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Today was rather unsuccessful and uncomfortable. The three dhampirs parted ways in the morning, to cover more ground in search of sought after intel for the old man. Unfortunately, this search ended in vain. Dante wonders if he’ll even get paid for this job, and he mutters some obscenities at the thought, worming his way through the evening crowd on the streets.
He wonders if his skills of finessing information out of people have gone soft. He wonders how that could be. Maybe it’s just one of those days. Surely those best in their craft have their off days, right? Or maybe he hasn’t been feeling well. Dante looks ahead, intensely, deep in thought. Body aches from some tight garment can’t hinder his skills, he thinks to himself and scoffs.
The dhampir lumbers through the doorway, exhaling as he did so. He’s a little more than tired and achy. The whole apartment is dark, shrouded in a mute blue, only dimly lit by a warm lamp in the hallway and the fleeing light from outside. Dante figures Riche is out with her friend from Hotel Chouchou, seeing how dark and still their home is. As for Johann, knowing his schedule lately, he might still be out and about. Dante kicks off his shoes and heads to the bedroom.
As he opens the closet to shrug off his suit, he feels two gentle hands on his shoulders. The familiar lavender minty scent flowing to his nose soon follows. He jolts slightly, but lacks the energy to really be spooked.
“How was it today, dear?” The silver haired man speaks softly, taking off Dante’s suit and hanging it up with much care.
He resists responding with an indiscernible sound. “Uhh… could’ve gotten more info outta this guy… Machina won’t be too pleased.”
His tone of voice seems to have concerned his boyfriend. He twists around from the closet and places both hands on either side of Dante’s waist, and their foreheads touch. “It’s okay dearheart. There’s still time,” he whispers.
“Yeah but-“
Johann sushes the shorter one. “We’ll just have to be more careful with our budgeting this month is all. Then next month, let me take you to that restaurant that just opened recently! I heard their wine and dishes are to die for.” He kisses his forehead.
Dante’s voice is soft, but has an air of sternness toward the end. “Sure… only if we can comfortably afford it.”
The room goes quiet. All they can hear are each other’s breathing. Johann’s is relaxed, rhythmic, while Dante’s- not so much. Strained.
“Yknow, I just don’t understand the uniforms we have to wear for this. It makes us too obvious- and hey, is the corset really necessary??” The redhead pipes up.
Johann chuckles lightly, “I guess you’re right, maybe it does! But… I think it makes us look rather sharp and put-together. Especially you, handsome.” Johann purrs.
Dante tries to hide his blush and looks to the side. “It could really do without the corset though… today it’s been killin’ me. Can you take it off?”
The former gives him a sly smirk. They both tend to help each other put on their uniforms in the morning, and Johann in particular seems to really enjoy helping Dante with his corset. Dante just shrugs it off as Johann being himself.
“Isn’t there a certain word you’re supposed to say when asking someone for a favour, hmm?” The silver dhampir tilts his head. “Besides, I already helped you with your suit.” He steps back, leaning his head into his own palm and looks Dante up and down. There’s something ravenous behind those eyes as he admires how the clothing piece accentuates his pecs, coupled with the tension around his waist.
“…Please.”
“Yes, my love,” Johann steps forward, placing a palm against Dante’s midsection and leaving it there as he circles behind him. Another hand makes its way to his midsection and he feels his away around. Teasingly.
“Johann…” The other whimpers.
“Patience, darling.” He continues to feel around, taking note of the curves, feeling his stifled breaths, and the subtle patterning of the fabric. “My, it feels quite tight. Did I do that?”
“… Who was it that put this on me?” Dante grumbles.
Johann plants a kiss on the back of his neck and he lingers there. He can’t help his grin. “You wanted me to.”
“Yeah but-“ Dante sighs. He shuts his eyes and focuses on the sensations of his partner’s teasing hands on his tender body.
Johann delicately takes both ends of the tie in his fingers, loosening, then tightening the garment soon after. The corners of his lips curl into a conniving smirk.
Slowly it constricts, somehow more tight than it was today, feeling like a snake trapping its prey. Dante’s breaths become more laboured, “Johann… you know how to take off a corset,” His voice sounds strained, “…What are you doing…”
“C’mere,” Johann gently instructs, pulling Dante by the tie of the corset to their bed- further tightening the garment in turn.
Dante grunts as he sits down on the bed, immediately planting his hands behind him as he leans back. “I can’t sit with this thing on,” he moans.
The silver dham slides onto the bed and settles behind Dante. He rests his chin on his shoulder, nuzzling into the dham’s neck and one hand plays with a handful of breast. The other hand pulls the corset strings back. “Mmh.. it lifts your breasts up real nicely, you know.”
Dante’s face turns red, “Shut up…”
The tall dham peppers kisses all around Dante’s neck and jawline as he continues to play with the breast, his thumb making circles on his hard nipple. The redhead lets out a breathy whimper, the constriction of the garment has just become too much.
Johann’s boyfriend senses are as sharp as a whistle, and immediately he makes his way to his front, straddling himself on Dante’s lap. He wraps his arms around him while simultaneously kissing and biting at his collarbone and neck. His hands work with nimble dexterity to loosen the tie, undo the buttons one by one, then, finally, a wave of relief.
The corset eagerly comes undone, almost flying off.
Dante groans loudly. “ Oohh… fuck… I’m never wearing that thing again.”
He lets himself fall forward into Johann, as the taller one throws the corset to the side and gently holds him. Lithe hands slowly rub in large circles on his back. Some pleasured sounds escape Dante’s mouth, but he doesn’t give it much thought at all, he’s just focused on how good this sensation on his back feels.
“Mmnh… damn you…” Dante mutters and eagerly, desperately, plants kisses all over his neck and jawline. A strong hand buries in the other’s silky silver locks, massaging the scalp. His eyes flit down and see Johann’s tie already undone. He’s a little bummed out he doesn’t have the honour of doing that job himself, he sighs, and gently slides it out from under the collar. He throws the tie to the side and gets to unbuttoning the silver dhampir’s shirt.
“Someone’s eager,” Johann’s teasing remark is smooth and sweet like honey.
In response, Dante leans forward and gives a bite to the side of his pale neck. Johann’s breath hitches at the sensation as Dante continues to fumble with the buttons. Dammit, these just won’t open, he curses to himself. In frustration he gives up, and in a fit of thirst slides his hands up the dham’s shirt, stroking the porcelain smooth skin. Feeling every inch of softness with every fibre of his being, Dante’s hands slowly travel from his stomach to chest, lifting up the entire dress shirt. Faint scars and other little imperfections adorned his body, yet to Dante, he glimmered like untouched snow in the dusk rays. He has to take a minute to take him all in.
He’s so caught in a daze though, that before he knows it, he’s pushed onto his back, Johann leaning over him. Rubbing it in his face that he can undo his lover’s top with much ease, while Dante struggled with his. Not that he minds. With arms sprawled relaxingly up near his head, Dante gazes into pale violet eyes.
Johann licks his lips, eyeing all of his lover. He traces a finger all the way from his chest to his belt, following the trail of hair on Dante’s belly. He watches him slightly tense up wherever his finger makes contact.
“Oh, none of that tonight please, I'm exhausted…” Dante grumbles.
“Don’t you worry… I’m just enjoying your existence is all… you’re beautiful.” Johann purrs. He holds the dhampir’s waist, grabbing onto his love handles tenderly. He massages his sore body, prompting him to moan. There’s a glint of gold in his eyes as Johann leans forward, and their lips touch. They both savour the taste of each other, breathe each other in. Dante wraps his arms around the silver dham, feeling bumps of past scars on otherwise smooth skin.
They pull apart, and Johann is sure to swallow the string of saliva that keeps them together. He licks his lips. Their breaths have now become synced, hot and heavy pants. Dante holds Johann’s hips, his thumbs gently rubbing on either side. Lavender eyes, gazing down upon him, are feverish with something primal. Phantom fangs itch to devour him senseless on every inch of his body.
There’s such ecstasy from the relief of the constrained garment to the kiss they shared that the former can’t help but just lay in bliss.
“You’re divine…” Johann breathes, and gloved hands once again find themselves grazing Dante’s waist. Gently admiring the faint stretch marks, and the occasional mole. He feels all the indents the corset has left behind, massaging as he does so. “I’m sorry it left all these marks on you. Does it hurt?”
The redhead tries to stifle his groaning and manages a response, “Had me bothered all day.”
A soft whine escapes the other dham as he lifts himself off his lap and flops down onto the bed next to Dante. Johann turns his head to him with such warmth in his gaze. “I was the one who put it on you. Why didn’t you say anything today? You’re always welcome to send Virgil over to me for any reason.”
Dante sighs and rests an arm over his eyes. “I… thought it would be a waste to.”
“My dear, any message that comes from you is never a wasted one. Especially if you’re in pain!” The pale dham shifts himself closer and rolls to his side to face him.
“Hmph…” He can’t let anyone find out about him calling his boyfriend over because he’s feeling too restrained in a corset. Especially if the quack knew, he’d never hear the end of that. Dante would do absolutely anything to prevent his doctor friend from catching wind of this.
A few minutes of comfortable silence passes.
Johann traces a circle on the soft flank of his partner. “Say… maybe we could take something like this to the bedroom.”
“What?” Dante feels a bit clueless.
“Well, it doesn’t have to be a corset… Just as long as either one of us is getting tied up all nice and…”
A long rumble interrupts him. The pale dhampir places a hand over his middle and laughs, “My, it appears I've lost track of time! Are you feeling up to cooking something before it gets too late, dear?” He follows up with a gentle kiss to Dante’s forehead.
The ruddy-haired guffaws at his boyfriend and returns the forehead kiss.
“ Course I am.”