[It's almost funny, really. Given the fact that both Nai and Vash have basically ruined Wolfwood's entire life in different ways, you'd think he would despise both of them and everything they stand for. Nai, for forcing him into this life and molding him into a mutated version of who he could have been, and Vash, whose actions started the snowball affect that resulted in the lives everyone on the planet is forced to lead. But when you start getting into the weeds like that, things get...complicated. It was over a decade ago. For all Wolfwood knows, he could have never been born if history didn't play out the way it did, and...sure, his life has mostly sucked. But there's a lot he would have missed out on that he wouldn't be willing to give up now for anything.
And this, this right here? This is one of them.
Vash has become one of those things that he would give up everything for. And really, even from the moment the two of them met he knew- he knew- that his mission was going to be a difficult one, if not impossible. Just look at him now, in bed with his pseudo target, of all things. Leaning in to kiss his face again just because he knows it will make him giggle when he does. Drawing his hand up into his hair once more, deliberately tracing more of those light blue lines etched into Vash's skin until they disappear into golden locks. He threads through them carefully as his other hand dips back down, tracing a path through touch alone over his ribcage, abdomen, down the sharp V of his hips.
Maybe he doesn't know what he'll find. But if he cared about that, then he wouldn't be here at all.
Wolfwood leans in to press his lips to the unmarked side of Vash's neck, only this time he doesn't kiss him hard or give him a hickey or anything like that. He's merely mouthing him there, gentle as his fingertips pass over his navel, dipping briefly until he reaches the soft trail of hair leading down into his boxers. And, like...while he could just remove them outright to see what he's dealing with first, that doesn't seem...right. At least, it's not how he'd go about this with anyone else.
So. That's why he doesn't dip beneath the fabric yet, but instead stays above it as he finally cups Vash through the material, gently rocking his palm downwards against him. He's paying attention of course, to see how Vash reacts on top of just what he's feeling in general, going slowly and carefully for the other's benefit all the while.]
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And this, this right here? This is one of them.
Vash has become one of those things that he would give up everything for. And really, even from the moment the two of them met he knew- he knew- that his mission was going to be a difficult one, if not impossible. Just look at him now, in bed with his pseudo target, of all things. Leaning in to kiss his face again just because he knows it will make him giggle when he does. Drawing his hand up into his hair once more, deliberately tracing more of those light blue lines etched into Vash's skin until they disappear into golden locks. He threads through them carefully as his other hand dips back down, tracing a path through touch alone over his ribcage, abdomen, down the sharp V of his hips.
Maybe he doesn't know what he'll find. But if he cared about that, then he wouldn't be here at all.
Wolfwood leans in to press his lips to the unmarked side of Vash's neck, only this time he doesn't kiss him hard or give him a hickey or anything like that. He's merely mouthing him there, gentle as his fingertips pass over his navel, dipping briefly until he reaches the soft trail of hair leading down into his boxers. And, like...while he could just remove them outright to see what he's dealing with first, that doesn't seem...right. At least, it's not how he'd go about this with anyone else.
So. That's why he doesn't dip beneath the fabric yet, but instead stays above it as he finally cups Vash through the material, gently rocking his palm downwards against him. He's paying attention of course, to see how Vash reacts on top of just what he's feeling in general, going slowly and carefully for the other's benefit all the while.]