[He's not oblivious to the tenting of Junpei's pants. Even though he's not able to see with his eyes, Vanitas can feel it when hips shift beneath him.
His hair falls down masking his face as he looks down at Junpei, wondering what it could be that he sees looking at him from that angle. He's far more interested in how the other looks from his own perspective. Vanitas is deliberate when he seeks out Junpei's lips again, shifting his weight to move against him to provide some friction. He's getting hard too, but chasing the feeling instead of fleeing from it.]
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His hair falls down masking his face as he looks down at Junpei, wondering what it could be that he sees looking at him from that angle. He's far more interested in how the other looks from his own perspective. Vanitas is deliberate when he seeks out Junpei's lips again, shifting his weight to move against him to provide some friction. He's getting hard too, but chasing the feeling instead of fleeing from it.]
Put your hands on me.