[Haha it is PROBABLY for the best that this is happening in a world where Nai is not yet here. Because- at least for the time being- there is only one person who would make such a claim to Vash, and that's Wolfwood himself. He can't help but feel a little pleased surge, a prideful swelling in his chest at that confirmation. Again, these bozos haven't used terminology for each other yet like "partner" or- god forbid- boyfriend, yet the sentiment still seems to be there, and Wolfwood...really likes it. He really likes it.
About as much as he likes those little desperate sounds Vash makes whenever he's touched, however slight. He did say he's done this before...but only ever once. It seems improper to pry about it when they're in the middle of it themselves, but Wolfwood has to wonder how that might have gone to leave Vash all flighty like this about being vulnerable with someone else in bed. To say that he'd blame him wouldn't be true at all, though. Wolfwood...gets it, even if he's sure his own experiences don't exactly perfectly align.
He decides, then and there, that whatever he does he's going to make this worth Vash's while. To make him see that he didn't make a mistake, letting Wolfwood in. And that starts the moment he tilts his head back, giving Wolfwood room to latch onto the skin where his pulse races the hardest, bound and determined to suck a hickey there. He kisses him hard, a press of lips that gives way to a biting sting that lasts for only a moment before he's quickly pulling back and soothing the spot with the flat of his tongue, licking a stripe over it before he dips back down into Vash's clavicle, his other arm slipping ever-so-casually around Vash from behind.]
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About as much as he likes those little desperate sounds Vash makes whenever he's touched, however slight. He did say he's done this before...but only ever once. It seems improper to pry about it when they're in the middle of it themselves, but Wolfwood has to wonder how that might have gone to leave Vash all flighty like this about being vulnerable with someone else in bed. To say that he'd blame him wouldn't be true at all, though. Wolfwood...gets it, even if he's sure his own experiences don't exactly perfectly align.
He decides, then and there, that whatever he does he's going to make this worth Vash's while. To make him see that he didn't make a mistake, letting Wolfwood in. And that starts the moment he tilts his head back, giving Wolfwood room to latch onto the skin where his pulse races the hardest, bound and determined to suck a hickey there. He kisses him hard, a press of lips that gives way to a biting sting that lasts for only a moment before he's quickly pulling back and soothing the spot with the flat of his tongue, licking a stripe over it before he dips back down into Vash's clavicle, his other arm slipping ever-so-casually around Vash from behind.]