[If there's one thing Wolfwood enjoys about Vash, it's how reactive he is to everything. Just the slightest, most errant touch is enough to set his entire body alight, in more ways than one. He barely has to think, and he has the Independent turning to putty in his hands. He's shaking as Wolfwood trails kisses down his neck, not even pausing when his lips graze the occasional deep scar, or metal bolt, or staple, or whatever else is keeping Vash stitched together. It doesn't matter. It's all part of him, and Wolfwood wants to take his time mapping out every inch, whether it's artificial, or the faint freckles dotting his unmarred skin.
Or...]
Mmm. That's it. Let me hear you...
[Kiss, kiss...he's working his way down, now. Vash may be resisting what his body wants right now, but that doesn't mean Wolfwood isn't picking up on the signs and seeking to appease it himself. He notes the way Vash's body occasionally jerks like he's holding himself back, shivering with the attempt to not just react so strongly to what he's feeling...and in response, he clicks his tongue and moves his hand suddenly down from Vash's hair so he can give that pec that isn't covered by a metal cage a firm squeeze. My guy might be missing a nipple, but he only needs one of them for Wolfwood's purposes.
Because he's going to duck his head down, kissing his way right to it before dragging his tongue in a slow circle around the raised nub, nipping lightly with the parted edge of his teeth before sealing his lips over it completely with a dull, gentle suck.]
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Or...]
Mmm. That's it. Let me hear you...
[Kiss, kiss...he's working his way down, now. Vash may be resisting what his body wants right now, but that doesn't mean Wolfwood isn't picking up on the signs and seeking to appease it himself. He notes the way Vash's body occasionally jerks like he's holding himself back, shivering with the attempt to not just react so strongly to what he's feeling...and in response, he clicks his tongue and moves his hand suddenly down from Vash's hair so he can give that pec that isn't covered by a metal cage a firm squeeze. My guy might be missing a nipple, but he only needs one of them for Wolfwood's purposes.
Because he's going to duck his head down, kissing his way right to it before dragging his tongue in a slow circle around the raised nub, nipping lightly with the parted edge of his teeth before sealing his lips over it completely with a dull, gentle suck.]