place, and how he begged for more. He now understood why Terra had wanted more every time.
"What are you thinking about?" Vanitas wondered casually, still working his fingers in and out.
"N-nothing..." Ventus mumbled.
"Come on, don't hide things from me now," Vanitas urged gently.
Ventus looked to the side. "I-I was thinking about how Terraused to shiver when I touched a certain place, and I realized why he did..."
Vanitas thrust his fingers in hard, pushing against the spot, and Ventus let out a loud moan and shivered.
"I had a feeling you never let him be on top before." Vanitas grinned. "Are you ready for the real thing now?"
Ventus swallowed thickly. "Yes."
Vanitas sat on his knees, finding the loose ends of his toga and stripping it quickly. He threw it aside, and it drifted to the floor. Then, he untied his loincloth and tossed it aside. His erectmultinium sprang free, and Ventus's
eyes were immediately drawn to it.
"Is it to your liking?" Vanitas asked teasingly.
Ventus couldn't contain the blush spreading across his face. His body felt like fire. "Y-yes..."
"I can't wait to feel what it's like inside you." Vanitas grinned and crawled on top of Ventus again. Surprised by his words, Ventus's own erection twitched in arousal.
Vanitas reached over for the olive oil and poured some in his palm. He coated his length in the oil until it was thoroughly covered. Then, he pressed his hands to Ventus's thighs and pushed them closer to Ventus's body, spreading them wider.
"Th-this is embarrassing! I'm the nobleman, why aren't you on the bottom?" Ventus insisted.
"It's a little late to switch now," Vanitas replied, "but you had seemed to enjoy it thus far. Besides, you never asked to switch places."
"Vanitaaas!" Ventus griped, pulling at the other boy's hair.
"Ow, ow, quit pulling! Fine, if you want to switch, we can switch, but it'll take more time since you'll have to prepare me the same way." Vanitas decided.
Ventus's erection ached in protest. He wanted to finish so badly, he couldn't move; and part of him did want to know what it was like on the receiving end...
"No, we can do it this way. I'm ready." Ventus declared.
Vanitas gave him a quick peck on the cheek before situating himself between Ventus's thighs. The hot tip pressed against Ventus's opening, and he gasped slightly. Very slowly, Vanitas entered, the thickness stretching Ventus with a sharper sting. The
/olive oil provided some ease, but still the pain fogged Ventus's mind.
"Ah, aaahh, it hurts! Stop!" Ventus shrieked.
Vanitas stopped, but the stinging did not. "The head is the thickest part, it'll be much easier once I go all the way in."
"It hurts still..." Ventus whined.
"We can stop if you want." Vanitas offered.
"No, I want to keep going." Ventus insisted. "Alright, I'm ready again."
Vanitas leaned forward to kiss Ventus deeply as he continued to enter, pushing until he was all the way inside Ventus's heat. He broke away and gasped once his pelvis touched Ventus's ass.
Ventus's face blazed, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Ven, are you alright?" Vanitas's voice made his eyes snap open to meet honey gold.
"Yes," Ventus sighed.
"I'm going to move," Vanitas instructed, "it feels so good inside you."
Vanitas drew his hips back, then thrust them swiftly forward.
"Aah!" Ventus couldn't help but let out his voice.
Vanitas pressed his lips to Ventus's neck, and Ventus could feel him smirk against his skin.
Vanitas rolled his hips again, keeping the pace.
Ventus, unsure of what to do with his hands, tugged at Vanitas's hair, slid them down his back, and scraped his nails across his skin.
"Don't scratch me," Vanitas groaned, thrusting especially hard.
"S-s-aaaahh!" Ventus tried to apologize, but another moan was forced out of him.
Vanitas tilted Ventus to the side, angling himself to hit Ventus's sweet spot with each thrust.
Ventus was left shivering and gasping with each thrust, letting out his voice each time Vanitas barely scraped against pure ecstasy.
"Hah...ahh...nngaaah...unhhh...unghhh..."
"Oh Ven, by the Gods..." Vanitas hissed, biting Ventus's shoulder. He wrapped a hand around Ventus's erection, pumping it in time to his thrusts.
With every inch of him overflowing with pleasure, Ventus didn't last much longer. Soon, he arched his back and came, the pleasure flooding him. His nails dug into Vanitas's back and his eyes opened wide. He opened his mouth and wailed,"Vanita-as!"
Vanitas thrust harder and faster until he slammed himself against Ventus's ass and turned rigid. He hissed a single name,"Ventus!"
Warm semen filled Ventus's insides, and he gasped at the sensation. He eyelids fluttered shut and he fell back onto the bed as Vanitas pulled out.
A soft touch on his cheek opened his eyes, and he met Vanitas's.
"Ven...I love you." Vanitas murmured.
Ventus blushed. "I love you too, Vani."
The two kissed passionately for a moment, letting the world slip by.
When they broke apart, tears formed at the corners of Ventus's eyes.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?" Vanitas asked.
"No, I'm just so happy..." Ventus smiled.
Vanitas returned the smile, and flopped down on the bed beside Ventus.
"It's night," he observed through the window.
"So it is. Goodnight, Vanitas."
"Goodnight, Ven."
Translations
- Totus tuus - Totally yours