[ At least Vanitas knows what to do with that smell; he's the one asserting himself here and Ven...is sure he should be on his front assuming a certain posture. Instead he's here and that tingle keeps getting more and more unbearable until he can't help whining, apologetically, because he's going to be wriggling his hips forward in what's admittedly an unpractised motion, but an eager one all the same as his cock frees itself to the halfway point.
Vanitas is all the way there and he can feel it--even the slight swell of his sheath is hard. Just not as slick as the rest of him, but that's fine with Ven. In no time at all he's going to be giving tiny little ruts of his hips, trying to nudge himself up into the crook of the blackscale's cock and stomach. ]
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Vanitas is all the way there and he can feel it--even the slight swell of his sheath is hard. Just not as slick as the rest of him, but that's fine with Ven. In no time at all he's going to be giving tiny little ruts of his hips, trying to nudge himself up into the crook of the blackscale's cock and stomach. ]