PERSONA NON GRATA || A CODMW AU

Oxytocin (CW: NSFW)

"A dream about me?" Yuri looks sympathetic as he runs his fingers through Vladimir's hair, obviously still under the impression it wasn't good. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Again, Vladimir hesitates. It absolutely wasn't a nightmare in the slightest, but the demon assumes that telling the priest his face was between Vladimir's legs in the dream might not be a good idea. However, perhaps there's a way he can describe it that won't be so... lewd.

Vladimir doubts it, but it's worth a shot regardless.

"It was a good dream, don't worry," the Incubus starts with an awkward laugh, "but it was... sexual. Y-you were pleasuring me, and..."

He trails off as he sees Yuri's face slowly turning red. Vladimir then shuts up and looks away, regret and shame beginning to creep up on him—

"I'm not judging you; it's okay," Yuri quickly says, wrapping an arm around Vladimir to try and comfort him. "I've actually had a few of those dreams myself," the priest admits next, in a quiet voice. "Would it... help to talk about it further?"

Cuddling up to Yuri now, Vladimir feels instant relief, and surprise. So he's not the only one... the demon nods, speaking in the same soft tone. "In the dream, you were tasting me," Vladimir confesses. "You were holding my hips so tightly, and it felt so good, but I didn't get to finish..."

He shifts a little as he recalls this, wondering if the priest has ever had similar scenarios in his own dreams. Fuck, it's not like Vladimir hasn't fantasized about being on his knees for Yuri. Maybe they can make both their dreams come true.

It seems Yuri's thinking the same thing. As he processes the demon's words, he slowly moves his hand down to rest on Vladimir's waist. "Can I... help, then?" The priest asks, feeling a little bold. "I think I'm ready to do more with you, so..."

Instead of words, Vladimir slowly pulls Yuri into a kiss.

Yuri returns it instantly, gently pulling the demon on top of him. He feels Vladimir's hands on his waist, briefly breaking the kiss to remove the priest's shirt before kissing Yuri again and rubbing their tongues together.

"Have you done this before?" Vladimir asks as they part for air, rubbing the priest's sides slowly.

"Only once, before I joined the church," Yuri admits before slowly lifting Vladimir's shirt up. The usual religious guilt lurks in the priest's mind as he recalls it; just an old fling in his hometown with another man. Something sinful, everyone else had told him.

But almost as if Vladimir can read Yuri's mind, the demon smiles gently and softly kisses the other as reassurance. "It's not a sin to be in love."

Yuri returns the kiss, as well as the smile. "I love you, Volodenka," he whispers in response.

"I love you too, Yurochka," Vladimir grins as he takes off his shirt for Yuri, revealing more of his pale skin and two anchor-like markings under his chest. "And you deserve this love more than anything."

Love floods the priest's mind—whether from a hidden power of the Incubus or just from the current situation, Yuri can't say, but he doesn't care enough to pin it down.

He traces the markings on Vladimir's chest, reaching up to carefully pinch his nipples and hearing the demon sigh in appreciation. Vladimir returns the motion on Yuri's own chest, slowly rolling his hips as the priest begins to swell under him.

"Mmm..." Yuri makes a soft noise of his own, running his hands down the demon's stomach and stopping at his waistband. "Do you mind..?"

"Please," Vladimir nearly whimpers, shifting once more so Yuri can fully undress him. He then lies next to the priest on the bed, looking away as Yuri appears to examine between his legs.