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"You're needy tonight, aren't you?" Alastor spoke clearly, amused by the growing lack of control from his partner. "What made it happen this time?"
Vincent whined, panting hot breath against the crease of his neck. "Th-the look in your eyes when you executed him. The steadiness of your hand holding the knife."
Alastor's eyebrows rose. "Really?" He asked rhetorically. His fingers continued their caressing through Vincent's thin hair without conscious awareness.
Vincent nodded, kissing up his neck before their lips met again. He hummed desperately into it, feeling the vibration bleed into Alastor's mouth.
At a sharp thrust of the hips, he cut off the kiss with a groan, resting his forehead on Alastor's chest as he rapidly ground his hard prick forward.
"Easy, there," Alastor cooed after several thrusts, running his hand down Vincent's back. He felt a tremor spark under his fingertips. He wrapped his hand around his hips, holding him in place. "We wouldn't want you ruining the fun early, now would we?"
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Vincent gets worked up after a kill.