[ HE FEELS IMMENSELY ACCOMPLISHED. Even when he's flopped on and it makes him squeak Ven practically croons, soaking up the contact like a little sponge. It's a lot more comfortable when Vanitas adjusts himself though, and belly heaving with his quick little breaths after all that romping around, Ven will crane his head back with his tongue lolled and try to give at least a few licks to the underside of the blackscale's jaw. ]
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