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[taking his time, occasionally nipping at the newly exposed skin until he tosses them to the side]

[and about that same time he lays back full on the bed, legs spread and arcing his back to slide his finger into himself]

[discarding his own pants and kneeling against the bed, nudging Yuri's legs further apart]

Haha, content?

[working himself languidly and thoroughly, moaning softly when Vincent spreads hm]

Actually... starting to get a little..

A little . . . ?

[leaning over him, hair draping where it will while he licks and scrapes teeth against his nipple, pressing hot and solid against his thigh]

Bo--bothered--[interrupts himself with a moan, surging into an arch to rub against his cock]

[sucking as he inhales, sinking more heavily onto Yuri]

Mmmm, that won't do . . .

[wrapping his free arm around him to steady himself as twists and writhes under him, nails scratching up and down his back until he finally pulls his fingers out and twists underneath Vincent, settling on his stomach and curving up to meld his body against Vincent's]

[gathering up his hair, loose and careless, then pressing against the back of his neck to push him down into the mattress, body pressed against every inch of Yuri's back as he murmurs against his shoulder with his fingers dug in possessively to his hip]

Like that, mmm, when you almost beg . . . Haha, I want to deny you everything.

[not giving him more than an inch of space before he lines up and sinks into Yuri fully with a moan]

[pushing back, letting him feel the coiled strength in his muscles, groaning]

But you never do.

[not increasing his pressure, but not slacking either, slowly drawing back]

Perhaps, I will.

[breathing in and out deeply, kneading at the bedspread]

If that's what you want.

[carefully pulling his hand free, letting the strands of hair fall, then gripping the other side of his hip as he rocks forward again]

I'll remember that.

[an utterly contented sigh, shifting, grabbing a pillow to shove under his hips to make it easier for both of them]

[kissing in between his shoulders as he slowly picks up the pace, letting out a satisfied hum as he enjoys the sensations]

[folds his arms under his head to rest on, moving back against him minimally but pliant]

[rocking against him at a moderate pace, never too much, never too little; arching and pulling away to run his hand across Yuri's back, feeling the curves of bone and taut muscle]

[moans as he shifts, bucking a bit more sharply before settling again]

[raking the pads of his fingers down, hinting at nail before splaying his hand . . . eventually pulling out with a small sigh to nudge Yuri to flip over]

[does so with the laziest motion he can, sprawling without a care]

[mostly moving Yuri then, lifting a leg over his shoulder with a kiss to his knee and pushing back in with a sigh]

Haha, I'm not keeping you up, am I?

[instead of answering with words, just reaches to pull him down into a warm, open kiss]

[pausing as he unwinds with that, bracing an arm next to Yuri and more than reciprocating]

[keeping it slow even as his body begins to peak, the only give away the tensing of his muscles]

[reaching a hand between them, not to stroke but to stop, not changing his tempo]

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