contains smut, vannoe, don't like don't read.

Vanitas rarely got time alone these days.

When he was freely roaming France, every other night he had to himself. However, ever since Noé had casually waltzed into his life, things had taken a turn. And those nights to himself were long gone.

Vanitas wouldn't exactly go as far as saying he was a particularly horny teenager. A couple of nights a week would've been more than enough for him to release any pent up… frustration.

Unfortunately, he didn't quite get that when Noé stuck around. But the Archiviste had another meeting with Ruthven tonight, and Vanitas had the hotel room all to himself.

Thus, once he was sure he was alone, Vanitas dimmed the lights, lit some candles, and collapsed back onto his bed.

Delicate fingers tracing over his crotch, he could physically feel himself getting turned on, his arousal growing with each tender touch. His crotch throbbed with pleasure, practically aching to just be released. It had been far too long since he'd gotten to do this.

Patience and self-control was better, Vanitas thought, as he slipped two slender fingers into his pants and undid the button on them. Slipping off the trousers, he then stuck a hand straight into his underwear, tugging on himself.

Immediately, his hand was lathered with pre-cum; enough to get started. And so he did.

It took less than a minute of stroking for Vanitas' slight tinge of arousal to turn into a full-on erection. And oh, did that feel good alright.

A bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, Vanitas flicked his tongue upwards, continuing to pump at the erection. Every other second, an involuntary moan of pleasure would escape his lips; he was getting close to the climax now, and he knew it.

Click.

In his arousal-induced haze, Vanitas barely noticed as the door opened, footsteps creaking against the floorboards.

"Urm… Vanitas?"

Urgh… shit… He cursed internally at himself, sliding his sticky hand out from his pants and staring down at it in disgust. His dick was still pulsating, though.

He had been so, so close, and the scowl spread across his face should've made that clear enough to the intruder.

Meanwhile, the intruder couldn't do much except for flap his hands erratically and blush. Blush a lot. "Um, sorry! I-I'll… let you get back to it n-"

"Noé," Vanitas cut him off promptly, licking his lips to lather them with saliva, before sitting up, his erection pressing into his abdomen as if to make it even more obvious.

"... yes?" Noé didn't look particularly impressed.

"Come here."

Reluctantly, Noé obliged, placing his bag and coat on the other, un-soiled bed before proceeding to the edge of the bed where Vanitas was.

… a very red, flushed Vanitas.

"Now strip."

"... pardon?" Noé blinked exactly eight times consecutively.

"You interrupted me, now you're finishing," Vanitas growled at him, an edge of seduction to his words that Noé had never heard before. An edge of seduction which… also seemed to be turning Noé on. Just a little bit. Almost unnoticeably. But the tightening pants and dark red cheeks made it difficult for him to say no.

Abruptly, Vanitas grabbed and tugged on his collar, pulling their faces within an inch of each other. The sadistic smirk spread across Vanitas' lips told Noé with absolute certainty that he wasn't getting away with this lightly.

At the mere thought of that, Noé felt himself twitch in anticipation. Slowly, he dragged one hand over his shirt buttons, gradually undoing them. Despite Vanitas' nails clawing his neck, he still kept his head down, panting inaudibly in eagerness.

The grin at Vanitas' lips only widened when he noticed that Noé was enjoying this. Within a split second, he closed the final gap between them, lifting Noé's chin up with a single finger and forcing their lips to touch.

Instantly, Vanitas took control, sliding his tongue past the other's lips and teeth; Noé didn't stand a chance.

Heat escalated exponentially between the two for the next couple of minutes, until Noé was fully stripped, spare his pants, and even Vanitas was out of breath. Panting, they parted their lips.

"Get up here," Vanitas whispered roughly, his hot breath brushing against Noé's ear lobe. He patted the space on the bed beside him, and without question, Noé did as he was told.

The very second he was on the bed, Vanitas grabbed both his shoulders, rotated him forcefully, and pushed him down on his front onto the mattress with an audible creak.

"What are you- nngh!" Noé cried out involuntarily when Vanitas clambered on top of him. His cock was rubbing teasingly against Noé barely clothed backside, taunting him.

Vanitas bent over, his undone shirt draped over Noé's shoulders as well. His tongue glided over the Archviste's neck, a trail of saliva leading right to his ear, littered with hickeys.

"Vanitas, ah-agh… slow down," Noé tried, his voice raw. He wanted to tell him to stop, but he couldn't. Secretly, he wanted this.

Besides, he had walked in on him. It was the least he could do, right?

"Shh, Noé…" Vanitas hushed, his voice rough once again, and his soft fingers elegantly brushed down Noé's back, tugging on his underwear. "You're my bitch now, remember?" He thrusted the other two fingers into Noé's mouth. "Now lick."

Obediently, Noé dragged his tongue over Vanitas' fingers, sucking them; covering his ungloved fingers with saliva. His erection twitched again.

Vanitas smirked. "Really, Noé. How long have you been waiting to do this?" He taunted, gliding his erection over Noé's entrance but not entering quite yet.

Too long…

"You little slut…" Vanitas whispered harshly in his ear, his hair falling over his shoulders and tickling Noé's back, as if to further torment him whether it was intentional or not.

Then, without warning, Vanitas slid the wet fingers over Noé's backside, before abruptly slipping them in with one, swift, dutiful move.

"Nghh… agh…" Noé bit down on his tongue until his fangs drew blood, until a taste of copper overcame his mouth. It took less than a second for Vanitas to find his pleasure spot; he tried not to moan again.

"Moan for me, Noé...," Vanitas taunted. "Moan like the whore you are."

"Nggh… it's…" Noé tried. He couldn't even speak, too lost in the pleasure.

A couple of seconds later, Vanitas began to move, sliding his fingers in and out, lathering his insides in pre-cum and saliva. He tilted his head up, his eyes glazed in euphoria. Noé twitched beneath his straddled thighs.

"Beg for it."

"Vanitas, I-I'm not… nghh… I'm not playing your games!" He growled, groping his own election. "Just… nngh… do it!"

"Oh, aggression, hm?" Vanitas' grin died. "This is what you get for walking in on me. Now sit still."

Before Noé could even comprehend the message, he felt Vanitas raise his hips, and then thrust into him without an entrance.

"Haggh!" Noé cried out, half in pleasure, half in pain. Yes, it hurt, but words could not convey how good, and erotic it felt. Whether Vanitas was angry or not, he was sure as hell fucking him aggressively.

Seeing Noé's features contorted in euphoria, Vanitas was turned on even more, as he thrusted his hips against the other's and went even deeper.

Noé's muscles went limp, his throbbing erection falling out of his grip. A moment later, Vanitas - still roughly thrusting in and out of him - took over, his fingers trembling with pleasure as he gripped Noé's member, and began stroking, just as roughly as all his other actions.

It only took three minutes for Noé to reach his limit. Vanitas should've had enough by now, but holding back really just turned him on more.

His back ached, hips arching upwards. Noé just about managed to speak. "Vani…tas… s-slow down…"

"Is this too much for you?" Vanitas spat in his ear, breathing deeply as he continued to grind against his hips.

"Y-y- no! Just…" Noé choked on his own saliva. "Stop… please."

Vanitas frowned, but reluctantly obliged. With one finger, he caressed the tip of Noé's member. Noé bit down on his lip, bucked his waist upwards, and came. The white, sticky substance coated Vanitas' hands, staining the sheets.

"I knew that'd work," Vanitas muttered slyly, before giving one final push. Noé groaned in pleasure once again, as Vanitas came inside of him. Immediately, he pulled out, semen dripping onto the covers.

The two boys laid panting side by side for over a minute, the occasional exchange of glances let each other know that they were satisfied.

"So," Vanitas said, in between breaths, as he plastered an arm over his sweat-glistened forehead. "When are you next going out?"