temperedinpride | AUs and psls

You aren't kissing me enough. You aren't doing enough of anything, only giving me a taste! But I have waited a long time to have everything, all of you, unrestrained, all to myself. Where is my reward for such patience?

Hm...

[Look at that pout? It's so cute?]

But when you sulk so, I only want to tease you more.

You absolutely should not. I deserve my reward.

Is not my very being reward enough?

No, because you have been this entire time!

And here you have me, all to yourself. But you remain unsatisfied. What was it? More kisses? No restraint? What else?

Exactly, and don't forget more of your blood. If you are looking for more to add, then pay me more compliments too. Are you as greedy to trap me as you claim, nothing else on your mind now but me? Show me.

[Meow meow pet me nyaaah reh rowl play, cuddle, let me bite your fingers mao

-Vergil]l

He really has to laugh, completely charmed, leaning down to kiss him thoroughly.]

[A direct quote! Those are exactly the words coming out of his mouth!

At least until he's getting what he asked for and has to shut up to enjoy it, kissing Lahabrea in return and running his hand up the man's spine to tug him in close.]

Hmm, a good start at least. What else?

[The exact words!

Lahabrea practically purrs himself though, tugging on the chains around his soul.]

Careful, or I'll skip straight to devouring your soul.

[He shivers, nipping at Lahabrea's lip.]

Is that supposed to put me off? It sounds perfect.

[Honestly marry a man unhinged enough to think your honeymoon should start with soul vore.

And what's more romantic than that? Lahabrea grins, slipping his hand into Vergil's chest, phasing it into his soul to caress the brand he just left there. Do souls get tender? Sore? He's still going to pet it. Lips brushing Vergil's as he talks.]

And if I pick you apart to devour piece by piece?

[Well it definitely feels some kind of way, it doesn't matter if it's physically painful, he'd just like that even more? His heart beats fast, just leaning into and encouraging it.]

My, how romantic, dear. You know the way to my heart.

[Vergil: I have very specific trauma about my soul being shredded piece by piece
Lahabrea: what if I do that but like, eat your soul
Vergil:
Vergil: ///////

He laughs, delighted for Vergil's excitement even though he expects it, caressing his soul soft and possessive.]

It's our honeymoon and I have you to myself, I do intend to indulge in romance.

[But he's not going to longer or wait, since that's basically permission? Digging his fingers into Vergil's soul sharply, pulling.

He has no intention of damaging or truly ripping Vergil's soul to pieces in any way, but pulling it apart a bit to eat piece by piece without causing harm might still feel like a lot.]

[Look. Sometimes your trauma can also be your kink when there's a lot of trust? Being unhinged helps a little too. It's fine.

And well, it is a lot, incredibly intense to the point that he trembles and forgets to breathe. How can it not include some amount of terror? But he does trust Lahabrea entirely, so that bit of fear can only make him more excited. It just makes him gaze at Lahabrea, lips parted, a bit wide-eyed and breathless. Nothing less than thrilled.]

Good...as you should. That is what I have been asking for.

[Sometimes your trauma can be your kink! And frankly he just finds that all the hotter, makes him greedier to know he can do this because Vergil trusts him. That this is terrifying to his husband and yet he knows Vergil will enjoy it because he'll make sure he does.

He drags his fingers through Vergil's soul possessively, smiling down at him with complete adoration and no small amount of madness. But loving madness!]

I did promise you would have all of me, and I all of you.

[You know how you can stretch dough? Well he's scooping up a portion of Vergil's soul and pulling it out of him. Yet it isn't fully severed, stretched beyond comfort, maybe feels a bit like being taken apart, but never quite split.

He lifts the ball of soul in his fingers, tangible enough for them both to admire the lovely blue, and looking at Vergil he brings it to his lips, kissing it, brushing his thumb through it, opening his mouth to lick and nibble at it, just very lewdly honestly, tongue running through it obscenely.]

[Love is stored in the insanity and obsession! He just thinks that kind of expression is beautiful on Lahabrea, breathtaking. The way he looks at him certainly illustrates that, completely taken with it.

Although it has plenty to do with how overwhelming all of that is too. He whimpers a bit, but it still manages to sound pleased, and he strokes Lahabrea's jaw with his fingertips.]

...True. You never disappoint.

[Love is stored in insanity and obsession!

He kisses Vergil's soul and just puts it in his mouth, scooping up more with his fingers. This is vore. It's just with souls. And he's playing with his food.

It might be weird feeling a little part of Lahabrea and a little stretched and a little himself? But Lahabrea's going to savor taking Vergil's soul into him piece by piece so Vergil can savor it too!]

Of course I don't. You should always expect the best.

I deserve the best.

[The only reason he sounds slightly uncertain of that is that it's getting difficult to form a response. He shivers, gripping the front of Lahabrea's robes. He's red and breathing hard and desperate for Lahabrea to eat his soul like he absolutely needs it? Maybe he does!]

[He needs it! Lahabrea definitely wants it. And having Vergil so shaky beneath him as he consumes little pieces of his soul at a time is really gratifying.]

You do, you deserve the best. Fortunately for you, there is no one better than I.

[Just being self-satisfied and smug as he pulls another bit of soul into his mouth.]

[He nods a bit, definitely having a harder time staying coherent the more Lahabrea puts in his mouth.]

I do agree -- besides myself, of course...

[It's kind of hard to sound conceited when he feels so sensitive, literally through his soul?]

[He takes a moment to stroke Vergil's cheek, leaning in to steal a kiss or two, soft, adoring. Fingers raking in his soul as he claims his lips sweetly.]

Besides you, of course.

[Of course he's enjoying himself. Vergil can feel now more than ever the sheer possessiveness and the pleasure Lahabrea is taking in this, the thrill and love and desire to treat him softly contrasting but not really conflicting with the desire to consume his soul entirely.]

[Why would there be any conflict in that, he sure doesn't expect any. Is it even contrast when it's just sweet? There's nothing about those feelings that are a surprise, it's exactly what he expects out of this. Because he's the same in reverse, with the fear there, but near completely overwritten by love that's both gentle and intense in its neediness. He just wants to get eaten a little, just like he wants to eat Lahabrea a little!

The only problem here is that kiss is far too soft when he's feeling so much. Hyper-aware of everything in a way. So he keeps gripping Lahabrea's robes tighter and demanding a deeper kiss. Like that will help get himself eaten.]

[It's so cute, he wants to draw this out? There's so much he wants. Mainly Vergil, he wants Vergil in every conceivable way?

He's definitely giving in, finding one of Vergil's hands to tangle their fingers together as he takes the invitation to make that kiss deeper, filthier, more ravenous. His other hand pausing in feeling up Vergil's soul to feel up his chest and abs, shamelessly physical and appreciative.]

[Oh, hand-holding, in the midst of intensity. He's so weak to that? It makes him melt a little, squeezing Lahabrea's fingers in return. But he also stretches up to make sure Lahabrea can feel everything without obstruction, sighing against his lips.]

▇▇▇▇... You could almost make me wonder which I love better.

[Almost! Soul vore is in fact the best.]

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