[Only a huff makes it out of Vash in response. A huff and, of course, a quirked brow. Wolfwood may want it, but it's a hell of an ask for one Vash the Stampede to deliberately do harm, even if it is being asked for. The cognitive dissonance makes his already spinning head start to ache.
It's swallowed down, at least, in favor of pulling just a little tighter. He's sure it's nowhere near what Wolfwood could tolerate, but. Look. He's trying, see. Even if those attempts are seriously defanged by the fingers that first press hard against the jut of his hips, then trace upward over the vulnerable skin of his now exposed back. The air might be warmer inside, but there's still a chill within the air.]
Nick - [The sound he makes is both more and less embarrassing than it could have been, when he thinks about it. He wasn't the first one to let out such a deeply affected noise. However, Wolfwood wasn't the one crooning his name over a simple damn touch.]
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It's swallowed down, at least, in favor of pulling just a little tighter. He's sure it's nowhere near what Wolfwood could tolerate, but. Look. He's trying, see. Even if those attempts are seriously defanged by the fingers that first press hard against the jut of his hips, then trace upward over the vulnerable skin of his now exposed back. The air might be warmer inside, but there's still a chill within the air.]
Nick - [The sound he makes is both more and less embarrassing than it could have been, when he thinks about it. He wasn't the first one to let out such a deeply affected noise. However, Wolfwood wasn't the one crooning his name over a simple damn touch.]
Y'feel... Y'feel good, y'know that?
[God help him, he's going to ramble.]