[ A part of him can't help but wonder about the probability of Noé's fangs piercing him and how much that'd reveal. He once told Noé that he would let him have a drop, so this shouldn't be so bad - that's what he thinks, anyway.
He doesn't withdraw, even as Noé gets closer. If anything, Vanitas just prepares himself by closing his eyes and leaning in to meet the other halfway. The thought of something happening still makes him feel uneasy, but once Noé's lips touch his, those worries seem to dissipate. There's no pain, nothing to suggest that there's something to be concerned over. Only the slight taste of tarte tatin, which is almost as sweet as how careful Noé's being.
When it ends, Vanitas is no less red, and he looks away. ]
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He doesn't withdraw, even as Noé gets closer. If anything, Vanitas just prepares himself by closing his eyes and leaning in to meet the other halfway. The thought of something happening still makes him feel uneasy, but once Noé's lips touch his, those worries seem to dissipate. There's no pain, nothing to suggest that there's something to be concerned over. Only the slight taste of tarte tatin, which is almost as sweet as how careful Noé's being.
When it ends, Vanitas is no less red, and he looks away. ]
Wasn't so bad, was it?