[ Jay was a nervous wreck, but the friend he'd been texting had given him some confidence that maybe this wouldn't go so bad. Still, he knew he looked terrible. He wore his baggy cargo shorts, no shoes, an oversized black t-shirt, there was a cap on his head and a cigarette between his lips.
His face was terrible, from the dark circles under his eyes due to restless nights and the broken nose, he'd definitely had better days. He kept his head ducked as he sat on the ledge of the roof, facing inwards so he could see the door open.
He was half expecting to be stood up. Maybe it would be better if he was. ]
[Luckily (or unluckily?) for Jay, Vincent isn't one to really stand people up. If he says he'll be somewhere, he usually follows through, unless there happens to be some sort of emergency, which isn't likely to happen in this case.
He doesn't make the harpy wait too long, either. Shortly after Jay's arrival, the door to the roof swings open and the shorter myth comes striding out, long hair tossed haphazardly into a messy sidebun, makeup smudged and his hands fumbling with the remaining half of a cigarette and a lighter.
Once it's lit, his eyes lift from the flame to Jay, nimble fingers rolling the item about then returning it to his pocket. He inhales deep while examining the somewhat disheveled male in front of him, lets the nicotine really fill his lungs before he rounds his lips and blows a few smoke rings. He has to admit that seeing his 'admirer' in person is totally worth playing along with that misfire text.]
[ That messiness about him just made him that much more sexy to Jay, not to mention the cute way he worked with his cig. He swallowed as his bright blue eyes took him in, feeling hideous in comparison but he wasn't going to let that get the better of him right now. After all, Vincent agreed to see him so he must've liked something about him. ]
Yeah, uh, Vincent, yeah? Hi. Dunno how much my friend told ya but uh... [ His grin was a little crooked, he could feel the bandage stretch against his face but he ignored it. ] I saw ya the other day 'n thought you were real lekker. That uh, means 'cool' where I'm from. [ Smooth as silk, that Jay. ] So um, maybe you wanna mess around sumtime?
[Instead, the shifter is unabashedly admiring Jay, grinning around the filter between his lips and stuffing both hands into the pocket of his pullover. He strides closer, wasting no time leaping up onto the ledge beside Jay then plopping down next to him, another stream of smoke rolling from his mouth.]
That's me, [he admits.] Nothing too fancy to look at, huh? [Oh, yes, self-deprecation. Great, Vincent.] Your friend on the other hand was right. You're an absolute babe and that picture does you no justice. 'Lekker,' [he repeats, testing the word with that Brooklyn accent and peering at Jay from the corner of his eye.] Mess around as in hanging out or ... [The slightest shift closer, his teeth bared like the chesire cat.] Messing around? Either way, I'm open to ideas.
I'm not into fancy. I'm into you. [ Or he'd like to be in him, literally, but he couldn't get it up right now even if he tried so he probably shouldn't make any promises he couldn't keep. He giggled, soft and breathy with a bit of a blush on his cheeks when Vincent called him a 'babe'. ]
Both? 'm all flipped cos my heat didn't happen proper this time, so I can't get hard right now but I still wanna, y'know, make out, suck ya off. I just love your look 'n it makes me wanna do stuff to ya. What's that accent? It's sexy.
[ He set his hand lightly on Vincent's knee and it slowly, cautiously, began to slide up between his thighs. ]
[His sudden intake of breath and smoke ends with him coughing slightly, something he can use to cover up the fact he turns away to hide in his elbow in an attempt to cover both the flush on his own face and the sudden crimson tint of his eyes. He lets them flutter shut, waiting until the loss of control is under wraps again before turning back to Jay, a mischievous glint in those returned cornflower irises.]
New York. Brooklyn, if'n ya wanna get technical. Both of those sound like loads of fun to me. I'm gonna feel a little bad about not being able to return the favor for the second one, but once you're feeling more like yourself ...
[Reaching to remove the now burning filter, he flicks it away and exhales a final time, eyeing the way Jay's hand creeps higher then dips between his legs.] I'll be able to give you the ride of your life, [he adds with the briefest roll of his hips.]
[ Oblivious to the change in his eyes, but he caught the flush on his cheeks and Jay thought that was incredibly attractive. ] Agg, the moment I feel like myself again I'm givin' you a call, yeah? Well, after I make it up to my baes. [ Priorities, you know. Not that Vincent wasn't important to him or anything, Jay was definitely into him, but they'd only just met.
He bit down on his own lower lip and sucked on it when Vin's hips rolled like that. ] You're so fokkin' sexy, y'know that? [ He had to know that, 'I'm sexy' was practically written across his forehead in bold neon letters. ] New York, fokkin zhoosh that is... [ Whatever that meant, it didn't matter, whatever it was it clearly motivated Jay to get down on his knees in front of Vin. Apparently 'caution' had been thrown to the wind! He nudged his legs apart so he could get between them and run both of his hands up his waist, then back down his thighs. ]
Americans are so blerrie hot... [ He murmured before he tossed his cig away and pressed his pink lips on Vin's groin, gently mouthing against the fabric in an attempt to encourage an erection to appear- if it hadn't begun to already. ]
[Damn, he'd been spotted even with his poor attempt at covering the blush up. Ah, well, Jay seemed like a decent person and that's solidified when the harpy doesn't make fun of him.] Baes should always come before little hookups. [Because he definitely understands that significant others take precedence.
A coquettish smirk lifts his features, brilliantly colored eyes flickering with mischief.] I might have an idea of my pleasant appearance. [Considering he'd already met Vlad and if he was as attractive as that guy, he could understand the appeal.] No clue what kinda accent you got goin' on, but it's wicked. [Seeing Jay abruptly hit his knees to nestle between his own legs earns a raise of an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curving even higher - almost inhuman-like at this point when Jay's hands caress up his sides then slide right back down.
He tips his head back with a huff, leaning it from side to side before dropping his gaze back to where the other male is mouthing over the slight strain of his pants. Fuck, if he hadn't been hard before, he sure as hell is now.] Give yourself some credit, yo. [A pause, but only long enough for him to settle his left leg over Jay's shoulder and his right hand atop his head.] You're one of the hottest dudes I've ever met.
[ That inhuman smile didn't seem to bother Jay, he thought it was just another one of Vin's many attractive features. ] South Africa. [ His cheeks colored at the idea that someone found his accent appealing, let alone someone as sexy as Vin. ] You'll hear it more when I'm better 'n you're returnin' the favor. [ He winked. He didn't actually expect Vin to want him again, only because he never got his hopes up about that sort of thing because words were sometimes deceiving, no matter how sweet or complimentary they were. They sounded so nice in that New York accent, though... ]
If you fall I'll catch ya. [ He assured him as he undid the fly to his trousers. With Vin perched on the edge of the roof like that it was always a possibility, even with his leg around Jay's shoulder, but he figured he could shift and get him before he plummeted the five-or-so stories to the ground. After all, he didn't know that Vin was able to shift himself.
Once he got all the material out of the way, a pulled flap there, a pushed undergarment there (if applicable), he managed to pull out the dick he'd been craving since he first saw him. He leaned in to inhale deep, briefly savoring the moment, before he opened wide and took him into his wet mouth. His sucks were firm and each bob of his head was slick enough to leave behind a glistening sheen of saliva on Vin's skin. He eased up after a few passes, then pumped him gently in his hand as he began to flick his tongue against the tip. ]
Mmhh... thanks, luv. [ For what? The compliments or the dick? Probably both. ]
Bitchin'. [Ooo, that blush? Totally on point in his book, if his widening smile was anything to go off of.] I'll be lookin' forward to that. Damn, how'm I supposed to be patient? [He's teasing, of course, since Vincent's been told to wait most of his life. It's taught him patience, but he's also learned that when given the chance, grab what you want and don't let go; a boldness he'd never had living among humans that could turn on him at any second should he slip even the smallest amount. From what he can tell though, Jay seems like a sincere person.]
Gonna put my trust in you, hot stuff. [Because in his current position, he was considerably at Jay's mercy. The scrape of the zipper recaptures his attention, urging him to tilt his head down to watch the metal teeth on his jeans spread apart. Well, if he did happen to take a header over the edge of the roof, at least he'd have gotten his dick sucked before that untimely sort of death.
In the back of his mind, he makes a mental note to go commando more often - especially if he and Jay become a normal 'thing,' since underwear would only hinder them in times like these. The inhale is like the calm before the storm and as soon as he's engulfed in the heat of his mouth, Vincent is like the (figurative) torrential downpour, his free arm shifting back to catch himself on his elbow at the edge of the rooftop, a moan falling unbidden from his lips. His fingers thread securely around the dark strands on Jay's head, pulling them taut, but not in any way that might indicate for him to stop. In fact, once the taller male does lift off, he whimpers rather pathetically and tightens the leg over his shoulder, smoothing his hand over Jay's hair with a grin.]
Y-Yeah, you're welcome. Fuck, you keep doin' that and I'll give you whatever you want, okay?
[ Jay loved burger dates, particularly with a boy who seemed to know exactly how to make him smile. He was sure he snorted soda a few times because of him, or maybe it was because he was in such a good mood in general. Compared to the last time Vincent saw him the difference was almost night and day; now he was shirtless, showing off a variety of tats without shame, his face was cleared up from any evidence of sleep deprivation and his nose was completely healed. His bright blue eyes sparkled with life and he was even a bit naughty as he played footsie with his date under the diner table.
Afterwards they went back to Vin's room, and Jay couldn't help but feel the urge to slip his hand into his- but he fought it, since that was more of a bae thing than a friend thing. But maybe that's why he felt the urge in the first place? Vin had seen him at some of his worst after all, and he still wanted to hang out with him. Maybe there was something more there between them? ]
Hey um, [ He asked curiously as they approached the door of his dorm. ] Are you uh... [ He'd only done this several times, six of which had been in the past few months, this shouldn't be difficult. But he'd be the first one he asked since his rough patch, so his tongue felt more tied. ] Oh, this your room? [ He nodded at the door they stopped in front of. Smooth subject change? About as smooth as sand. ]
[The shapeshifter had been overly cautious when Jay mentioned them going out on a date. In his defense, it had nothing to do with the harpy and everything to do with Vincent's ridiculous insecurities. How many times had he gotten close to someone, only to get burned or pushed aside? With Jay, though, all of that felt obsolete; gone was his past and all the toxic people along with it.
At the moment, it was only the two of them, ribbing and making passes at each other and the playful game of footsie beneath the table had made him laugh - an actual, genuine thing that burst forth before it could be stopped, which then led to something else he hadn't done in years: blushing. Thankfully, their waiter happened to stop by at the perfect time, allowing him to hide his face until the color faded away from his pale cheeks. If he was lucky, Jay wouldn't have noticed.
How'd he become so smitten in such a short period of time?
And now, on their way back to his room, Vin couldn't help feeling like there was something lingering between them. He couldn't quite put his finger on it and even though he was trying his best to be subtle by glancing from his peripheral and toying with his wild hair or fidgeting with his clothes, it still felt like something was being left unsaid.
Jay's voice draws him out of the slight daze he'd fallen into, his hand dropping back to his side and his head lifting to better meet the other myth's gaze.] Hm? [Depending on where you go or who you ask, sand can be quite smooth in a certain place or to the right person. The fact they're at his room - specifically in front of the door - seems to be the chance he's been waiting for.]
Yeah, erm, [he hesitates, nose wrinkling at the nervous fluttering in his stomach that he tamps down by continuing to talk.] Wanna come in? Got somethin' I wanna give ya.
[ I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. /Anakin Vin had the type of eyes someone could drown in, or some other kinda romantic kak like that, they really popped with the way he wore his makeup and made Jay kinda envy his skill. Not that he ever thought he'd be a makeup kinda guy himself, but Vin made it look appealing. He made almost everything seem appealing, actually, and his lips were-- Oh, he's talking. ]
Y-Yeah, I'd love to. [ He was hoping he'd say that, and naturally Jay assumed that 'something' was his naked body. His body began to grow hot with anticipation as he followed him inside, his cock stirring beneath his baggy cargo shorts. He definitely had some things he wanted to ask, some things he wanted to say, but sex was easier to fall into and might help him chase away the butterflies. Brilliant teenage boy logic here. ]
[/slowly shakes head It's nice, he thinks, to be admired by someone as handsome as Jay. Sure, he's been with his fair share of attractive people and while the harpy certainly has looks going for him, his personality and altruistic nature is something that's even more appealing than that. Vincent tries to make it known that he's doing some appraising of his own, but he's more awkward at it and can't seem to hold eye contact. Although, it's highly possible that has something to do with what he's about to give Jay once they're both in his room.]
Awesome. [His tone sounds somewhat relieved - like he'd expected Jay to take off right after their date. Color him surprised when it seems to be the exact opposite, though. He takes the risk this time, reaching to slip his fingers into the spots between the other myth's, leading them both inside and shutting the door behind.] Okay, ya have to close your eyes, since it's a surprise. [Nevermind the fact he's already heading to the nearby closet, unable to contain his own excitement at this point and unaware that his gift isn't quite what Jay is expecting.]
[ That shocked him. When a boy held his hand it usually meant more than just sexual interest, it was an act that felt intimate to Jay, especially when it wasn't just to pull him to the bed. Instead he was led inside, his cheeks bright pink and eyes wide with anticipation. What was that knocking sound? It was his heart pounding against his ribs, and he hoped his grip wasn't getting too sweaty- nerves, excitement, everything rushed towards him at once.
Love was like that.
He swallowed as he closed his eyes, briefly in denial. Only a crush, he said to himself, Vin might not even like you like that. Don't get so worked up-- Then he opened his eyes without being prompted, too impatient to keep them closed, and what he saw convinced him that he was absolutely head-over-heels. ]
T-that's a... [ A tree. A little tree. With cherry blossoms on it. He could feel his eyes stinging as tears of happiness threatened to spill down his cheeks. His voice cracked as he struggled with his next, clearly overwhelmed, words. ] Issit- issit really for me?
[Little things like hand-holding and forehead or cheek kisses are a luxury to Vincent. He's used to hard, fast and getting shit over with; the fact that he can comfortably entwine their fingers and lead Jay along is something that makes his heart flutter in a surprisingly joyful way. When he peeks over his shoulder and sees his companion's flushed cheeks, another grin lifts his lips before he returns to rummaging about in the wardrobe.
This is something he can get used to and honestly, it terrifies him to think about that.
Oh so carefully, he removes the little bonsai tree, running a thumb over the tiny flower petals to admire their softness. In his defense, Jay had said he liked cherry blossoms and when he'd found it, how was he supposed to resist getting it for him? He hurries back over to be standing in front of the taller boy, offering the plant out just as Jay opens his eyes.]
A cherry blossom bonsai, [he answers for Jay, features completely soft, no show of his usual mischievous smile or the playful twinkle in his eyes: only pure admiration with a hint of nervousness because what if he didn't like it? Jay's voice cracks and Vin tenses, the anxiety beginning rise.] Y-Yeah, of course. I mean, as long as ya want it ...
Y-Yeah! Yeah, I want it... I want... [ Gingerly, he took the bonsai and held it with the utmost care. He felt that he might screw up, that it would slip from his hands and shatter into a thousand pieces, much like how he felt about Vin in that moment. His gaze at the beautiful blossoms was almost awed, then he slowly met his... friend's eyes again. ]
Vin, d'ya... do ya wanna be my boy? [ His voice cracked again, so he swallowed as he continued. ] I can't give ya much, 'n I can't be the center of your world, we gotta date 'n be with other people, but... I wanna... I wanna hold your hand, 'n hold you tight and... love you. I-Is... is that okay?
[A silent breath of relief escapes him, reassurance shown in the way his shoulders slacken and his lips curve into the slightest smile. He allowed the tiny tree to be taken then withdrew his hands, reaching around to tuck them into the back pockets of his jeans.]
... your boy? [Cornflower irises dilate in surprise, his pale cheeks flooding with color, except instead of trying to hide it this time, he allows Jay to see the blush as he attempts to swallow past the lump in his throat.] I'd ... I'd really like that, Jay, but you should know I'm not exactly as I appear. I'm also pretty messy when it comes to the mental department.
This isn't a 'no' or an attempt to drive you off. It's ... you have the right to know what you're getting into with me.
[ That blush brought him a great deal of hope because the shock had him worried that he was about to get rejected- not that he would be surprised, Vincent probably had a line of people outside of his door wanting to be his, but..
The excuse sounded like he was trying to let him down nice, since there wasn't a teenager in this school who didn't have mental problems, but when he followed up with that last bit Jay wasn't so sure he was right. His brows furrowed and he set the bonsai onto the nearby nightstand, just so he wouldn't accidentally drop it or something. ]
Stay right there, alright. [ He murmured to the plant before he turned back to Vin and stepped closer so he could offer his hands to him. ] 'm not clean either, y'know? I cry a lot, 'm angry all the time, you saw me all fokked up due to my heat, 'n I'm always gettin' into fights, can't read, can't write, but... I know when I like someone. When I'm falling in love with someone. We're all messed up, luv. But if you wanna be messed up with me, I wanna be messed up with you.
[Oh, the irony in the fact that he doesn't have tons of people lined up outside of his door ... Jay would probably get a laugh out of what he might say about it, though.
Vin watches the harpy set the plant aside, brow furrowing with worry, like something bad is about to happen. Honestly, he wouldn't blame Jay for telling him to hit the bricks and if that was what he wanted, the metamorph would do so with little to no complaining because he knows what sort of problems that causes. He'd never want to cause Jay more stress.
Once again, it felt like there was a golfball lodged in his throat, but it doesn't stop him from pulling his hands from his pockets and reaching out to gently take hold of the other boy's hands. He eased the pads of his digits across Jay's palms, up to his wrists then adjusted their hands so he could lace their fingers together, an amused laugh passing his lips.] Seems like we all got a bit of trouble here, but ... yeah. Yeah, [he repeats, more determined this time.] I do wanna be messed up with you. I ... I wanna show you all that I am.
[ The way his eyes lit up when Vin said that might be an obvious sign that he was expecting some sort of push back, maybe more excuses. But there he was, beautiful, laughing a little, holding his hands, and Jay felt like he grew another foot in height. Pride, maybe? Since he didn't really have any it was hard to identify in moments like these. ]
All of you, huh? Is there somethin' I haven't seen?
[And just like that, his demeanor sobers, fingers squeezing with reassurance around his boyfriend's. (Wow, that's something to think about!!!)
Then, like the ripple of the water's surface when a stone is thrown in, Vincent shifts, the entirety of his skin fading to ebony, along with the scleras of his eyes, although the irises spark to life with the color of fiery opals. Things that can only be described as 'scales' begin to spread across the length of his arms and legs - they are less prominent on his torso, but still faintly visible - all the way to the start of his forehead, down to the tops of his feet, although those are covered for now. His hair re-lengthens to the style Jay is most likely more used to and returns to its natural state of black, which makes him lift his arm so he can run a now clawed hand through the strands.
With the transformation complete, he inhales deep and brings his gaze back to Jay's, the left side of his face curling up just enough to show the sharp point of a fang.]
... this [he gestures with his free hand] is what I really look like.
Oh... oooh... [ He couldn't help but inhale a soft noise, his eyes widening as he watched the fascinating shift from emo-looking boy to something Jay had never seen before. His heart raced as he drank in the sight, from those incredible eyes to how badass his skin looked.
He shifted his hands so he could slowly run his fingertips up the length of Vin's arm, careful not to scrape against any of the 'scales', and he didn't stop until he was touching his face. The hint of fang made Jay grin wide. ] Aww, shit, luv, you look lekker. [ He said with clear awe in his voice. ] Like ya popped straight off the cover of a heavy metal record.
What are ya, even? I mean, I've seen a lot of myths but you're... wow. You're somethin' completely different. Aggg, fokken gorgeous, I've got goosebumps, ya feel 'em? [ He wasn't kidding, they were all up and down his arms with excitement. ]
Vincent snorts at the comment, knowing full well that it's meant to be a compliment. Imagining something like himself in a heavy metal band is amusing, but not undeniable-- he looks like some kind of demon, minus the tail and wings. (Which some hellspawn go without anyway.)] Yeah? Never thought of it like that.
Shapeshifter, [he answers simply, sparing a glance toward Jay's hand then leaning into the touch after it reaches his face, fangs gleaming as he lowers his arm to rest on the younger male's. His grin broadens at the sensation of tiny goosebumps beneath the pads of his fingers, honey-tinted irides flicking up to Jay's face.] Those're probably the best compliment of all, babydoll.
People are gonna be so jealous of me, knowin' I got a boy as lekker as you. [ His giggle was husky and brief, because he didn't honestly care about that sort of thing- jealousy and rumors and whatnot. Even so, he was positive that everybody would be gaga over Vin if they knew he had more than just one pretty appearance, especially one so unique. ]
Shapeshifter, huh? So you can look like anyone? Have you ever changed into me 'n jerked off? [ He asked flirtatiously, either unaware or uncaring of how weird that question might be. He never held his appearance in high esteem, but he knew if he could shapeshift that might be the sort of thing he would do over someone he liked. ]
Ooh, um, can I kiss ya or would those fangs get me?
I dunno. [A shrug.] People should be jealous that I got the most amazing boy around. [And he means it; Jay is so unique and nonchalant when it comes to other peoples' thoughts about them. Vincent wishes he could be less anxious about it, but it's not as simple for him, apparently.
One of these days ...]
Anyone, yeah. [To be fair, he's heard of weirder things and as he ponders the idea a little more, Vin can't fight the grin that spreads across his face. Then, he shifts again, fluid, seamless — like how easy it is to breathe — and suddenly looks identical to the boy in front of him.
Well, not completely. His hair's closely cropped on the sides of his head and styled up in the front-- more reminiscent of the Vin that Jay knows. The inquiry of being able to kiss him without getting cut makes his smirk broaden, those fangs reappearing not long after they'd gone.]
Only if I decide to bite ya. [How's it feel to be casually threatened by yourself, Jay?]
Yeah? Who? [ The pathetic part was that Jay genuinely thought that Vincent meant someone else. Then he almost yelped when he was suddenly faced with himself and burst out into another husky laugh. ]
Lookit you! Blerrie hell, ya make me look good! [ He was a bit used to seeing himself in double, since Janus was his daemon or whatever, but Vin didn't hold himself like Janus did- all rigid and proper. His boy was a lot more casual and warm. ]
Hey you didn't answer, I wanna know! Do you jerk off like this? If ya tell me I'll let ya bite me. [ His eyebrows bounced and he grinned in a way that indicated that he'd let Vin bite him whether or not he answered. ]
[The shapeshifter manages a slight smirk at Jay's question, but can't resist the urge to snicker at the other boy's reaction to his transformation.]
What're ya talking about? You always look good. [He draws himself closer, leans until they're practically nose to nose, the grin on his face broadening as soon as Jay brings up the earlier comment about him masturbating like this.]
I haven't, but now that you've said it, ya got me thinking that I should give it a try. [In an all too playful manner, Vincent tips his head back a bit and sticks his tongue out, letting the tip of it lick over the soft point of Jay's nose.] Do I get to leave a little love mark on ya now?
Nah, 'm messy. [ He argued weakly, too taken with Vincent to raise an actual fuss over his looks. Funny, he should feel weird about getting all snuggly with himself but he didn't because he knew it was his boy. ]
Yeah, you should try it. I wanna see... [ As he admitted that his cheeks turned pink, or maybe that was because of the way Vin was licking his nose. ] Heh, yeah... yeah, leave your mark on me, luv. I want it.
And I fucking love that about ya. [A snort, the tip of his nose briefly meeting Jay's before he draws back once more.]
What, ya mean right now? Not that I'm objecting or anything— just making sure we're both on the same wavelength here. [Seeing his boyfriend's cheeks flush causes those fangs to appear again, the point of the left one descending into his bottom lip.] You got it, [he assures, dipping forward so he can scrape sharp canines along the side of Jay's neck then bite down, careful to not break the delicate skin beneath.
Uh huh. [ Right now! He was glad that Vincent got the message and Jay shivered with anticipation as those fangs went down his neck. Then he gasped, loud and surprised when he was bitten, followed by a shaky giggle.
He typically didn't like pain, but it didn't hurt for long. It was soon replaced by a tingly sensation which made his toes curl and his eyelashes flutter. His hands dropped so he could grab the waistband of Vin's pants, just over the swell of his butt. ]
[He can feel Jay react beneath him, the way he reaches to grip his pants, the slight tremble of his throat beneath the points of his fangs when he giggles. Vincent can't resist the urge to chuckle himself.
There's a bit of lingering pressure where he momentarily bites somewhat harder then releases the skin, licking over the tiny marks before withdrawing with another grin.]
Liked that, did ya? Bet I could make ya have goosebumps all over, if I try hard enough.
U-Um! Ah! Holy kak... [ He swore when he felt the fangs dig in deeper. The whimper that escaped him was more instinctual than anything else, a sound of pain and fear though he didn't actually feel any fear. He knew he was safe, and that made him hang onto Vincent even tighter. ]
I have 'em! [ He admitted with a shaky laugh, looking down his arm as if to double-check the gooseflesh he felt prickling there. ] I really do! That's... oh, wow, that's a bit crazy innit? I don't think I should like that, but I do 'cos it's from you.
Woah, what was that? [Referring to the 'holy kak' comment, of course, but he's not ignoring the whine or the way Jay holds him tighter. In fact, the firmer grasp causes him to snicker, lifting a hand to glide his fingertips across the minuscule bumps that have risen on his boy's skin.]
Hell yeah, you do. [A brief glance down of his own before he looks back up at Jay, taking a moment to allow himself to shift back to his 'normal' appearance.] Nothing wrong with liking some ... love marks. [Because 'territorial' sounds possessive and he can't let on about that.]
Guess that depends on your rate of healing, but I'm hoping they'll last long enough for people notice.
That was me, almost screamin' 'cos that felt so blerrie... good? [ He's pretty sure good is the word, it was a mix of several feelings which was why he sounded so uncertain about it. Now he was looking at Vin's pretty face all over again and that made him smile wide. ]
Hi. Issat what they are? Yeah, I like 'em. [ Then his cheeks heated up. ] Ya want people to ask 'bout 'em, huh? For me to say my boy Vinny bit my neck? 'cos that's what I'd say.
Yeah? Damn, if I'da known you would like it that much ... [He'd have done it sooner, obviously. Being wary with those teeth has always been a thing for him; Vincent's never sure if people are going to be cool with them or not, since they are part of the whole 'demonic' kinda look he has going on.]
Hey, how you doin'? [Complimented by a ridiculous waggle of the eyebrows. Then, he gets serious again, though. Jay liked his bite marks? Oh, this could get interesting rather quickly!] And what if I do? Knowing that you'd tell people I did it makes me sorta proud, actually.
I didn't even know I'd like it that much! [ His laugh was slightly sheepish, because he honestly didn't. He'd always known he liked wolves teeth, but the sharp prick of fangs was different from that sensation. Then Vincent had him giggling all over again with the eyebrow-waggle. ]
Yeah? Then I'll tell everyone. I'll tell 'em they don't have a boy as pretty as I do, with teeth that give 'em goosebumps all over. Ooh... [ He shivered again just thinking about it, and hugged Vin a little tighter. ]
Guess we both learned something new today. [Damn, he could listen to Jay laugh forever and never grow tired of the sound. Could be one of the reasons why he leans to rub their noses together in an eskimo kiss.
Vincent's grateful for the tighter embrace; it gives him a reason to hide his face when his cheeks flush hotly in response to Jay's 'pretty boy' comment.] I dunno about all that, [he mumbles, tentatively glancing up from beneath his bangs.] Having people know I'm yours is a-okay with me, though.
[ And he certainly didn't mean to sleep. Jay wanted to celebrate their newfound boyfriend status, right next to the bonsai tree even! And you can bet that he's going to encourage Vincent to bite him several times. ]
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His face was terrible, from the dark circles under his eyes due to restless nights and the broken nose, he'd definitely had better days. He kept his head ducked as he sat on the ledge of the roof, facing inwards so he could see the door open.
He was half expecting to be stood up. Maybe it would be better if he was. ]
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He doesn't make the harpy wait too long, either. Shortly after Jay's arrival, the door to the roof swings open and the shorter myth comes striding out, long hair tossed haphazardly into a messy sidebun, makeup smudged and his hands fumbling with the remaining half of a cigarette and a lighter.
Once it's lit, his eyes lift from the flame to Jay, nimble fingers rolling the item about then returning it to his pocket. He inhales deep while examining the somewhat disheveled male in front of him, lets the nicotine really fill his lungs before he rounds his lips and blows a few smoke rings. He has to admit that seeing his 'admirer' in person is totally worth playing along with that misfire text.]
Jay, yeah?
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Yeah, uh, Vincent, yeah? Hi. Dunno how much my friend told ya but uh... [ His grin was a little crooked, he could feel the bandage stretch against his face but he ignored it. ] I saw ya the other day 'n thought you were real lekker. That uh, means 'cool' where I'm from. [ Smooth as silk, that Jay. ] So um, maybe you wanna mess around sumtime?
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That's me, [he admits.] Nothing too fancy to look at, huh? [Oh, yes, self-deprecation. Great, Vincent.] Your friend on the other hand was right. You're an absolute babe and that picture does you no justice. 'Lekker,' [he repeats, testing the word with that Brooklyn accent and peering at Jay from the corner of his eye.] Mess around as in hanging out or ... [The slightest shift closer, his teeth bared like the chesire cat.] Messing around? Either way, I'm open to ideas.
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Both? 'm all flipped cos my heat didn't happen proper this time, so I can't get hard right now but I still wanna, y'know, make out, suck ya off. I just love your look 'n it makes me wanna do stuff to ya. What's that accent? It's sexy.
[ He set his hand lightly on Vincent's knee and it slowly, cautiously, began to slide up between his thighs. ]
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New York. Brooklyn, if'n ya wanna get technical. Both of those sound like loads of fun to me. I'm gonna feel a little bad about not being able to return the favor for the second one, but once you're feeling more like yourself ...
[Reaching to remove the now burning filter, he flicks it away and exhales a final time, eyeing the way Jay's hand creeps higher then dips between his legs.] I'll be able to give you the ride of your life, [he adds with the briefest roll of his hips.]
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He bit down on his own lower lip and sucked on it when Vin's hips rolled like that. ] You're so fokkin' sexy, y'know that? [ He had to know that, 'I'm sexy' was practically written across his forehead in bold neon letters. ] New York, fokkin zhoosh that is... [ Whatever that meant, it didn't matter, whatever it was it clearly motivated Jay to get down on his knees in front of Vin. Apparently 'caution' had been thrown to the wind! He nudged his legs apart so he could get between them and run both of his hands up his waist, then back down his thighs. ]
Americans are so blerrie hot... [ He murmured before he tossed his cig away and pressed his pink lips on Vin's groin, gently mouthing against the fabric in an attempt to encourage an erection to appear- if it hadn't begun to already. ]
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A coquettish smirk lifts his features, brilliantly colored eyes flickering with mischief.] I might have an idea of my pleasant appearance. [Considering he'd already met Vlad and if he was as attractive as that guy, he could understand the appeal.] No clue what kinda accent you got goin' on, but it's wicked. [Seeing Jay abruptly hit his knees to nestle between his own legs earns a raise of an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curving even higher - almost inhuman-like at this point when Jay's hands caress up his sides then slide right back down.
He tips his head back with a huff, leaning it from side to side before dropping his gaze back to where the other male is mouthing over the slight strain of his pants. Fuck, if he hadn't been hard before, he sure as hell is now.] Give yourself some credit, yo. [A pause, but only long enough for him to settle his left leg over Jay's shoulder and his right hand atop his head.] You're one of the hottest dudes I've ever met.
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If you fall I'll catch ya. [ He assured him as he undid the fly to his trousers. With Vin perched on the edge of the roof like that it was always a possibility, even with his leg around Jay's shoulder, but he figured he could shift and get him before he plummeted the five-or-so stories to the ground. After all, he didn't know that Vin was able to shift himself.
Once he got all the material out of the way, a pulled flap there, a pushed undergarment there (if applicable), he managed to pull out the dick he'd been craving since he first saw him. He leaned in to inhale deep, briefly savoring the moment, before he opened wide and took him into his wet mouth. His sucks were firm and each bob of his head was slick enough to leave behind a glistening sheen of saliva on Vin's skin. He eased up after a few passes, then pumped him gently in his hand as he began to flick his tongue against the tip. ]
Mmhh... thanks, luv. [ For what? The compliments or the dick? Probably both. ]
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Gonna put my trust in you, hot stuff. [Because in his current position, he was considerably at Jay's mercy. The scrape of the zipper recaptures his attention, urging him to tilt his head down to watch the metal teeth on his jeans spread apart. Well, if he did happen to take a header over the edge of the roof, at least he'd have gotten his dick sucked before that untimely sort of death.
In the back of his mind, he makes a mental note to go commando more often - especially if he and Jay become a normal 'thing,' since underwear would only hinder them in times like these. The inhale is like the calm before the storm and as soon as he's engulfed in the heat of his mouth, Vincent is like the (figurative) torrential downpour, his free arm shifting back to catch himself on his elbow at the edge of the rooftop, a moan falling unbidden from his lips. His fingers thread securely around the dark strands on Jay's head, pulling them taut, but not in any way that might indicate for him to stop. In fact, once the taller male does lift off, he whimpers rather pathetically and tightens the leg over his shoulder, smoothing his hand over Jay's hair with a grin.]
Y-Yeah, you're welcome. Fuck, you keep doin' that and I'll give you whatever you want, okay?
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Afterwards they went back to Vin's room, and Jay couldn't help but feel the urge to slip his hand into his- but he fought it, since that was more of a bae thing than a friend thing. But maybe that's why he felt the urge in the first place? Vin had seen him at some of his worst after all, and he still wanted to hang out with him. Maybe there was something more there between them? ]
Hey um, [ He asked curiously as they approached the door of his dorm. ] Are you uh... [ He'd only done this several times, six of which had been in the past few months, this shouldn't be difficult. But he'd be the first one he asked since his rough patch, so his tongue felt more tied. ] Oh, this your room? [ He nodded at the door they stopped in front of. Smooth subject change? About as smooth as sand. ]
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At the moment, it was only the two of them, ribbing and making passes at each other and the playful game of footsie beneath the table had made him laugh - an actual, genuine thing that burst forth before it could be stopped, which then led to something else he hadn't done in years: blushing. Thankfully, their waiter happened to stop by at the perfect time, allowing him to hide his face until the color faded away from his pale cheeks. If he was lucky, Jay wouldn't have noticed.
How'd he become so smitten in such a short period of time?
And now, on their way back to his room, Vin couldn't help feeling like there was something lingering between them. He couldn't quite put his finger on it and even though he was trying his best to be subtle by glancing from his peripheral and toying with his wild hair or fidgeting with his clothes, it still felt like something was being left unsaid.
Jay's voice draws him out of the slight daze he'd fallen into, his hand dropping back to his side and his head lifting to better meet the other myth's gaze.] Hm? [Depending on where you go or who you ask, sand can be quite smooth in a certain place or to the right person. The fact they're at his room - specifically in front of the door - seems to be the chance he's been waiting for.]
Yeah, erm, [he hesitates, nose wrinkling at the nervous fluttering in his stomach that he tamps down by continuing to talk.] Wanna come in? Got somethin' I wanna give ya.
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I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. /AnakinVin had the type of eyes someone could drown in, or some other kinda romantic kak like that, they really popped with the way he wore his makeup and made Jay kinda envy his skill. Not that he ever thought he'd be a makeup kinda guy himself, but Vin made it look appealing. He made almost everything seem appealing, actually, and his lips were-- Oh, he's talking. ]Y-Yeah, I'd love to. [ He was hoping he'd say that, and naturally Jay assumed that 'something' was his naked body. His body began to grow hot with anticipation as he followed him inside, his cock stirring beneath his baggy cargo shorts. He definitely had some things he wanted to ask, some things he wanted to say, but sex was easier to fall into and might help him chase away the butterflies. Brilliant teenage boy logic here. ]
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/slowly shakes headIt's nice, he thinks, to be admired by someone as handsome as Jay. Sure, he's been with his fair share of attractive people and while the harpy certainly has looks going for him, his personality and altruistic nature is something that's even more appealing than that. Vincent tries to make it known that he's doing some appraising of his own, but he's more awkward at it and can't seem to hold eye contact. Although, it's highly possible that has something to do with what he's about to give Jay once they're both in his room.]Awesome. [His tone sounds somewhat relieved - like he'd expected Jay to take off right after their date. Color him surprised when it seems to be the exact opposite, though. He takes the risk this time, reaching to slip his fingers into the spots between the other myth's, leading them both inside and shutting the door behind.] Okay, ya have to close your eyes, since it's a surprise. [Nevermind the fact he's already heading to the nearby closet, unable to contain his own excitement at this point and unaware that his gift isn't quite what Jay is expecting.]
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Love was like that.
He swallowed as he closed his eyes, briefly in denial. Only a crush, he said to himself, Vin might not even like you like that. Don't get so worked up-- Then he opened his eyes without being prompted, too impatient to keep them closed, and what he saw convinced him that he was absolutely head-over-heels. ]
T-that's a... [ A tree. A little tree. With cherry blossoms on it. He could feel his eyes stinging as tears of happiness threatened to spill down his cheeks. His voice cracked as he struggled with his next, clearly overwhelmed, words. ] Issit- issit really for me?
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This is something he can get used to and honestly, it terrifies him to think about that.
Oh so carefully, he removes the little bonsai tree, running a thumb over the tiny flower petals to admire their softness. In his defense, Jay had said he liked cherry blossoms and when he'd found it, how was he supposed to resist getting it for him? He hurries back over to be standing in front of the taller boy, offering the plant out just as Jay opens his eyes.]
A cherry blossom bonsai, [he answers for Jay, features completely soft, no show of his usual mischievous smile or the playful twinkle in his eyes: only pure admiration with a hint of nervousness because what if he didn't like it? Jay's voice cracks and Vin tenses, the anxiety beginning rise.] Y-Yeah, of course. I mean, as long as ya want it ...
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Vin, d'ya... do ya wanna be my boy? [ His voice cracked again, so he swallowed as he continued. ] I can't give ya much, 'n I can't be the center of your world, we gotta date 'n be with other people, but... I wanna... I wanna hold your hand, 'n hold you tight and... love you. I-Is... is that okay?
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... your boy? [Cornflower irises dilate in surprise, his pale cheeks flooding with color, except instead of trying to hide it this time, he allows Jay to see the blush as he attempts to swallow past the lump in his throat.] I'd ... I'd really like that, Jay, but you should know I'm not exactly as I appear. I'm also pretty messy when it comes to the mental department.
This isn't a 'no' or an attempt to drive you off. It's ... you have the right to know what you're getting into with me.
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The excuse sounded like he was trying to let him down nice, since there wasn't a teenager in this school who didn't have mental problems, but when he followed up with that last bit Jay wasn't so sure he was right. His brows furrowed and he set the bonsai onto the nearby nightstand, just so he wouldn't accidentally drop it or something. ]
Stay right there, alright. [ He murmured to the plant before he turned back to Vin and stepped closer so he could offer his hands to him. ] 'm not clean either, y'know? I cry a lot, 'm angry all the time, you saw me all fokked up due to my heat, 'n I'm always gettin' into fights, can't read, can't write, but... I know when I like someone. When I'm falling in love with someone. We're all messed up, luv. But if you wanna be messed up with me, I wanna be messed up with you.
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Vin watches the harpy set the plant aside, brow furrowing with worry, like something bad is about to happen. Honestly, he wouldn't blame Jay for telling him to hit the bricks and if that was what he wanted, the metamorph would do so with little to no complaining because he knows what sort of problems that causes. He'd never want to cause Jay more stress.
Once again, it felt like there was a golfball lodged in his throat, but it doesn't stop him from pulling his hands from his pockets and reaching out to gently take hold of the other boy's hands. He eased the pads of his digits across Jay's palms, up to his wrists then adjusted their hands so he could lace their fingers together, an amused laugh passing his lips.] Seems like we all got a bit of trouble here, but ... yeah. Yeah, [he repeats, more determined this time.] I do wanna be messed up with you. I ... I wanna show you all that I am.
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[ The way his eyes lit up when Vin said that might be an obvious sign that he was expecting some sort of push back, maybe more excuses. But there he was, beautiful, laughing a little, holding his hands, and Jay felt like he grew another foot in height. Pride, maybe? Since he didn't really have any it was hard to identify in moments like these. ]
All of you, huh? Is there somethin' I haven't seen?
[ Jay didn't know the half of it... ]
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[And just like that, his demeanor sobers, fingers squeezing with reassurance around his boyfriend's. (Wow, that's something to think about!!!)
Then, like the ripple of the water's surface when a stone is thrown in, Vincent shifts, the entirety of his skin fading to ebony, along with the scleras of his eyes, although the irises spark to life with the color of fiery opals. Things that can only be described as 'scales' begin to spread across the length of his arms and legs - they are less prominent on his torso, but still faintly visible - all the way to the start of his forehead, down to the tops of his feet, although those are covered for now. His hair re-lengthens to the style Jay is most likely more used to and returns to its natural state of black, which makes him lift his arm so he can run a now clawed hand through the strands.
With the transformation complete, he inhales deep and brings his gaze back to Jay's, the left side of his face curling up just enough to show the sharp point of a fang.]
... this [he gestures with his free hand] is what I really look like.
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He shifted his hands so he could slowly run his fingertips up the length of Vin's arm, careful not to scrape against any of the 'scales', and he didn't stop until he was touching his face. The hint of fang made Jay grin wide. ] Aww, shit, luv, you look lekker. [ He said with clear awe in his voice. ] Like ya popped straight off the cover of a heavy metal record.
What are ya, even? I mean, I've seen a lot of myths but you're... wow. You're somethin' completely different. Aggg, fokken gorgeous, I've got goosebumps, ya feel 'em? [ He wasn't kidding, they were all up and down his arms with excitement. ]
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Vincent snorts at the comment, knowing full well that it's meant to be a compliment. Imagining something like himself in a heavy metal band is amusing, but not undeniable-- he looks like some kind of demon, minus the tail and wings. (Which some hellspawn go without anyway.)] Yeah? Never thought of it like that.
Shapeshifter, [he answers simply, sparing a glance toward Jay's hand then leaning into the touch after it reaches his face, fangs gleaming as he lowers his arm to rest on the younger male's. His grin broadens at the sensation of tiny goosebumps beneath the pads of his fingers, honey-tinted irides flicking up to Jay's face.] Those're probably the best compliment of all, babydoll.
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Shapeshifter, huh? So you can look like anyone? Have you ever changed into me 'n jerked off? [ He asked flirtatiously, either unaware or uncaring of how weird that question might be. He never held his appearance in high esteem, but he knew if he could shapeshift that might be the sort of thing he would do over someone he liked. ]
Ooh, um, can I kiss ya or would those fangs get me?
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One of these days ...]
Anyone, yeah. [To be fair, he's heard of weirder things and as he ponders the idea a little more, Vin can't fight the grin that spreads across his face. Then, he shifts again, fluid, seamless — like how easy it is to breathe — and suddenly looks identical to the boy in front of him.
Well, not completely. His hair's closely cropped on the sides of his head and styled up in the front-- more reminiscent of the Vin that Jay knows. The inquiry of being able to kiss him without getting cut makes his smirk broaden, those fangs reappearing not long after they'd gone.]
Only if I decide to bite ya. [How's it feel to be casually threatened by yourself, Jay?]
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Lookit you! Blerrie hell, ya make me look good! [ He was a bit used to seeing himself in double, since Janus was his daemon or whatever, but Vin didn't hold himself like Janus did- all rigid and proper. His boy was a lot more casual and warm. ]
Hey you didn't answer, I wanna know! Do you jerk off like this? If ya tell me I'll let ya bite me. [ His eyebrows bounced and he grinned in a way that indicated that he'd let Vin bite him whether or not he answered. ]
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What're ya talking about? You always look good. [He draws himself closer, leans until they're practically nose to nose, the grin on his face broadening as soon as Jay brings up the earlier comment about him masturbating like this.]
I haven't, but now that you've said it, ya got me thinking that I should give it a try. [In an all too playful manner, Vincent tips his head back a bit and sticks his tongue out, letting the tip of it lick over the soft point of Jay's nose.] Do I get to leave a little love mark on ya now?
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Yeah, you should try it. I wanna see... [ As he admitted that his cheeks turned pink, or maybe that was because of the way Vin was licking his nose. ] Heh, yeah... yeah, leave your mark on me, luv. I want it.
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What, ya mean right now? Not that I'm objecting or anything— just making sure we're both on the same wavelength here. [Seeing his boyfriend's cheeks flush causes those fangs to appear again, the point of the left one descending into his bottom lip.] You got it, [he assures, dipping forward so he can scrape sharp canines along the side of Jay's neck then bite down, careful to not break the delicate skin beneath.
At least, not right this moment.]
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He typically didn't like pain, but it didn't hurt for long. It was soon replaced by a tingly sensation which made his toes curl and his eyelashes flutter. His hands dropped so he could grab the waistband of Vin's pants, just over the swell of his butt. ]
S-Shit, wow..
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There's a bit of lingering pressure where he momentarily bites somewhat harder then releases the skin, licking over the tiny marks before withdrawing with another grin.]
Liked that, did ya? Bet I could make ya have goosebumps all over, if I try hard enough.
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I have 'em! [ He admitted with a shaky laugh, looking down his arm as if to double-check the gooseflesh he felt prickling there. ] I really do! That's... oh, wow, that's a bit crazy innit? I don't think I should like that, but I do 'cos it's from you.
How long do ya think the marks'll last?
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Hell yeah, you do. [A brief glance down of his own before he looks back up at Jay, taking a moment to allow himself to shift back to his 'normal' appearance.] Nothing wrong with liking some ... love marks. [Because 'territorial' sounds possessive and he can't let on about that.]
Guess that depends on your rate of healing, but I'm hoping they'll last long enough for people notice.
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Hi. Issat what they are? Yeah, I like 'em. [ Then his cheeks heated up. ] Ya want people to ask 'bout 'em, huh? For me to say my boy Vinny bit my neck? 'cos that's what I'd say.
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Hey, how you doin'? [Complimented by a ridiculous waggle of the eyebrows. Then, he gets serious again, though. Jay liked his bite marks? Oh, this could get interesting rather quickly!] And what if I do? Knowing that you'd tell people I did it makes me sorta proud, actually.
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Yeah? Then I'll tell everyone. I'll tell 'em they don't have a boy as pretty as I do, with teeth that give 'em goosebumps all over. Ooh... [ He shivered again just thinking about it, and hugged Vin a little tighter. ]
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Vincent's grateful for the tighter embrace; it gives him a reason to hide his face when his cheeks flush hotly in response to Jay's 'pretty boy' comment.] I dunno about all that, [he mumbles, tentatively glancing up from beneath his bangs.] Having people know I'm yours is a-okay with me, though.
ok to fade-to-black this scene?
[ And he certainly didn't mean to sleep. Jay wanted to celebrate their newfound boyfriend status, right next to the bonsai tree even! And you can bet that he's going to encourage Vincent to bite him several times. ]