Dead Plate Oneshots Too Damn Alluring

Guess who’s on her period and high on pain meds

Warning: Sexual content. Be warned it might be really bad because it’s my first time writing smut.

Rody had always known Vincent was attractive. It was the kind of thought that would flash across his mind at the most random times, like when they first started dating and he’d catch Vincent staring at him across the dinner table with those dark eyes, or the way Vincent would occasionally brush a hand through his neat black hair, leaving it disheveled in a way that made Rody’s heart race.

But lately, *everything* Vincent did seemed to drive him wild.

Rody didn’t know what had changed. Maybe it was the comfort of living together—being able to see Vincent in ways he never had before, watching him exist in their shared space in a casual, unguarded manner. Maybe it was just that the closer they got, the more irresistible Vincent became to him. Or maybe, he was just losing his mind. Because no matter how mundane the action, Rody found himself constantly overwhelmed with desire. The way Vincent moved, the way he spoke, the way his fingers tapped idly against the kitchen counter—every little thing sent Rody spiraling.

It was a normal weekday morning, early enough that the golden sunlight spilled gently through the windows of their small, modern apartment, casting soft shadows across the wooden floor. Rody sat at the kitchen table, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes were locked on Vincent as he stood by the stove, absentmindedly sipping his coffee.

Vincent was wearing one of Rody’s old t-shirts, a soft grey thing that hung loosely on him, the collar stretched wide enough to expose the delicate curve of his collarbone. His black hair, usually so neatly combed, was still messy from sleep, tousled in a way that made Rody want to reach out and tangle his fingers in it. He leaned against the counter, one leg crossed over the other, completely unaware of the way he was driving Rody insane with the simple act of standing there.

Rody’s eyes traced the lines of Vincent’s body, the way the t-shirt clung to his waist, the way it rode up just enough to reveal a sliver of pale skin above his hips. God, how could Vincent look so good doing absolutely nothing?

The steam from the coffee curled lazily around Vincent’s fingers as he took another slow sip, his lips parting ever so slightly, and Rody felt heat pool low in his stomach at the sight. He stared at those lips, soft and slightly flushed from the warmth of the mug, and his mind wandered to how they’d felt against his own the night before, the way Vincent would make the softest sounds when Rody kissed him just right. It made his pulse quicken, the memory vivid and raw.

Vincent lowered the mug, licking his lips absently, and Rody nearly groaned aloud. *Why is he so oblivious?*

Vincent’s voice broke through Rody’s reverie, low and calm as ever. “You want coffee?” he asked, his tone casual, like he wasn’t setting Rody on fire with every little movement.

Rody cleared his throat, trying to get his thoughts in order. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

Vincent turned back to the counter, reaching for a second mug. As he moved, the hem of the shirt shifted higher, and Rody caught another glimpse of his skin, the small dip of his lower back where it met the waistband of his sweatpants. The sight alone made his breath hitch. He shifted in his chair, feeling the tightness of his jeans against his thighs. It was too much. All of it. Vincent didn’t even know what he was doing to him, and that made it worse.

Rody watched, transfixed, as Vincent poured the coffee, his long fingers delicate and precise in their movements. He had always loved Vincent’s hands—strong, graceful, and always cool to the touch—but lately, he found himself obsessing over them. The way they moved, the way they gripped the counter when they kissed, the way they’d ghost over his skin during moments of intimacy.

When Vincent finally placed the mug on the table in front of Rody, Rody caught his wrist, his fingers wrapping around the cool skin, halting him in place. Vincent raised an eyebrow, glancing down at where Rody’s hand held him.

“You okay?” Vincent asked, his voice as smooth as ever, though Rody could sense the underlying curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes studying Rody’s face.

“Yeah,” Rody breathed, his voice rougher than he intended. “I just…” His thumb traced the soft skin on the inside of Vincent’s wrist, feeling his pulse quicken ever so slightly beneath the surface. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

Vincent’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Rody let out a low, frustrated chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t even realize, do you? You’re just… standing there, doing normal stuff, and it’s… fuck, Vince, it’s killing me.” His grip on Vincent’s wrist tightened, just slightly, enough to feel the bones shift beneath the skin.

Vincent’s lips parted, his confusion giving way to something else—something darker, more intrigued. “Rody…” he began softly, but his voice trailed off when Rody stood up, stepping closer, pressing their bodies together until Vincent was backed against the counter.

Rody’s hands moved to Vincent’s hips, slipping under the hem of the shirt, and Vincent let out a sharp breath at the sudden touch, his body going still. Rody’s fingers traced the curve of his waist, the cool skin soft and smooth beneath his palms.

“You’re so fucking alluring, you know that?” Rody muttered, his lips brushing the shell of Vincent’s ear as he spoke. “Everything you do… it just—it just *gets* to me.”

Vincent’s breath hitched, his hands coming up to grip the edge of the counter behind him, his knuckles going white. He tilted his head back slightly, exposing more of his neck, and Rody couldn’t resist pressing his lips to the soft skin there, trailing slow, heated kisses down to his collarbone.

Vincent’s reaction was subtle at first, just a small tremor in his breath, but Rody felt the way his body leaned into him, his fingers flexing against the countertop. He always loved how responsive Vincent could be, even when he tried to play it cool. It was something only Rody got to see—the way Vincent would unravel under his touch, the way his calm, composed exterior would slip away, leaving him vulnerable and needy.

Rody’s hands slid further up Vincent’s torso, pushing the shirt higher, exposing more of that pale skin. He kissed along Vincent’s jaw, savoring the way his breath quickened, the way his body tensed under Rody’s touch.

“Rody…” Vincent’s voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to send a jolt of heat through Rody’s body.

“You don’t even know, do you?” Rody murmured, his lips brushing against Vincent’s as he spoke. “The way you drive me crazy… just by *being*.”

Vincent’s eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting slightly as Rody kissed him again, slow and deep. Vincent’s hands finally left the countertop, sliding up to rest on Rody’s chest, his touch hesitant but wanting. Rody could feel the way Vincent’s body pressed closer, the way his hips shifted forward, seeking more contact.

“Tell me,” Vincent whispered against Rody’s lips, his voice breathless. “What do you want?”

Rody groaned softly, his hands gripping Vincent’s hips tighter, pulling him even closer. “I want you,” he growled, his lips brushing Vincent’s ear as he spoke. “I want you *now*.”

Vincent’s breath hitched, and Rody felt the shiver that ran through his body at the words. He could see the way Vincent’s demeanor was slipping, the way his calm, composed exterior was starting to crack. Rody loved that. Loved being the one to undo him, to pull him apart piece by piece until Vincent was nothing but a mess of need and desire in his arms.

“Please…” Vincent whispered, his voice soft, barely audible, but Rody heard it. He *felt* it, the way the word sent a rush of heat through his body, making his pulse race.

That was all Rody needed to hear.

Without another word, he pulled Vincent toward the living room couch, his hands never leaving his body. He pushed Vincent down, hovering over him as he pressed their lips together again in a kiss that was all heat and desperation. Vincent’s hands gripped Rody’s shoulders, pulling him closer, and Rody could feel the way Vincent’s body arched beneath him, seeking more, needing more.

Rody’s hands roamed Vincent’s body, pushing up the shirt until it was bunched around his chest, exposing the pale skin of his torso. Vincent’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, his body trembling beneath Rody’s touch. Rody leaned down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Vincent’s chest, savoring the way Vincent’s fingers tightened in his hair, the way his hips shifted restlessly beneath him.

“Rody…” Vincent’s voice was breathless, pleading, and Rody couldn’t help but smile against his skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rody murmured, his lips brushing Vincent’s skin with every word. “I can’t get enough of you…”

Vincent let out a soft, broken sound, his body arching into Rody’s touch, and Rody knew then that Vincent was completely undone. Completely his.

Vincent was trembling beneath him, his breath quickening with every touch, every whispered word. The sight of him like this—completely vulnerable and lost in the moment—made Rody’s heart pound with need. He had always loved seeing Vincent in control, with his calm, almost aloof demeanor, but there was something about watching him fall apart that sent Rody spiraling even deeper into his desire.

Rody leaned down again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Vincent’s chest, moving lower with each one, his hands sliding down to grip Vincent’s hips firmly. He could feel the tension in Vincent’s body, the way he was holding himself back, and Rody couldn’t stand it. He wanted Vincent to let go, to lose himself completely in the moment.

“You don’t have to hold back,” Rody whispered against Vincent’s skin, his voice rough with desire. “I want to hear you.”

Vincent let out a soft, shaky breath, his hands gripping Rody’s shoulders tighter as if he was trying to steady himself. Rody’s mouth continued its descent, trailing lower until his lips hovered just above the waistband of Vincent’s sweatpants. He could feel the heat radiating off Vincent’s body, could hear the soft, uneven breaths that escaped him, and it only fueled Rody’s need even more.

Slowly, teasingly, Rody hooked his fingers into the waistband of Vincent’s pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal more of that pale, soft skin. Vincent let out a quiet gasp, his hips shifting slightly in response, and Rody couldn’t help but smile at how responsive he was. He loved having this effect on him—loved being the one to make Vincent fall apart.

Rody pressed a kiss just below Vincent’s navel, his lips lingering against the warm skin. He could feel the way Vincent’s body trembled beneath him, could hear the small, breathy sounds escaping him, and it only made Rody want more.

“I need you,” Rody whispered against Vincent’s skin, his voice low and filled with raw desire. “I need all of you, Vincent.”

Vincent’s breath hitched at the words, and Rody could feel the way his body arched slightly in response. He was so sensitive, so reactive, and it was driving Rody wild. He wanted to take his time, to savor every moment, but the need inside him was overwhelming, consuming. He needed to feel Vincent, to be as close to him as possible.

With slow, deliberate movements, Rody pushed Vincent’s sweatpants down further, leaving him exposed beneath him. Vincent let out a soft, broken moan, his hands gripping the fabric of the couch beneath him, and Rody couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he looked—flushed, breathless, and completely undone.

Rody moved back up, his hands trailing over Vincent’s thighs, his body pressing against him. He leaned down, capturing Vincent’s lips in a slow, heated kiss, his tongue sliding against Vincent’s in a way that made both of them groan softly. Vincent’s hands moved to tangle in Rody’s hair, pulling him closer, deeper, as if he couldn’t get enough.

Rody’s heart pounded in his chest, the heat between them building to an almost unbearable intensity. He could feel the way Vincent’s body moved beneath him, the soft sounds of pleasure escaping him with every kiss, every touch, and it was enough to make Rody dizzy with want.

“Rody… please…” Vincent’s voice was barely more than a whisper, but it was filled with need, with desperation, and Rody knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Without another word, Rody reached down, fumbling with the waistband of his own jeans, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation. Vincent’s eyes were on him, dark and hazy with desire, and Rody could see the way his chest rose and fell with every quick, shallow breath. The sight of him like this, so open and vulnerable, made Rody’s pulse race even more.

Once he had his jeans off, Rody positioned himself between Vincent’s legs, his hands resting on Vincent’s hips as he leaned down to press another kiss to his lips. Vincent responded immediately, his hands sliding up Rody’s back, pulling him closer, deeper, as if he needed to feel every inch of him.

Rody’s breath was shaky as he reached into the side drawer and grabbed the lube he left there from their last session, his fingers trembling slightly as he prepared Vincent, wanting to make sure he was ready, wanting to savor the anticipation. Vincent’s breath hitched at the sensation, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into Rody’s touch, his head tilting back as he let out a soft, broken moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rody whispered, his voice rough with desire as he pressed another kiss to Vincent’s neck. “I can’t get enough of you…”

Vincent let out a soft whimper, his hands gripping Rody’s shoulders tighter, his body arching slightly in response to Rody’s touch. The way Vincent reacted to him, the way his body trembled and moved beneath him, made Rody’s heart race even faster. He wanted to make Vincent feel good, to make him lose control, to make him his.

Slowly, carefully, Rody positioned himself, his hands gripping Vincent’s hips as he pressed forward, feeling the way Vincent’s body tensed for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. Vincent let out a soft, breathless moan, his hands moving to grip Rody’s back, pulling him closer.

Rody groaned softly at the sensation, the heat of Vincent’s body around him driving him wild. He moved slowly at first, savoring every second, every breathy sound Vincent made. The way Vincent’s body responded to him, the way his hips moved to meet Rody’s thrusts, made Rody lose himself in the moment.

“God, Vincent…” Rody whispered, his voice rough with desire as he moved faster, deeper. “You feel so good…”

Vincent’s response was a soft, breathless moan, his body arching beneath Rody’s, his hands gripping his back tightly. The sound of Vincent’s pleasure, the way his body moved in time with Rody’s, was enough to make Rody’s mind go blank, lost in the heat and intensity of the moment.

Rody’s thrusts became more urgent, more desperate, and he could feel the way Vincent’s body trembled beneath him, the soft sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips. Rody leaned down, pressing his lips to Vincent’s neck, his breath hot against his skin.

“I’m close,” Rody whispered against Vincent’s skin, his voice barely more than a breath. “So close…”

Vincent’s only response was a soft, broken moan, his body tensing beneath Rody’s as he pulled him closer, deeper. The intensity between them was overwhelming, consuming, and Rody could feel himself teetering on the edge.

With one final, desperate thrust, Rody felt himself fall over the edge, his body trembling as he came, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Vincent followed moments later, his body arching beneath Rody’s as he let out a soft, breathless cry of pleasure.

For a moment, neither of them moved, both of them lost in the aftermath of their release, their bodies trembling and spent. Rody collapsed onto Vincent, his forehead resting against his shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

Vincent’s fingers moved to tangle in Rody’s hair, his touch gentle, soothing, and Rody could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the sound of their heartbeats filling the quiet room.

“You’re unbelievable,” Vincent whispered softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection, and Rody couldn’t help but smile at the words.

“So are you,” Rody replied, pressing a soft kiss to Vincent’s collarbone, his heart still pounding in his chest.

Vincent let out a quiet chuckle, his fingers trailing lazily through Rody’s hair. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

Rody grinned, shifting slightly so he could look up at Vincent. “Can you blame me?” he teased, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You’re impossible to resist.”

Vincent’s eyes softened at the words, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Good thing I’m yours, then,” he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

Rody’s heart swelled at the words, and he leaned down to kiss Vincent again, slow and tender, savoring the warmth of the moment.

Vincent was his—completely his—and Rody would never get enough.