[ It's fine. Van accepts he kiss eagerly, devouring Ven's mouth in return. Being an Iris is a blessing in this instance. There's no discomfort or need to adjust. Only blissful friction.
And it's that friction that Van seeks, brain pretty muddled with thoughts of sex, pleasure, and frankly? Ventus. So he moves against him by rocking his hips. Fingers grab and twist in sheets. When Ventus isn't kissing him, Van's moans fill the room. ]
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And it's that friction that Van seeks, brain pretty muddled with thoughts of sex, pleasure, and frankly? Ventus. So he moves against him by rocking his hips. Fingers grab and twist in sheets. When Ventus isn't kissing him, Van's moans fill the room. ]