Dead Plate Oneshots Irresistible

Warning: Slight sexual content, sexual acts in public

Rody had never imagined that the clingiest, most affectionate partner he’d ever find would be Vincent, of all people. Somehow, the brooding man he’d once thought aloof had turned out to be the most persistent cuddler, latching onto him at any chance he got.

Vincent would slip onto his lap when they were alone at home, nestling himself comfortably, one arm winding around Rody’s neck as if that was where he belonged. Vincent’s head would rest against his shoulder, his hair soft against Rody’s cheek, and his other hand would gently trace absent-minded patterns over Rody’s chest. It was such a stark contrast to his serious, reserved personality, and Rody couldn’t get enough of it. No matter what they were doing—watching a movie, reading, or even scrolling through their phones—Vincent seemed happiest sitting on Rody’s lap, fully leaning into him.

Rody didn’t mind; in fact, he adored it. He loved Vincent’s warmth, the feeling of being wrapped up in him. He loved the way Vincent would sometimes press his face into Rody’s neck, sighing softly as though Rody was his favorite place to be. It made his heart melt every time.

But there was one minor complication with Vincent’s clinginess. Or, well, perhaps not so minor—especially when Vincent chose to sit on Rody’s lap in public.

It was one thing when they were at home, where Rody could let his mind wander and enjoy Vincent’s warmth freely. But when Vincent would casually settle on his lap in public, wrapping those slender arms around Rody and leaning his whole weight into him, it stirred up a very different feeling. Vincent’s body was lean and warm, and he fit so perfectly against Rody that it became almost impossible to keep his thoughts innocent. The warmth in his stomach would start to spread, growing heavier and more intense, until he’d find himself shifting uncomfortably, hoping Vincent wouldn’t notice the way his arousal was building.

Today, they were at a small, quiet cafe, Vincent sitting comfortably in Rody’s lap as though he had every right to be there. Rody wrapped his arms around Vincent’s waist, rubbing gentle circles on his back, trying to keep himself under control. But the more Vincent nestled against him, the harder it became to ignore the growing heat low in his belly.

“Mm, you’re comfy,” Vincent murmured, oblivious to Rody’s struggle. He sighed, snuggling closer, his breath warm against Rody’s neck as his fingers played idly with Rody’s shirt collar.

Rody cleared his throat, trying to focus on anything else. “You’re pretty comfy yourself,” he managed, though his voice was thick. He could feel Vincent’s weight on his lap, pressing down in all the wrong—and all the right—places, his boyfriend’s closeness making him ache in a way that was impossible to ignore.

Vincent shifted, repositioning himself slightly, and Rody sucked in a breath as the pressure changed, intensifying his arousal. He bit his lip, willing himself to calm down, but it was useless. Vincent, adorable and unassuming as ever, had no idea of the effect he was having, sitting innocently on Rody’s lap while his presence drove Rody to the edge.

Vincent looked up, catching Rody’s flushed face, a small, playful smile curving on his lips. “Something wrong?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, his fingers tracing over Rody’s collarbone.

Rody swallowed, his cheeks reddening. “N-no, nothing at all.” He forced a smile, but he could tell Vincent wasn’t fooled. Vincent’s dark eyes sparkled, his smile widening, and Rody knew he was caught.

“Are you sure?” Vincent’s tone had taken on a teasing lilt, his fingers brushing up against Rody’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “You seem… a little tense.”

Rody laughed awkwardly, his hands tightening on Vincent’s waist as he shifted in his seat, praying Vincent wouldn’t press any further. But of course, Vincent had never been one to let things slide easily.

“Maybe I could help you relax a little.” Vincent’s voice was soft, almost a purr, his breath brushing against Rody’s ear. He leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Rody’s neck, and Rody’s grip on him tightened, his heart racing as Vincent’s lips ghosted over his skin.

“V-Vince,” he whispered, feeling himself flush hotter, “we’re in public…”

Vincent only smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, really?” he asked innocently, though his actions were anything but. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Rody groaned softly, trying to hold himself together, but Vincent was making it nearly impossible. Every small touch, every brush of Vincent’s fingers or press of his lips seemed to stoke the fire inside him, pushing him closer to the edge.

And then Vincent shifted again, settling himself even more comfortably in Rody’s lap, pressing down in a way that made Rody bite his lip hard, trying to stifle a groan. Vincent’s smirk widened as he felt Rody’s arousal beneath him, and he let out a soft hum of approval, tilting his head to nuzzle into Rody’s neck.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “I think it’s cute when you get all flustered.”

Rody’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, shaking his head. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Vincent’s temple.

“Maybe,” Vincent replied, grinning as he kissed Rody’s cheek, his arms tightening around his neck. “But you love it.”

Rody couldn’t argue with that.

Rody let out a shaky breath, his fingers pressing into Vincent’s waist as he tried to keep his composure. Vincent’s soft lips, warm breath, and playful smirk made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving Rody crazy.

“Of course, I love it,” Rody whispered back, his voice low and thick with desire. He shifted again, unable to ignore the heat Vincent’s weight was pressing into him, the way Vincent was watching him with those dark, teasing eyes. “But you don’t make it easy, you know.”

Vincent tilted his head, feigning innocence even as his fingers continued their gentle exploration of Rody’s collar and shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, voice soft, though his smirk betrayed him.

Rody let out a low chuckle, pulling Vincent just a bit closer. “Oh, I think you know exactly what you’re doing, Vincent.” His voice was almost a growl, his hands slipping from Vincent’s waist to rest on his hips, holding him firmly in place.

Vincent’s breath hitched, his smirk fading for just a second as Rody’s words registered. But he quickly regained his composure, letting out a soft hum as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Rody’s ear. “Well,” he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper, “maybe I just like seeing what you’ll do when I tease you.”

Rody’s hands tightened on Vincent’s hips, his heart pounding as he fought to keep control of himself. “You know this isn’t exactly the place…” he said, though his voice lacked conviction. He could feel Vincent’s smile against his skin, and it only made his restraint slip further.

“Are you sure?” Vincent purred, his fingers tracing over Rody’s chest in slow, lazy circles. “I mean… no one else is paying attention.” His voice had a wicked edge, and Rody felt the warmth in his stomach spread, his desire intensifying with each teasing touch.

Rody bit his lip, knowing he was reaching his limit. His hands slid up Vincent’s back, pulling him closer as he whispered, “Vince, if you keep this up, I won’t be able to hold back.”

Vincent’s breath caught, his cheeks flushing slightly, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing over Rody’s in a featherlight kiss. “Then don’t hold back,” he whispered against Rody’s mouth, his voice a daring challenge.

That was all it took for Rody’s last bit of control to snap. He captured Vincent’s lips in a deep, intense kiss, his hands pressing Vincent tightly against him as he poured every ounce of his pent-up desire into that kiss. Vincent responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around Rody’s neck as he melted into him, matching his passion with his own.

Rody could feel his heart racing, the world around them fading as he lost himself in the feel of Vincent’s lips, his warmth, his closeness. He wanted nothing more than to take Vincent right there, to let him know just how much he affected him, how much he needed him.

But just as things were heating up, a soft giggle from a nearby table snapped them back to reality. Rody pulled back, breathless and flustered, as he noticed a few onlookers glancing their way, some smiling knowingly, others politely pretending not to notice.

Vincent, ever unfazed, only chuckled, resting his forehead against Rody’s as he caught his breath. “Guess I got a little carried away,” he murmured, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Rody let out a breathy laugh, pressing a quick kiss to Vincent’s forehead. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” he whispered, his voice still thick with desire.

Vincent just smirked, his fingers tracing down Rody’s chest. “I could think of worse ways to go,” he replied softly, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

Rody shook his head, still laughing, though his hands stayed firmly on Vincent’s waist. “You’re impossible,” he said, though there was nothing but affection in his voice. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Vincent’s smile softened, and he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Rody’s lips. “Good,” he whispered, resting his head against Rody’s shoulder. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Rody wrapped his arms around Vincent, holding him close as he felt his heartbeat finally start to calm. Despite the public setting, the lingering embarrassment, and the warmth that still hummed through him, he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be than here, with Vincent in his arms, holding onto him like he was the most important thing in the world.

And as Vincent nestled against him, his breath soft and steady, Rody felt that familiar warmth settle in his chest—different this time, gentle and grounding. He tightened his hold on Vincent, a soft smile spreading across his face.

Maybe Vincent drove him crazy. Maybe he made it impossible to stay calm, impossible to focus, impossible to think straight.

But Rody loved him for it, every single bit.