Well. It's like Wolfwood said. He'd just have to see about that.
There's little hesitation in his movements. He isn't rough though- he doesn't want to hurt Vash- but he isn't treating him like he might break under his touch, either. He could have predicted that things would be different, but now he's realizing they may actually be more different than anything he could have been imagining. He pulls back from Vash for just a moment, the curiosity in his search evident in his expression as his brows knit together and he glances down at where his hand ended up.
He doesn't want to stop immediately though. This isn't just for him, it's for Vash, and that's why he continues his ministrations for a moment first. He's careful and deliberate, bringing his hand a bit lower, arching the heel of his palm into the way Vash's hips rise up to meet it. He'll repeat the motion a time or two, until he can feel the slick beginning to coat his fingers through the fabric, which makes him realize that it's going to need to come off eventually.
Sitting back a bit against his calves, he carefully detangles himself from Vash just enough so that he can grab the hem of his underwear with both hands, glancing back up at him one more time as if to ask for silent permission before slipping them off entirely.]
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Well. It's like Wolfwood said. He'd just have to see about that.
There's little hesitation in his movements. He isn't rough though- he doesn't want to hurt Vash- but he isn't treating him like he might break under his touch, either. He could have predicted that things would be different, but now he's realizing they may actually be more different than anything he could have been imagining. He pulls back from Vash for just a moment, the curiosity in his search evident in his expression as his brows knit together and he glances down at where his hand ended up.
He doesn't want to stop immediately though. This isn't just for him, it's for Vash, and that's why he continues his ministrations for a moment first. He's careful and deliberate, bringing his hand a bit lower, arching the heel of his palm into the way Vash's hips rise up to meet it. He'll repeat the motion a time or two, until he can feel the slick beginning to coat his fingers through the fabric, which makes him realize that it's going to need to come off eventually.
Sitting back a bit against his calves, he carefully detangles himself from Vash just enough so that he can grab the hem of his underwear with both hands, glancing back up at him one more time as if to ask for silent permission before slipping them off entirely.]