[razlo is more than content allowing vash to believe it. if anything, it clues him in further to just what the blond is after.

that finger ghosts over vash's adams apple before his whole hand slides up and squeezes just under vash's jaw -- not angled to restrict airflow or bloodflow, but so that he feels the pressure of razlo's grip. he leans in, resisting the urge to bite as invited, just so he can drink in vash's expression. his own eyes are, impossibly, blown out even more than is typical.]

Y'tryin' to get me to fuck you, y'little weed? Alla your partners treat ya too tender -- y'need someone to shove ya down 'n have their way?