[He has noticed a lot of things in the past few minutes, a large portion of those things being how warm oushi's hands are, and how he doesn't know if he trusts himself to keep watching without making it a more dangerous situation. At least he seems to be doing well with the buttons...when his hands aren't just feeling around blindly.

Vanitas inhales slowly, resting his forehead against Oushi's shoulder for a moment, trying to appear at least a little bit composed.]

Just one time. The situation I was rescued from left me in a strange state. I'm not a vampire but.. [He looks up at that part, the seriousness in his gaze meant to be a sign that he's being honest, but the blush over his features gives away that his mind isn't fully on the conversation.] They wanted to make me part of their clan to save my life, but I wanted to die human. Or whatever the hell I am.

[It's strange how difficult conversations seem so much easier when he's so thoroughly focused on not pushing his hips forward when Oushi's hand accidentally slides down the front of his pants.]

I still have the fangs in, if you want to find out. [Vanitas uses the threat as an opening to move his own hands up the other boy's shirt, sliding the fabric further up to distract him at least for another moment. It's better if they're both shirtless, isn't it? Matching levels of exposure and vulnerability or something along those lines.]

Do you play any sports?