[Wolfwood isn't out here to make Vash do something he'd rather not, of course...but he is, maybe, just a tiny little bit masochistic sooooo, if Vash DID want to yank on his hair, or claw bloody lines into the backs of his shoulders, he sure as hell wouldn't be upset about that. And while Wolfwood hasn't yet gone further with his hands than teasing along the outside, they're definitely still there. More than mere suggestion.
The way Vash sighs his name like a prayer is addictive. So much so that he's inclined to tug Vash a little closer to him again, just enough so that their foreheads rest together.]
Yeah? Tell me more.
[He's not going to pass up the opportunity to hear what's on Vash's mind, especially when he knows there has to be a lot tumbling around in that big head of his. He'll continue to rub slow circles against the small of his back in the meantime, occasionally pressing a kiss to his face here...there...being overtly distracting.]
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The way Vash sighs his name like a prayer is addictive. So much so that he's inclined to tug Vash a little closer to him again, just enough so that their foreheads rest together.]
Yeah? Tell me more.
[He's not going to pass up the opportunity to hear what's on Vash's mind, especially when he knows there has to be a lot tumbling around in that big head of his. He'll continue to rub slow circles against the small of his back in the meantime, occasionally pressing a kiss to his face here...there...being overtly distracting.]