Vash isn't sure what he's supposed to be doing right now. Wolfwood is obviously staring, and with those glasses still squarely on his nose, it's a bit harder to tell what he's thinking. He lifts his foot to nudge at him, but stops short when his gaze falls a little further south. Vash can lie to himself about a lot of things, but there's little room to acknowledge a biological response. Specifically, one that indicates arousal of all things.
As if — Wolfwood was really enjoying what he was seeing. As if he wanted to touch more. See more. Do more. The mere thought practically bodies Vash with his own wave arousal, further spurring the tendril out until it's reached its full length.]
Jeez, Nick - [So much for shutting up.
At first, he squirms at the almost teasing touches. He is nothing if not incredibly sensitive, especially here. Especially as that tendril takes the chance to curl around the tips of Wolfwood's fingers. It isn't entirely prehensile — the further toward the base it went, the less flexible it was. But the tip seemed to have a mind of its own, curling greedily around the source of friction and leaving an almost thick, sap like substance in its wake.]
Ah - c'mon, you're teasing me! [Comes the whine from up toward the head of the bed. He has no idea what Wolfwood's about to do next, but he absolutely doesn't expect his whole face to suddenly be between his legs and - ]
Fuck. [Vash isn't the type to swear all that frequently, usually in moments of heavy emotions or intense surprise. It really underlines just how deeply that single lave of the tongue seems to effect him. His legs fold inward, briefly trapping Wolfwood before he remembers to let the poor man breathe.]
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Vash isn't sure what he's supposed to be doing right now. Wolfwood is obviously staring, and with those glasses still squarely on his nose, it's a bit harder to tell what he's thinking. He lifts his foot to nudge at him, but stops short when his gaze falls a little further south. Vash can lie to himself about a lot of things, but there's little room to acknowledge a biological response. Specifically, one that indicates arousal of all things.
As if — Wolfwood was really enjoying what he was seeing. As if he wanted to touch more. See more. Do more. The mere thought practically bodies Vash with his own wave arousal, further spurring the tendril out until it's reached its full length.]
Jeez, Nick - [So much for shutting up.
At first, he squirms at the almost teasing touches. He is nothing if not incredibly sensitive, especially here. Especially as that tendril takes the chance to curl around the tips of Wolfwood's fingers. It isn't entirely prehensile — the further toward the base it went, the less flexible it was. But the tip seemed to have a mind of its own, curling greedily around the source of friction and leaving an almost thick, sap like substance in its wake.]
Ah - c'mon, you're teasing me! [Comes the whine from up toward the head of the bed. He has no idea what Wolfwood's about to do next, but he absolutely doesn't expect his whole face to suddenly be between his legs and - ]
Fuck. [Vash isn't the type to swear all that frequently, usually in moments of heavy emotions or intense surprise. It really underlines just how deeply that single lave of the tongue seems to effect him. His legs fold inward, briefly trapping Wolfwood before he remembers to let the poor man breathe.]