Warning:Sexual content
(Is it bad that I still cringe while writing smut?)
It wasn’t the first time Rody had found himself in this position, hovering over Vincent, eyes drinking in the sight of him sprawled out on the bed, flushed and panting. They’d done this plenty of times before-way too many for Vincent to still be pretending like he wasn’t completely into it. But every time, without fail, Vincent would get all shy and awkward, like he wasn’t the one melting under Rody’s touch just minutes later.
Rody loved it. Loved how, no matter how many times they crossed this line, Vincent still blushed, still tried to act like it was something new.
“You don’t have to play coy with me, you know,” Rody teased, his fingers ghosting over Vincent’s collar, popping open the first button of his shirt. He watched as Vincent’s breath caught, his dark eyes flicking away, that embarrassed flush creeping up his neck again.
“I’m not-” Vincent started, his voice wavering, but Rody just chuckled softly, cutting him off with a quick peck to his lips.
“You are,” Rody said with a grin, pulling back just enough to catch Vincent’s expression. “But that’s alright. I kinda like it when you get all shy.”
Vincent groaned softly, his hand coming up to cover his face, but Rody wasn’t having it. He grabbed Vincent’s wrist, pinning it gently beside his head. “Don’t hide from me, Vince. I wanna see you.”
“Rody…” Vincent muttered, his voice a little breathless, a little exasperated, but Rody could see the way his body relaxed under him, the way he subtly tilted his head back like he was waiting for more. He always got like this-half resistant, half eager, and completely terrible at hiding how much he loved it.
“C’mon, look at me,” Rody coaxed, dipping his head lower, nipping lightly at Vincent’s neck. The small gasp Vincent let out made Rody grin against his skin. “I know you like this. You always do.”
Vincent whimpered softly, his body arching up as Rody’s lips moved lower, trailing down his throat. “You’re insufferable,” Vincent muttered, but his voice was shaky, the words losing their bite when they were followed by a soft, involuntary moan as Rody’s hand slid under his shirt.
“And yet, you’re always here, right under me,” Rody shot back with a smirk, feeling the way Vincent trembled as his fingers brushed across his stomach.
Vincent opened his mouth to say something, but the words got lost in a soft whine as Rody’s fingers worked their way up, pushing his shirt higher, exposing more of that pale skin Rody could never get enough of.
“You’re so damn pretty,” Rody murmured, his voice low as his hand traveled up Vincent’s chest, feeling every shiver, every twitch. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the corner of Vincent’s mouth. “Especially when you get all worked up like this.”
Vincent turned his head, biting his lip, his face redder than ever. “Rody…” he tried again, his voice breathless, but Rody just smirked, slipping his hand up further to tease one of Vincent’s nipples. That earned him a sharp gasp, and Vincent’s back arched off the bed, his hands clutching at the sheets now.
“God, I love it when you make those sounds,” Rody said, his voice rough with want. “Don’t hold back. You don’t have to pretend with me.”
Vincent’s response was a soft, stuttering whimper, his body trembling under Rody’s touch. Rody knew exactly how to push him, knew exactly what made him squirm and gasp like that. They’d been doing this long enough for Rody to learn every weak spot, every little thing that made Vincent’s carefully composed exterior fall apart.
“You’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you?” Rody pressed, his voice a little teasing as he caught Vincent’s chin, tilting his head back so their eyes met. Vincent’s pupils were blown wide, his lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath.
“I-” Vincent started, but then his breath hitched, and he let out a soft moan as Rody’s thumb brushed over the sensitive skin again, his body arching up into the touch.
“I knew it,” Rody grinned, leaning down to capture Vincent’s lips in a kiss, deep and slow, savoring the way Vincent melted into it. Vincent’s hands finally came up to rest on Rody’s shoulders, fingers gripping tight, pulling him closer.
Vincent kissed back with more urgency now, his usual hesitation starting to crumble as the need took over. That’s how it always went. Vincent could only keep up the act for so long before he gave in completely, and Rody loved every second of watching him unravel.
“You know, I can always tell when you’re enjoying yourself,” Rody murmured against his lips, his voice low, his hand slipping lower again, teasingly skimming across Vincent’s waist. “You always get so… responsive.”
Vincent groaned softly, tilting his head back, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, and his hands fisted in the sheets, that usual embarrassment still warring with the obvious pleasure Rody was pulling out of him.
“You’re such a pain,” Vincent muttered, but his voice was so breathy and wrecked that it just made Rody grin wider.
“And you’re so pretty when you’re like this,” Rody shot back, pressing another kiss to Vincent’s jaw, his fingers tracing a path lower, feeling the way Vincent’s body tensed in anticipation.
“I-” Vincent’s voice caught in his throat, and a soft, helpless sound escaped him as Rody’s hand finally moved to exactly where he wanted it. His eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against the pillow, his body trembling under Rody’s touch.
“That’s it,” Rody whispered, his voice filled with that same teasing affection. “Don’t be shy, Vince. You know you love it when I get my hands on you.”
Vincent tried to say something, but it came out as nothing more than a whimper, his body shuddering as Rody’s hand worked him over with slow, deliberate movements. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, and Rody could feel how hard he was trying to keep himself together, but it wasn’t working. Not this time.
“God, you’re so sensitive,” Rody murmured, his lips brushing against Vincent’s ear. “It’s like you’ve been waiting for me all day.”
Vincent’s fingers tightened in the sheets, his whole body tense and trembling, his face flushed a deep red. He was so damn beautiful like this, all helpless and desperate, his usual composure long gone.
And Rody loved every second of it.
Vincent was trembling under Rody’s hands, every bit of control slipping away, just like always. No matter how much he tried to stay composed, it was impossible when Rody touched him like that-slow and teasing, pushing him right to the edge with barely any effort.
“Rody…” Vincent’s voice cracked, his breath hitching as he tried to pull himself together, but Rody wasn’t having any of it. He leaned in close, lips brushing against Vincent’s ear, his breath hot against his skin.
“Don’t fight it,” Rody murmured, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down Vincent’s spine. “I know you love it.”
Vincent groaned, turning his head to the side, his face flushed with both embarrassment and need. His hands were fisted in the sheets, the tension in his body evident as he fought to keep himself from completely losing it. But Rody wasn’t about to let that happen. He knew Vincent too well by now, knew exactly what made him fall apart.
“You don’t have to be shy with me,” Rody whispered, his fingers tracing down Vincent’s chest, feeling the way his breath caught with every touch. “I know how much you like this.”
Vincent whimpered softly, his eyes squeezing shut as Rody’s hand slipped lower, brushing against the waistband of his trousers. He let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with anticipation, but Rody wasn’t in a rush. He loved drawing it out, watching Vincent squirm under his touch, knowing exactly how much he could push him.
“Rody, please…” Vincent’s voice was barely a whisper, strained with need, and that just made Rody grin wider. He loved it when Vincent got like this-so desperate, so undone, even though he tried so hard to keep it together.
“Please what?” Rody asked, his tone playful as his fingers teased along the edge of Vincent’s waistband, his other hand pressing down gently on Vincent’s chest to keep him in place. “You have to tell me what you want, Vince.”
Vincent bit his lip, his eyes still squeezed shut, his face bright red. Rody could see the struggle written all over his face-how much he wanted it but couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“C’mon,” Rody coaxed, his voice a little softer now, though the teasing lilt was still there. “I know you can do it. Just tell me what you want.”
Vincent’s breath hitched again, and after a long moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice so quiet Rody barely caught it.
“You,” Vincent whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “I want you.”
Rody’s grin widened, his heart pounding in his chest at the sound of those words. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Vincent’s lips, savoring the way he melted into it, the last bit of tension slipping away from his body.
“Good boy,” Rody murmured against his lips, his hand finally slipping under Vincent’s waistband, eliciting a soft gasp from him. Vincent’s hips jerked involuntarily, his hands flying to Rody’s shoulders, gripping him tight as Rody’s hand moved with deliberate slowness, drawing out every little whimper and moan.
Vincent was completely at Rody’s mercy now, his body trembling, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His eyes were still squeezed shut, his face flushed deep red as he tried to hold back the sounds threatening to spill from his lips, but Rody wasn’t going to let him hide.
“I want to hear you, Vince,” Rody whispered, his voice low and rough with need. “Don’t hold back.”
That was all it took. Vincent let out a soft, broken moan, his body arching up into Rody’s touch, every bit of his usual restraint crumbling away. He was so sensitive, so responsive, and Rody couldn’t get enough of it. The way Vincent’s body reacted to him, the way he shuddered and gasped with every movement-it was intoxicating.
“You look so beautiful like this,” Rody breathed, his hand working faster now, feeling Vincent’s body tense and tremble beneath him. “All spread out for me… you’re perfect.”
Vincent’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, his hands gripping Rody’s shoulders like a lifeline as he teetered on the edge. His eyes fluttered open for just a moment, meeting Rody’s gaze, and the vulnerability in his expression made Rody’s heart skip a beat.
He leaned down, capturing Vincent’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing the soft moan that slipped from him as Rody pushed him closer and closer to the brink. Vincent’s body was trembling now, his fingers digging into Rody’s skin as he lost himself completely in the sensation.
“Rody, I-” Vincent’s voice was breathless, desperate, but Rody already knew. He could feel it, the way Vincent’s body tensed, the way his breath hitched, the way he was right on the edge of falling apart.
“I’ve got you,” Rody murmured, his voice soft but filled with raw affection. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to Vincent’s, his hand moving faster now, pushing him over the edge.
Vincent let out a broken cry, his body shuddering violently as he came, his hands clutching at Rody’s shoulders, his face buried in Rody’s neck. Rody held him through it, whispering soft reassurances in his ear, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt Vincent come undone in his arms.
It took a moment for Vincent to come back down, his body still trembling slightly as he caught his breath, his head resting against Rody’s shoulder. Rody ran a hand through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple, his heart swelling with affection.
“You did so good,” Rody whispered, his voice soft and full of warmth. “So good for me.”
Vincent let out a soft, tired laugh, his face still flushed as he buried it further into Rody’s neck. “You’re really insufferable,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words, just the soft hum of contentment.
“And yet, you’re always here,” Rody teased, pulling back just enough to look at Vincent’s face. He was still blushing, his dark hair a mess, his expression somewhere between exasperation and satisfaction.
Vincent sighed, but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, even though he was clearly trying to hide it. “Yeah, yeah… you win, alright?”
Rody grinned, leaning down to press another soft kiss to Vincent’s lips. “Damn right, I win.”
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