[He should have taken off his sunglasses. Key word, should. He did not do that, and now it feels like it might be too late. He is already here, and unless Vash kicks him in the face or yells at him to stop, he doesn't plan on doing so. He's too busy committing everything to memory. The way that tendril behaves is both exactly as he'd expect and completely different at the same time. It being only semi-prehensile is interesting, and he notes the way the very tip seeks contact on its own. He won't stop it from doing whatever the hell it wants, of course, his fingers kept loose and pliable for Vash's benefit. The slick it leaves behind is also a lot thicker than he would have guessed, like syrup, and that is making every neuron in his brain freak the fuck out as he feels it coat his fingers and slide down towards his palm, like sweet molasses.
He breathes out harshly. Get a fucking grip. He's not the one who's meant to be acting like a blushing virgin, here. But, well...it's not like he's exactly in his element or anything. This is new for him, too, just as new as it is for Vash. Vaguely, he finds himself imagining dully what that first and only sexual encounter for Vash must have been like. With who? Ugh. Whoever it was, he hopes to a god he doesn't believe in that they didn't hurt Vash over any of this, because if they did they did not fucking deserve him anyway. They didn't deserve any of this.
The teasing isn't intentional, though he continues to be silent as the grave as he works. The more he explores, the more he searches with his fingertips and now his mouth, the harder it gets for him to focus. There is a visible, wet sheen at his own front now, and it is not helped by the way Vash abruptly crushes his head between his thighs the second his tongue gets involved.
Please. Do not be unlocking more kinks for him right now, he's already at capacity-
He closes his eyes for a moment as he waits for Vash to relent and let up on that punishing hold on his head, carefully drawing back just a fraction so he can pull his glasses off and drop them haphazardly to the mattress. It's going to make this a lot easier, and he doesn't want anything obstructing his view.
Back to that entrance, slick and inviting. He traces his tongue up from where it begins at its lowest point all the way up to that bundle of nerves at the top, though he's careful not to touch that just yet. He's busy sampling the rest first. This is not like a human's, this is much thicker, it really is like sap from a tree, or a flower...it has to be sweet, or maybe he's just imagining that. His tongue dips into the petals, seeking for more, like a hummingbird desperate for sweet nectar.]
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He breathes out harshly. Get a fucking grip. He's not the one who's meant to be acting like a blushing virgin, here. But, well...it's not like he's exactly in his element or anything. This is new for him, too, just as new as it is for Vash. Vaguely, he finds himself imagining dully what that first and only sexual encounter for Vash must have been like. With who? Ugh. Whoever it was, he hopes to a god he doesn't believe in that they didn't hurt Vash over any of this, because if they did they did not fucking deserve him anyway. They didn't deserve any of this.
The teasing isn't intentional, though he continues to be silent as the grave as he works. The more he explores, the more he searches with his fingertips and now his mouth, the harder it gets for him to focus. There is a visible, wet sheen at his own front now, and it is not helped by the way Vash abruptly crushes his head between his thighs the second his tongue gets involved.
Please. Do not be unlocking more kinks for him right now, he's already at capacity-
He closes his eyes for a moment as he waits for Vash to relent and let up on that punishing hold on his head, carefully drawing back just a fraction so he can pull his glasses off and drop them haphazardly to the mattress. It's going to make this a lot easier, and he doesn't want anything obstructing his view.
Back to that entrance, slick and inviting. He traces his tongue up from where it begins at its lowest point all the way up to that bundle of nerves at the top, though he's careful not to touch that just yet. He's busy sampling the rest first. This is not like a human's, this is much thicker, it really is like sap from a tree, or a flower...it has to be sweet, or maybe he's just imagining that. His tongue dips into the petals, seeking for more, like a hummingbird desperate for sweet nectar.]