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[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.]

[He figured Vergil would like this. A little rough, a little unpredictable. He keeps gently stroking him, humming pleasure at the hand in his hair, and grinds his teeth in before letting up and licking the reddened mark, kissing it before moving further up Vergil's thigh, to suck a light bruise onto the skin closer to his hips.]

[Suggesting he might like things rough and having marks left was a mistake! Lahabrea is using it for evil! That's sensitive flesh - just enough that it has him starting to squirm just as the biting stops. Still far from too much, when he almost doesn't let Lahabrea move his head enough to stop.]

Am I going to have to hope Taisho doesn't plan on another hot spring visit any time soon?

[He smirks against Vergil's thigh and squeezes his cock lightly, starting another hickey just near the first.]

Certainly if you don't want to explain.

[Which he knows Vergil does not and he is absolutely not stopping with what he's doing.]

[He does not!!! He'll appreciate it privately tomorrow though.

His hips arch into the squeeze and marking, while he tugs on Lahabrea's hair to keep him close. The toe of his shoe taps Lahabrea's cock, and slides under to press against it, rubbing almost lazily.]

I suppose I should be glad it's easy to cover up...

[He hmms at the hair pulling, rocking his hips lightly into the pressure of Vergil's foot but his main focus is adding another hard bite mark to Vergil's growing collection of markings. When it is red and bruising he removes his teeth, exhales against the tender skin.]

That is the idea.

[Much as it'd be nice to mark Vergil's neck he is actually deliberately aiming for areas not likely to be seen, since Vergil is shy.]

[He's not shy!

He just knows he'll be mocked relentlessly by certain people, and for that matter no one needs to know his business! (so basically he's shy) Although to be fair, he wears high enough collars his neck is pretty safe too.

A strangled moan turns into a huff of indignation.]

How kind.

[Considering the constant fate of Vergil's clothes he's not counting on those high collars.

He does laugh at the huff, bringing the hand not fondling Vergil's cock up to press a little unkindly at the bite marks.]

I am ever the soul of kindness.

[Look until now they've mostly just been covered in blood? Usually?

It's something between a whine and a moan that escapes his lips. Obviously that's tender, but it's still just as plain to see it's pleasure he feels.]

Only to horses and what ever other soft little creatures you adore, I think. Maybe your people.

[He huffs and turns his attention to Vergil's other thigh, biting pointedly as he digs his nails into the first set of marks, leaving clawmarks across them.]

-- You're only proving my point!

[But of course it earns the same reaction, having to hide the noises he nearly makes, twisting his fingers tighter in Lahabrea's hair.]

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