[Each kiss brings out a little squeak, a tiny wiggle, or even a breathy exhale of Wolfwood's name. There's no denying that Vash is engaged, that he's fully enjoying himself in the moment they're sharing. And with as close as Wolfwood is to the space above his heart, he can surely feel the way it jackhammers with each individual touch.
All of that, of course, pales in comparison to the outright yelp he lets out as that mouth closes around his nipple. A wave of white hot pleasure shocks through him, leaving him almost limp within Wolfwood's arms for a handful of seconds. When he comes back to himself, it's through fluttering lashes and a string of mutterings that, at this point, might not even be English.]
Shit, Nick - [His voice low, not quite at the gritty timbre of Wolfwood's, but certainly strung out with the rush of sensation that's now flowing through him.] Think you could do - about whatever you wanted to me at this point.
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All of that, of course, pales in comparison to the outright yelp he lets out as that mouth closes around his nipple. A wave of white hot pleasure shocks through him, leaving him almost limp within Wolfwood's arms for a handful of seconds. When he comes back to himself, it's through fluttering lashes and a string of mutterings that, at this point, might not even be English.]
Shit, Nick - [His voice low, not quite at the gritty timbre of Wolfwood's, but certainly strung out with the rush of sensation that's now flowing through him.] Think you could do - about whatever you wanted to me at this point.
[And maybe he hopes he does!]