Dead Plate Oneshots Teary Eyed

Warning: sexual content

It was late, and Rody savored every second of it.

The dim light cast a gentle glow across Vincent’s face, illuminating the slight sheen of frustration on his cheeks. His breath came in small, uneven puffs as he leaned back against the headboard, fidgeting slightly. It was almost funny how calm Rody appeared in comparison, lounging with one arm lazily draped over his boyfriend’s shoulders, his fingers tracing slow, tantalizing shapes along the fabric covering Vincent’s chest. He knew he shouldn’t enjoy this so much, but he’d never been one to hold back—especially not when he got to see Vincent like this.

Rody let his lips hover just above Vincent’s collarbone, close enough that he felt the way Vincent’s breath hitched each time he came close to a kiss but didn’t quite make contact. Now and then, he’d brush his lips against Vincent’s neck, soft and fleeting, just enough to feel the way Vincent’s skin heated up under his touch.

It was driving Vincent wild, that much was clear. His fingers twisted in the sheets, a silent plea in his narrowed eyes as he looked up at Rody. There was that glimmer of frustration there, mixed with something almost vulnerable—just on the verge of begging.

“Rody,” Vincent murmured, his voice low, barely above a whisper.

“Hm?” Rody’s fingers ghosted down Vincent’s chest, slowing as they reached his hip, pressing down just slightly. He felt Vincent’s body tense up, his breathing quickening as his chest rose and fell under Rody’s hand. Rody smiled, shifting closer, letting his hand slip up under the hem of Vincent’s shirt, warm skin meeting warm skin.

The slight intake of breath, the way Vincent’s hand moved from the sheets to grip Rody’s arm, his fingertips digging in just a bit too hard—Rody loved it. It was the power in the softness, the way he could have Vincent’s control slipping just by letting his hands wander, skimming just under the threshold of what Vincent so clearly wanted.

“Please,” Vincent said, voice strained, eyes meeting Rody’s with a mix of desperation and exasperation.

Rody let out a low chuckle, leaning in until his lips brushed just against Vincent’s ear. “What is it, babe?” he whispered, his voice soft and smooth, a mock innocence coloring his tone. He let his fingers trace a feather-light line over Vincent’s ribs, ghosting over his side, pressing just enough to make him shiver.

It was unfair, Rody knew it. Vincent had this strange effect on him, pulling out that almost sadistic side of him that he rarely showed anyone else. But it was too irresistible. Vincent was always so collected, so calm, that seeing him undone, cheeks pink, breathing ragged—it was all the more satisfying.

Vincent turned his head slightly, trying to capture Rody’s lips, his frustration showing as he reached out, only for Rody to pull back at the last second, a teasing smile dancing across his lips. “Ah-ah,” Rody murmured, fingers tracing down Vincent’s cheek, tilting his head up to look at him. “You’re too cute like this, Vin. You don’t want me to stop, do you?”

A flicker of something dangerous flashed in Vincent’s eyes, but it was softened by the way his lashes fluttered, that needy, helpless look returning as Rody’s thumb brushed over his bottom lip, lingering there as if daring him to do something about it.

“Rody,” Vincent said again, a bit louder this time, his tone more urgent. There was a tremor in his voice, and Rody watched the way Vincent’s brows knit together, the way his mouth opened slightly, breath catching as Rody’s thumb lingered, slipping just slightly past his lips.

It was almost cruel, he thought, how good it felt to tease Vincent like this—the way he was visibly holding back, his composure slipping with each fleeting kiss, each brush of Rody’s fingers. The way he was caught between the need for control and the frustration of being denied it.

Rody leaned in again, this time pressing his lips fully against Vincent’s neck, feeling the way Vincent’s pulse quickened under his touch. He let his lips trail along his skin, soft and warm, his kisses lingering a bit longer, his teeth grazing just enough to make Vincent squirm, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

“Do you want me to stop?” Rody asked, pulling back slightly to look at him. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but he knew Vincent heard it, the way his lips pressed together in frustration, eyes narrowing as if he couldn’t believe Rody was even asking.

“No,” Vincent breathed, his voice barely audible, but the desperation in it was unmistakable. It was what Rody had been waiting for, that tiny admission, that little crack in Vincent’s usually perfect composure.

“Good,” Rody murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of Vincent’s mouth, his lips trailing down, lingering on his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. He felt the way Vincent’s body responded, the way his breathing hitched, the slight shiver that ran through him as Rody’s hands roamed lower, fingers tracing along his waist, his hips.

But each time Vincent shifted, each time he leaned into Rody’s touch, Rody pulled back just slightly, keeping him on edge, never quite giving him what he wanted. It was a game, one that Rody had perfected, the balance between affection and frustration, and he could tell it was working by the way Vincent’s hands clutched at him, by the way his voice trembled with every soft sound he made.

“Rody…” Vincent’s voice was raw, barely more than a whisper now, his eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. He was biting his lip, holding back that last bit of frustration, that desperate edge that made Rody want to push him just a bit further.

Rody leaned down, his lips brushing against Vincent’s once more, soft and slow, as if savoring the moment. “You look so good like this, you know that?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, letting his fingers slip just under the waistband of Vincent’s pants, feeling the way his boyfriend’s body tensed, anticipation clear in his eyes.

But he stopped there, pulling back just slightly, watching the way Vincent’s expression shifted from surprise to frustration, his eyes widening slightly as he realized Rody wasn’t going any further.

The look Vincent gave him was almost enough to break his resolve—the desperation in those dark, tear-bright eyes, the way his breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. But Rody just smiled, letting his hand linger for a moment before pulling away entirely, sitting back with a satisfied smile.

“Why do you always… have to do this?” Vincent asked, his voice barely steady, his cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed in frustration. There was a hint of vulnerability in his gaze, as if he was genuinely baffled by Rody’s refusal to follow through.

“Because you look way too cute like this,” Rody replied, brushing a thumb over Vincent’s cheek, savoring the warmth of his skin, the way he leaned into the touch despite himself. “And maybe because I like knowing I can drive you crazy.”

Vincent let out a huff, his hands dropping from the sheets to cover his face, as if trying to hide the redness of his cheeks, the way his frustration was so clearly written across his expression.

Rody chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to the back of his hand, soft and affectionate. He might push Vincent to his limit, but he always knew just when to pull back, just when to give him that moment of reprieve, that hint of tenderness that reminded him that even though he was doing this he still cared.

“Don’t worry,” Rody murmured, letting his lips brush against Vincent’s ear once more. “I’ll make it up to you… eventually.”

Vincent lowered his hands, giving Rody a look that was both annoyed and pleading, his dark eyes shining with that unmistakable, beautiful frustration. But there was something softer there too, something almost grateful, as if he’d come to expect—and maybe even enjoy—this little game between them.

And Rody couldn’t help but smile, leaning in to steal one last kiss, feeling the warmth of Vincent’s breath against his lips, knowing he’d left him wanting, but also knowing he’d have to finish what he started.

Rody leaned back against the headboard, heart racing with a mix of satisfaction and an undeniable pull toward Vincent.

He could see the way Vincent’s chest rose and fell, the faint tremor of frustration lingering just beneath the surface. It was a feeling Rody relished, knowing he had the power to evoke such emotions from his boyfriend. Yet, as he watched Vincent’s brow furrow and his lips form a pout, he felt a slight shift within himself, a twinge of guilt mixed with desire.

Rody reached out, fingertips brushing against Vincent’s cheek, tracing the curve of his jawline, letting the warmth of his skin linger beneath his touch. “You really want me to give in, don’t you?” he asked softly, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Vincent’s eyes darkened, the frustration and desire mingling into something undeniably intoxicating. “I… you know I do,” he admitted, his voice strained, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. “It’s just… you’re so damn infuriating.”

Rody’s heart swelled at Vincent’s words. There was something undeniably appealing about the way Vincent could be both exasperated and utterly entranced by him. It was as if Rody held the key to unlocking every part of Vincent, and he thrived on that connection.

“Infuriating, huh?” Rody chuckled, leaning in closer until their foreheads almost touched. He could feel the warmth radiating from Vincent, the urgency that practically hummed between them. “Maybe that’s just part of my charm.”

“Charm, or sadism?” Vincent shot back, but there was a playful glint in his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a half-smile. Rody couldn’t help but grin at that, his fingers slipping down to the nape of Vincent’s neck, drawing him closer, their breaths mingling in the warm air.

“You know I can’t help myself,” Rody whispered, his lips brushing tantalizingly close to Vincent’s once more. “It’s just too much fun to see you like this.”

But then, in a moment that seemed to stretch forever, Rody’s resolve wavered. He caught sight of Vincent’s bottom lip, slightly swollen from where he had been biting it in frustration, and that was all it took. Something inside him softened, the playful teasing giving way to an overwhelming desire to soothe and satisfy.

“Fine,” Rody breathed, the words slipping out almost reluctantly, but they hung heavy in the air between them. “You win.”

The look on Vincent’s face shifted instantly from frustration to surprise, and then to pure, unadulterated joy. His eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and excitement illuminating his features. “Really?” he breathed, barely able to contain himself.

“Yeah, really,” Rody said, his voice steadier now, determination weaving through his words. “But don’t think I’ll let you off easy.”

With that, he leaned in, capturing Vincent’s mouth with his own in a heated kiss. It was fierce and passionate, filled with all the pent-up desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. Rody’s hands roamed over Vincent’s body, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as if he were afraid that if he didn’t hold on tight enough, this blissful moment would slip away.

Vincent melted into the kiss, his hands finding their way to Rody’s shirt, fingers tugging at the fabric as if grounding himself in the reality of their connection. Rody could feel the urgency in Vincent’s touch, the way his body responded, eager and demanding. It was intoxicating, and Rody reveled in the heady rush of power that surged through him.

He pushed Vincent back gently until he was lying flat on the bed, Rody hovering over him, their lips never fully breaking apart. Rody pulled back slightly to gaze down at Vincent, taking in the way his boyfriend’s cheeks flushed, the glimmer of unshed tears still lingering in his eyes. The sight sent a thrill of satisfaction through Rody, knowing he had brought Vincent to this point of vulnerability.

“You’re so cute when you’re all flustered,” Rody murmured, brushing his thumb against Vincent’s cheek. “But I think it’s time we really got to the good stuff, don’t you?”

Vincent nodded, the tension in his body melting away as he met Rody’s gaze with an intensity that made Rody’s heart race. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper but heavy with desire.

With renewed vigor, Rody captured Vincent’s lips once more, pouring every bit of his longing and affection into the kiss. He slipped his hands under Vincent’s shirt, fingers brushing against his warm skin, relishing the way Vincent shivered beneath his touch.

“God, you’re perfect,” Rody muttered against Vincent’s mouth, pulling away just long enough to lift his shirt over his head and toss it aside. The sight of Vincent’s bare skin ignited a fire within him, the urge to worship every inch of his boyfriend overwhelming.

Rody kissed a trail down Vincent’s neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin, eliciting soft gasps and sighs from him. Each sound was like music to Rody’s ears, urging him on as he explored the expanse of Vincent’s chest, trailing kisses down to his stomach. Rody took his time, savoring every reaction, every shudder of pleasure that ran through Vincent’s body.

He could feel Vincent’s hands gripping the sheets, his breathing coming in rapid bursts, and it thrilled Rody to know he had the power to bring Vincent to this state of blissful desperation. The contrast of their bodies—Rody’s strength and Vincent’s softness—sent a thrill through him, a reminder of how different they were yet how perfectly they fit together.

“Rody…” Vincent whimpered, the need in his voice unmistakable. “Please… I need you.”

The plea sent a rush of warmth through Rody, igniting something primal within him. He lifted his head, locking eyes with Vincent, who looked utterly undone—hair tousled, cheeks flushed, and those deep dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Alright,” Rody said, his voice thick with desire. “But you’re going to have to tell me what you want. I want to hear it.”

Vincent opened his mouth to protest but quickly bit his lip, the frustration returning in a rush, only to be replaced by a wave of determination. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, breathless yet commanding, the raw honesty in his words sending a thrill of excitement through Rody.

“Good boy,” Rody responded, the words spilling out before he could stop them. The way Vincent reacted—eyes fluttering, breath hitching—made Rody’s heart race even faster. He had always loved the way Vincent responded to him, how the simplest phrases could drive him wild, but this was something else entirely.

Rody positioned himself between Vincent’s legs, his heart racing as he felt the warmth radiating from his boyfriend. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to Vincent’s lips, pouring all the love and adoration he felt into that single, lingering moment. When he pulled back, he noticed Vincent’s gaze flicker with anticipation, the tension in the air electrifying.

With careful precision, Rody took his time, savoring the build-up, teasing and exploring every inch of Vincent’s body as he prepared him. He could feel the heat radiating from Vincent, the way his body reacted to every touch and kiss, each soft sound falling from his lips a testament to how much he craved this moment.

“Just relax, okay?” Rody murmured, brushing a stray hair from Vincent’s forehead, his voice low and soothing. “I’m right here with you.”

Vincent nodded, his gaze steady, filled with a mix of trust and desire that made Rody’s heart swell. It was a beautiful thing, knowing that Vincent felt safe enough to let go completely.

As Rody moved, he was careful and gentle, taking his time to ensure Vincent felt every bit of pleasure and excitement that came with their intimacy. He was meticulous in his actions, each thrust calculated to draw out those soft gasps and moans that echoed throughout the room, filling the space with a symphony of desire.

The way Vincent’s body responded—every shudder, every arch of his back—only fueled Rody’s fire. It was intoxicating to witness, and he found himself lost in the sensation of it all, the connection they shared deepening with every movement.

“Rody,” Vincent gasped, the sound laced with pure need as he clutched at Rody’s shoulders, his nails digging in, his body moving to match Rody’s rhythm. “Don’t stop, please…”

Rody’s heart raced at the plea, and he could feel the tension building within them, the heat pooling as they moved together in perfect harmony. Every kiss, every touch was a promise—a promise that Rody would always be there, always know how to drive Vincent wild and how to comfort him when the frustration became too much.

“I won’t,” Rody breathed, his voice low and steady, filled with a promise that he meant with every fiber of his being. “I’ll always give you what you need.”

And as they reached the peak of their desire together, Rody held Vincent close, whispering sweet nothings, feeling the way their bodies moved as one, the passion and connection soaring to new heights. It was a release like no other, a beautiful moment that left them both breathless and utterly satisfied.

As they lay tangled in each other’s arms afterward, Rody smiled down at Vincent, taking in the way his boyfriend’s chest rose and fell, the softness of his skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Vincent’s eyes were still glossy, the remnants of pleasure lingering in their depths, and Rody couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight.

“See? Was that so hard?” Rody teased, brushing his fingers gently through Vincent’s hair, a playful smirk on his lips.

Vincent rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth quirked upward, betraying the satisfaction he felt. “You’re insufferable,” he replied, but there was no bite to his words—only warmth. “You really know how to work me up, don’t you?”

Rody leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Vincent’s ear as he spoke. “It’s one of my many talents.” He pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive skin just below Vincent’s ear, relishing the way his boyfriend squirmed in response. “But you have to admit, seeing you all flustered like that is pretty adorable.”

Vincent let out a soft huff, half-laughing, half-sighing. “You’re going to give me a complex, you know. I’m not sure how much more of this teasing I can take.”

“Oh, I plan on giving you plenty more,” Rody replied, pulling back slightly to meet Vincent’s gaze. He could see the warmth in Vincent’s eyes, the lingering frustration now mingled with something softer and more affectionate.

The room was filled with a comfortable silence, the only sound being their quiet breathing as they basked in the aftermath of their passion. Rody felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him, the thrill of having pushed Vincent to his limits and then finally giving in, indulging both of their desires.

“Come here,” Rody murmured, pulling Vincent closer, wrapping him in a warm embrace. Vincent nestled against him, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he buried his face in Rody’s shoulder.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Vincent murmured, voice muffled but full of affection.

Rody chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Vincent’s head. “You’re the one who makes it so easy to love you,” he replied, feeling a warmth bloom in his chest. “Even when you’re frustrated and teary-eyed, you’re just… so damn cute.”

Vincent pulled back slightly, tilting his head to meet Rody’s gaze. “I don’t know how you do it,” he admitted, his expression sincere. “One minute, I’m ready to strangle you, and the next, I’m putty in your hands.”

Rody smirked, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “That’s my secret. I just have to know how to push your buttons just right.”

Vincent rolled his eyes again, but the smile on his face betrayed him. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible to resist?” Rody shot back, raising an eyebrow.

“More like impossible to tolerate,” Vincent quipped, but there was no bite to it—only the shared laughter that echoed softly between them.