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[Kerry is grateful that he doesn't have to answer that in any way other than kissing V back. His heart feels too full anyway, the only words that would make sense of it would have to be put in a song. The kiss, though, that makes sense. He can pour his love into it and share that with V.]

[ Caught up in the kiss feels a lot better than being caught up in everything else. He's no further along figuring out what the fuck to do about it all, but what he does have is the love and support from Kerry. He's over his bout of crying at everything like when he first arrived, but if he wasn't he'd be crying now. ]

Think I got a way to show you how much.

[ Which is all the warning he's giving before his hands are dropping to the fastening of Kerry's pants. ]

[Kerry makes a soft, pleased sound. He moves his arms to lift them and give V space he needs to do what he likes.]

Oh? Think I'll like this idea...

Yeah, you're gonna love it.

[ Shooting Kerry a conspiratorial smirk, V's fingers deftly loosen enough material away from the smooth plane of Kerry's abdomen. The gap's just big for him to slide in a hand, knuckles gliding through soft curls and fingers splaying as they slide either side of the other man's cock to squeeze lightly. ]

[Kerry leans back and groans, letting himself settle into the pleasure of V touching him. It's his favorite addiction.]

Fuckin' hell... [He mumbles, voice low.]

Can't even think properly now.

Don't gotta think. Just gotta feel.

[ Such sage advice. One that he's going to take himself too.

And he's not going to give Kerry time to think at all, instead shifting and twisting, dropping to his knees and dragging Kerry's pants and underwear down to just below the curve of his ass with his fingernails. ]

[As V works to expose his body, Kerry's hips shift to help where he can.]

Think you're the one copping a feel there...

Ya blame me?

[ Exhaling an amused breath through his nose, V's face nestles into those soft curls, forehead pressed up against Kerry's abdomen and lips curved up into a smile. There's more to say - always is - but right now not thinking about it feels good. And if he can make Kerry feel good too? All the more reason to throw himself into this. He's aching for that connection, for the connection that's only heightened to impossible levels by Manna.

With fingers wrapped around Kerry's cock to stroke him to hardness, he turns his face just enough to press tongue-moistened lips to the base. ]

[V always seems to have the ability to make his body respond as if he's a teenager. With the flow of Mana between them, that feeling is amplified. V's hands and face feel impossibly hot.

He moves his hand to touch the back of V's head, fingers slipping into his hair. More contact means more Synchrony. He can feed off the way that V feels about him and make his own desire grow.]

Not for a second...

[ The fingers through the back of his hair only serve to encourage him, to set aside what was troubling him when he arrived and just enjoy this feeling of Synchrony between them. Nobody's gotten anywhere close to how he feels when he touches Kerry, and he can't imagine feeling anything but this close to the man.

Smiling against the base of Kerry's cock, V's slow but thorough as his hand loosens just enough, fingers sliding apart so he can kiss the entire length, doesn't stop until his lips are pressed together to the very tip. Only then do his optics flick upward to catch sight of Kerry, the picture he's creating for his input wholly on purpose with his cock pressed up against lips that promise a good time. ]

[Kerry watches V's every movement. A soft groan escapes him as V kisses his entire cock. He finds every second of this perfect. When V looks back up at him he gives his lover a small smile.]

Never get tired of seeing you worship my cock. [His voice is low and his gaze is overrun with the desire he feels for V.] You look so good like this.

Love doin' this to ya.

[ Pleasure rippling across his skin, V's lips curve up into a smile, mouth moving against the tip of Kerry's cock. Outside of the groan he's already getting all the feedback he needs from their connection. Synchrony at its peak. ]

Wanna hear ya, Ker.

[ It's the only request he's going to make, the only ask he's got. He wants to hear the way Kerry groans into the space around them. Tongue slipping from behind his teeth to moisten his lips, he doesn't need to guess what that feels like against the head of Kerry's cock.

It's good, he knows it. Can feel it. And finally there's nothing he wants more than to slide that cock over the flat of his tongue, inch by inch and teasing the head at the back of his throat. ]

[Kerry has a hard time denying V anyway, and this request is what he wants too. He wants to be vocal with V, to make sure that he knows exactly how good it feels to be with him. It's easy to give into that desire with V's coaxing and he lets himself do just that.

When they're done, he and V are pressed up against each other and his arm is wrapped around V.]

Hope this means you're feelin' better? [He teases lightly as he kisses V's shoulder.]

[ Damp with sweat and wearing an expression that's sleepily satisfied, for a few moments V's only capable of a nod and a smile. Kerry might be decades older than him but his libido shows as much sign of slowing down as the rest of him - not at all.

Moments like these are almost exclusively the only time V actually slows down. Wrapped up in Kerry's arms and enjoying the closeness between them is both elevating and grounding in ways that outstrip other experiences by miles. ]

Always feel better when I'm with you. And most of the time fucked to the bone too.

[ Which he's clearly got no problem with. Not either of their fault they just fit together like uniquely-shaped pieces of the puzzle life is sometimes. Or maybe it's both their fault. Either way V's not complaining, and he does feel a lot less tense. ]

[Kerry chuckles and nuzzles against V.] It's nice though, being able to do this basically every day.

Back home, plenty of times we end up apart 'cause of work. Feels like a vacation.

Think they call it domesticity.

[ With Kerry nuzzling up to him, V waits until he's settled before wrapping his arms around his slender frame again. He's smiling though, poking gentle fun at their life here.

It makes him ache all the more for his memories back; he wants so badly to remember what their life had been like after everything. ]

How long's it usually take me to actually leave for work? 'cause I can't imagine it's easy leavin' you. Don't I get boss privilege or somethin'? Thought I was the big dog, ya said.

[ Part of that is a joke too. He can't imagine wanting to leave Kerry to go work, but he's also not the type of choom to slack off either. Always looking for the next step, the next opportunity. ]

Come on, V. You honestly think you could stand to be domestic for more than a couple 'o weeks?

You were off doin' missions and lookin' for a way to resources to save yourself. Hated the idea of relyin' on my money, no matter how much I offered, and it failed us anyways. After you got control of the Afterlife it just meant you could take on dangerous jobs to find an answer how to heal your brain.

Last we saw each other back home, you were heading off for a heist on the Crystal Palace of all places. I mean, shit... Sometimes I think that's real hot, other times I can't help but worry.

[ Looking for a way to save himself back home's not hard to imagine. Despite what Johnny said, despite the thoughts he let get to him, he wants to survive. He wants it so badly. While Kerry knows him deeply enough to know that it's impossible for him to stay static in one place for any length of time, he's just as sure of something else. ]

Wherever I am... don't doubt that I can't wait to get back to ya.

[ There's no question about that. Adventure's what he aches for, but family - people he loves - he aches for them just as much. ]

I don't doubt it either.

[Kerry replies with a smile. He misses V when they're apart too.]

Just know that reunion is gonna be hot as hell. Probably'll need a few days to recover.

[ He loves Kerry more than he's eloquent enough to explain. He's read poetry before, back when he was a kid more than now, and could probably quote some of it still. But he wants the words to be his own, just like Ker's are when he writes songs. ]

Don't doubt it.

Probably gonna have to lay low. Can't think of anybody I'd want to lay low with more.

[ It's the biggest indicator that he can give that he fully believes he'll return. No part of him believes that he went thinking he wasn't going to, and he'll fight with everything he's got inside of him to make sure he does. ]

Definitely.

We should go on a trip. Maybe Boracay?

Beaches there ain't what they used to be, but when you know what you're lookin' for, you can still get a pretty good like vacay spot.

Count me in. You, me, a beach that doesn't smell like shit? Never gonna say no to that.

We haven't had a chance to visit yet... Too much shit happenin.'

We definitely gotta once we're back. I wanna show you the whole world. Least the parts worth seein.'

Know I can't say no to an adventure either.

[ Despite how fucked up he feels about everything going on, everything he knows second-hand is waiting for them at home, he can feel the thrill of excitement at the idea. Traveling with Kerry, seeing new places. Just being on the move and exploring new parts of the world he's never seen before. ]

I'll show ya how to be a nomad.

[Kerry makes an amused sound at that.]

They got olives for my martinis with nomad caravans?

[He has spent time off the grid before. Every time he visits his guru that's the experience there. But he's not really the type to travel the way nomads do.]

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