[The things he has to tell himself to justify his ability to just stop are pure madness. That if he just satisfies this thirst he didn't know he had, then he can carry on living his life the way he always has, and this never has to happen again. Or the path of denial, where just a little bit here and there shouldn't count as vampirism because it was for the purpose of the film.
His thighs tighten around the other man's lap when he feels fingers rake through his hair. Vanitas allows him to create space between them, looking at him and expecting fear or disgust, but instead he's met with a kiss. It instantly becomes clear that whoever this man is, he isn't there to judge him. His eyes close as he returns the kiss, making a soft sound in approval against the other pair of lips because his blood tastes as good as his tongue.
Vanitas doesn't know if he was born with these perversions or if they're a result of being in this place. His hands pull at partially blood-stained fabric, half to get the evidence of the incident out of the way, but also to gain access to more skin. He pauses when his own tongue slides past the opposing pair of lips and he feels sharp teeth there too. Somehow he feels less guilty for biting the man now that he's almost certain he's not human.]
I don't want anyone else. You're all mine. [The lines are spoken in between soft pants when he tries to catch his breath. Vanitas makes lingering eye contact, then his gaze steadies on his partner's mouth again.] This bond goes both ways. I'm yours now, too. [That part is not in the script but he's not sure it even matters. He can feel a very specific hardness against him, almost grinning when he pushes himself up on both his arms.]
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His thighs tighten around the other man's lap when he feels fingers rake through his hair. Vanitas allows him to create space between them, looking at him and expecting fear or disgust, but instead he's met with a kiss. It instantly becomes clear that whoever this man is, he isn't there to judge him. His eyes close as he returns the kiss, making a soft sound in approval against the other pair of lips because his blood tastes as good as his tongue.
Vanitas doesn't know if he was born with these perversions or if they're a result of being in this place. His hands pull at partially blood-stained fabric, half to get the evidence of the incident out of the way, but also to gain access to more skin. He pauses when his own tongue slides past the opposing pair of lips and he feels sharp teeth there too. Somehow he feels less guilty for biting the man now that he's almost certain he's not human.]
I don't want anyone else. You're all mine. [The lines are spoken in between soft pants when he tries to catch his breath. Vanitas makes lingering eye contact, then his gaze steadies on his partner's mouth again.] This bond goes both ways. I'm yours now, too. [That part is not in the script but he's not sure it even matters. He can feel a very specific hardness against him, almost grinning when he pushes himself up on both his arms.]