[The smirk that flitted briefly across Kit's face wasn't particularly kind, but then, neither was any of the punishment Vincent and he were inflicting upon each other. The bloody grooves left across each other's skin, the bites and bruises, none of it was the sort of thing people who cared did to each other. Unless, of course, they were completely out of their minds and insane. Or maybe demons wearing human skin.
Whatever the case, the promise of a perfect storm was what made the presence of Vincent's hands along the waistband of his pants so welcome. Groaning as he pushed himself upright, tongue lapping up traces of the other boy's blood on his lips, Kit indicated his approval with a nod. He knew what Vincent wanted because he wanted the same thing.
The button of his jeans and the zipper both were undone swiftly by his own hands before they found and violently tugged open the front of Vincent's pants, too.]
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Whatever the case, the promise of a perfect storm was what made the presence of Vincent's hands along the waistband of his pants so welcome. Groaning as he pushed himself upright, tongue lapping up traces of the other boy's blood on his lips, Kit indicated his approval with a nod. He knew what Vincent wanted because he wanted the same thing.
The button of his jeans and the zipper both were undone swiftly by his own hands before they found and violently tugged open the front of Vincent's pants, too.]