[That's the plan! At least, that's what Wolfwood is aiming towards. He has plenty more he wants to do with Vash, he's just taking his time. One, because he wants to savor every single second he has with him like this, and two...because Vash made it a point to subtly warn him about what he might find. He imagines it has to do with something else about his Independent anatomy that he probably isn't prepared for, but he's working his way slowly towards that as he continues to lap at Vash's chest, soaking up every reaction and sound he makes. It's like a sweet honey he can't get enough of, particularly so when he starts to speak again. God, please keep saying his name like that, it is making him act up.]

Yeah...?

[It comes out in a breathy whisper as his lips leave Vash's chest for a moment with a wet pop, pushing himself back a fraction just so he can look down at him, his hair falling into his eyes past his shades. It reminds him of something he wanted to tell Vash before, but couldn't find an appropriate time to.]

Yaknow...I got my sunglasses enchanted by the Trader. She made it so I can see shit in the forest with them. ...but it's also made me see things on people, too.

[His thumb brushes over Vash's nipple one more time before his palm gently traces a path up his chest to his shoulder, then up the side of his neck to his jaw as he continues.]

...right now, I can see you. [...] The patterns. It's...beautiful.

[They're soft, ever present, yet not in a way that it hurts Wolfwood to look at, like with Elsword's radiant light. He brushes his thumb along one of them, even though Vash can't see the line he's tracing.]

...I wanna see more of it. I...wanna touch you. Is that okay?