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[Wonderful, he brushes them against the grain, tugs on one.]

Marks sound novel, and even without my usual strength, I can take plenty of pain. Anything you like, it isn't much fun if you don't anyway, and I'm up for trying, considering I don't...really know.

[It's frustrating to admit that, as always with any shortcoming, any lack of knowledge. More like he's failing Lahabrea than himself!]

[That gets a... noise! A slightly strangled noise. The scales feel metallic in a way, but warm, almost pliable, a soft metal. And he bites Vergil's neck just above his shoulder to muffle his own whine.]

I'm not--usually sadistic. But I will enjoy it if you do. I would be happy exploring a lot of avenues to see what you like.

[He lifts his face, kissing Vergil's jaw. He can tell it's difficult and frustrating for him, but it's so easy to frame it as anything but a failing, silly man.]

It will be exciting to discover what you prefer.

[Hmm not entirely different from his own, but still not quite the same... But he doesn't have much time to think about it before he's bitten and moaning his appreciation, sliding his hand further along Lahabrea's thigh to sink his fingers into his ass instead.

Embarrassing that he gave such a strong reaction -- but it was unexpected!]

...So would I.

But don't take it for masochism. It isn't pain that appeals, that only happens to come with it.

[Maybe he just wants to get as good as he gives with possessiveness and aggression.]

[His breath stutters against Vergil's jaw, and he closes his eyes briefly, pleasure shivering through him. But it was nice hearing Vergil moan, and so he does it again, just under his jaw, sliding his fingers down Vergil's chest.]

Mmhm. For you it's... the thrill of it right? Excitement at a challenge perhaps.

[Or whatever it is that makes "impale you to a wall" just a friendly Sparda greeting.]

Or, more or less that, I think. You also like seeing me react. I'm a very troublesome lover for you I'm afraid.

[Not that he won't react, and even nicely, but getting swept up in things to the point of losing himself is nearly impossible for Lahabrea.]

Then again, you do like a challenge, so who knows.

[He isn't surprised this time so the noise is only a murmur in comparison, but he does appreciate it just as much.]

Hmm, I might call both appealing for the sake of a challenge...

[Or yes whatever it is that makes a Sparda laugh at being impaled.]

That you're calm and stoic is what makes your reactions so sweet. I wouldn't want you making it too easy on me.

[He takes a scale between his fingers and twists it around, insofar as it's possible without wrenching it.]

I wouldn't call myself stoic, exactly...

[You've seen him big arms and laugh that unhinged way. Right?? But on the other hand he can't deny he's also just really non-reactive to things one would normally react to, a lot. So stoic isn't wrong either.

He huffs and tugs Vergil's collar open, dipping his head to swipe his tongue over the base of his throat, but that is as far as he gets before Vergil does in fact drag a strangled shout out of him. Thank Zodiark Baritones is all soundproofed.]

--!!!

[Half pain half pleasure, a bit of too much. Those really are sensitive.]

[Is he supposed to think there's something too much about the villain laugh? He's not a muahaha type himself, but still, he respects the hustle.

He laughs to himself, softly, but so selfsatisfied. Sorry, impish mischief reared its head. He strokes them in almost mock apology.]

Well that certainly wasn't stoic.

Those are sensitive!

[He puts a hand on Vergil's chest and shoves him back, he's stronger than his noodle arms suggest but in fact weaker than usual due to, stabbed. So it really is whether Vergil lets him on this. He's at least trying.]

[He lets him, but if course being say on that means he's just being pushed down really. Hope there's no wall there.

His tail coils tighter around Lahabrea's shoulders though, in case he has any ideas of going somewhere.]

So I noticed. I'll be good, now I know.

[As if he doesn't have a scale covered form and therefore knows perfectly well what way they're not meant to move.]

[Fortunately the wall is probably now quite close enough for Vergil to bang his head on it.

At least Lahabrea isn't trying to leave he's just keeping a hand on Vergil and glaring in indignation. With his shirt untucked and half open and his hair rather disheveled at this point it's not that effective at looking stern, exactly.]

You already knew. Don't be an ass.

[But of course what does he expect Vergil just chugged like five imp parts.]

[But he's handsome like that, isn't he? Vergil can't help but smile. It is a bit odd to keep being struck by Lahabrea's appearance, when he doesn't notice these things normally.

He reaches up to press his hand to a cheek. It's hard to help himself.]

How could I have known?

[That hand brushes a strand of hair back, and trails along the rim of his ear.]

[Stop attacking his weak spots. He makes a face, unable to help the way his eyes half-lid at the touch to his cheek and ear, and grumbles a moment before starting to unbutton Vergil's shirt like he's offended by it existing. He probably only needs to do a bit of that, the poor tattered thing could probably pull off.]

Don't act like that wasn't deliberate. And you enjoyed it.

[Well, he enjoyed the reaction, probably more than anything because of course he did.]

[It's really only his collar keeping it in isn't it?]

Would it make you feel better if I admitted it?

[There's a scar the width of Yamato in his shoulder, above his heart, and another much larger straight through his stomach. But they might be somewhat obscured by the deep purple lines scattered across him. While it trails down from his face it eventually comes to the centre of his chest and radiates down across his stomach, and out to his arms. Ruins the view a bit.

He distracts himself from catching it in his peripheral by propping himself up in his wings to better pull at Lahabrea's shirt in return.]

[It does ruin the view, and obviously bothers Vergil, so while he gets his shirt open and it would be so easy to tug off, he doesn't, just leaves it undone so he can trace his fingers over those scars.]

Yes.

[He says, testily! And lifts his arms to help Vergil get his shirt off entirely, leaning in when he's done so to press his lips to his skin just above a nipple, lightly biting and sucking on the flesh there to leave a mark.]

[Maybe he should buy a fix for those scars...but then Lahabrea's interest is nice.]

Then yes, I knew exactly what I was doing and exactly how it would feel. Are you mad?

[He certainly doesn't sound like he minds if Lahabrea's mad. In fact the crooning tone says he'd quite like that.

Once he has the shirt off, one hand trails down Lahabrea's chest, lights on the heart embedded there for a moment before moving on, just enjoying being able to touch someone really. The other circles around Lahabrea's back and up to his neck to hold him against himself.

And it's his turn to have too many parts touching, letting his tail slip down Lahabrea's back. he doesn't apply pressure, and it might not be sharp enough to pierce, but it's still a ball of spikes.]

[Lahabrea's breath does skip at the hand on the stone in his chest and Vergil touching in general is very nice.]

Annoyed at least.

[He complains, biting the hickey he's left to illustrate, fingers brushing over one of Vergil's nipples.

But then he's being held down by his neck, which doesn't stop his current activities but does make him squirm when that tail drags down his spine, which is already sensitive. It feels like being caressed gently with, well, some kind of spiked mace, but he can't say it's actually unpleasant, more a thrilling sensation knowing it's part of Vergil. It leaves him panting hotly against Vergil's skin.]

[It makes his own breath fall heavier, and the bite earns an indignant noise...but clearly he likes it, seeing as he holds Lahabrea's hip down to be able to grind against him. The tail, meanwhile, keeps going, against the outside of his thigh, and stays there, draped over it, the more smooth though still plaited length of it swishing and brushing.]

[It's nice! It's a nice trail he could get used to this. And he does return the grinding, rocking his hips against Vergil's. Though as he keeps kissing and nipping his way down Vergil's chest he does have to scoot down along his thighs.]

[He supposes he can forgive that, he'll just have to reach between their legs to cup Lahabrea's cock through his pants.

His spine curls each time Lahabrea's mouth moves further and his chest rises a little higher with each breath and kiss and bite too. It's very easy to get swept up in all these unfamiliar feelings, which is strange when he doesn't think of himself as particularly interested. The hand on Lahabrea's neck travels a little further into his hair, scratching lightly.]

[Turns out sex with high emotional investment is really good, actually?

He rocks against Vergil's hand once then slides away. Slipping to the floor between his knees and working his pants open with efficiency.]

[Wow who knew? Not this guy.

He sits up to follow, not wanting to take his hands away - but then he can't very well follow between his own legs. For a moment he's left with little to do but watch, a bit surprised, just a little embarrassed, but in another moment he decides at least to card fingers through Lahabrea's hair.]

[He does tug on Vergil's pants those are useless and unnecessary actually, and he will be removing them now.]

[He lifts his hips to help, leaning on a hand to prop himself up, while he places his foot on Lahabrea's thigh.]

[He glances up with a slight smirk and then slides his fingers around Vergil's cock, rubbing the underside with his thumb. And kissing his inner thigh, instead of that arousal, licking the skin lightly there before biting, hard.]

What's that look fo--aahhh...

[The bite, probably predictably, catches him off guard. The hand in Lahabrea's hair snatches it up as he tenses to bite back his moan. His hips rise, seeking more.]

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