[Well, Vash is already sitting at the head of the bed, with Wolfwood having plopped himself down on the foot of the mattress. It means that he's got the perfect angle to literally crawl his way over to where Vash is, urging him to lean back against the pillows by proximity alone. And if that isn't enough to convince him, maybe the hand pressed into the center of his chest will.]
We'll just see about that.
[Said like a man who has no fucking clue what he's about to get himself into-
That's for future Wolfwood to worry about, though. Present Wolfwood is a little more preoccupied with getting Vash to relax, to lean back a bit so he can get back to kissing him like they had been when they were in that chair together. A kiss that, while no less passionate than the last, doesn't actually linger overly long this time. Wolfwood has his attention shifting elsewhere, as one hand reaches up to trace the line of his jaw up into the side of his hair, his hand cradling his head there as he noses at the bare slope of Vash's neck.]
You might be scarred to hell everywhere else...but this is untouched.
["This" being his neck, protected by the high collar of his thermal. Pristine, unblemished...Wolfwood presses his lips there once. Then again. He murmurs between kisses, his teeth dragging against the hollow of his throat.]
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[Well, Vash is already sitting at the head of the bed, with Wolfwood having plopped himself down on the foot of the mattress. It means that he's got the perfect angle to literally crawl his way over to where Vash is, urging him to lean back against the pillows by proximity alone. And if that isn't enough to convince him, maybe the hand pressed into the center of his chest will.]
We'll just see about that.
[Said like a man who has no fucking clue what he's about to get himself into-
That's for future Wolfwood to worry about, though. Present Wolfwood is a little more preoccupied with getting Vash to relax, to lean back a bit so he can get back to kissing him like they had been when they were in that chair together. A kiss that, while no less passionate than the last, doesn't actually linger overly long this time. Wolfwood has his attention shifting elsewhere, as one hand reaches up to trace the line of his jaw up into the side of his hair, his hand cradling his head there as he noses at the bare slope of Vash's neck.]
You might be scarred to hell everywhere else...but this is untouched.
["This" being his neck, protected by the high collar of his thermal. Pristine, unblemished...Wolfwood presses his lips there once. Then again. He murmurs between kisses, his teeth dragging against the hollow of his throat.]
This is mine.