raindrops and roses // continued from morning after meme

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The sheets pressing into this back make him gasp into the kiss, and he rakes his nails down Vincent's shoulders in retaliation.

"Vincent—"

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"Shhh.."

He cooed into his old Masters mouth. Slipping the kiss to over Jack's cheek, stroking that pretty face of his and tangling them all the more within the bed sheets.

Jack's flesh was hot, smooth and reflected a light glow. He was like Vincent's very own little bit of paradise. Roaming hands soon pulled at a leg, sliding and smoothing under a thigh, cupping and squeezing five digits into the cushiony derriere.

A cheeky giggle from behind a just as cheeky smile left his lips at this.

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"Happy?"

Jack asks, mirroring his smile and pressing a kiss to the corner of Vincent's mouth, grinding up into him at the same time. His hands spider down the blond's sides, settling on his hipbones.

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"Ecstatic.."

Vincent soon lets his fingers paw at the soft flesh he'd come to rest his hand upon. A brave and daring move, sent one finger in exploration of more warmth, pressing on, yet not in, the secret orifice he would later demand entrance to in some form or other.

Nuzzling his nose to the cute kiss, lashing his tongue out to slide over Jack's lips deviously.

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Jack chokes back another gasp at the intrusion, and his nails leave scores of red down the small of Vincent's back. He hasn't been taken in months, and he's nearly forgotten how it feels.

One hand would dip between them, then, a finger tracing up Vincent's length almost in retaliation.

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Stroking, tenderly, as if trying to tempt such a delicate closed flower open, careful not to damage its petals as his finger did smoothly touch the concealed fissure.

Vincent would take his time, to prep his old Master. Fortunately for Jack, there did so happen to be, a small vial of potion, half used from the night before, lost just near where Vincent's foot happened to be, tangled under the sheets. Rolling the small glass container towards his hand, popping the cork free and drizzling the fluid over the small of Jack's back.. he didn't care if it stung as it leaked into some of the scissor lacerations.

Smoothing the essence down between the crease of Jack's rump.

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He's too distracted by the sharp sting of liquid coming into raw flesh, and Jack's heels dig into the sheets in anticipation.

"You're being...nice-"