[Vash goes easily, and without complaint — even if he does briefly consider acting up, just to feel that palm get a little rougher with him. Maybe next time, though. Right now, he's content to bask in the pleasure of just being touched and tended to. Especially once those lips fall over him.
It really is like picking back up. Despite the interrupting and brief interim, he's no less wound up as he was before. And now, he can show it all the better. Even as Wolfwood's hands mouth works him, Vash's own sweep upward. He fans over the span of his chest, muttering one faint apology at the chill of the metal there.
Anything he's begun to work up to stops short as that growl hits his ears. He responds, at first, with nothing more than a keening whimper. He's never been the possessive type, and certainly never entertained the idea of being possessed. But Wolfwood makes it sounds so good.
He tips his chin upward, baring his neck all the more.]
All - ah - All yours, Nick.
[Every inch of him could be Wolfwood's. He didn't even have to ask.]
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It really is like picking back up. Despite the interrupting and brief interim, he's no less wound up as he was before. And now, he can show it all the better. Even as Wolfwood's hands mouth works him, Vash's own sweep upward. He fans over the span of his chest, muttering one faint apology at the chill of the metal there.
Anything he's begun to work up to stops short as that growl hits his ears. He responds, at first, with nothing more than a keening whimper. He's never been the possessive type, and certainly never entertained the idea of being possessed. But Wolfwood makes it sounds so good.
He tips his chin upward, baring his neck all the more.]
All - ah - All yours, Nick.
[Every inch of him could be Wolfwood's. He didn't even have to ask.]