[The good thing about No Man's Land is that there's plenty of other freaks running around. Maybe not exactly like him, but he's not the only one with an "augmented" body or anything of the sort. A few pretty little lies and blinks from those doe eyes would have anyone believing anything, at least for a time. So no, his first time was not poor in that regard. It was Vash who had been the one to ruin it, and only for himself.
It was, like most things for Vash, fleeting and strictly business. There was no time spend dabbling or exploring. He was in and out in a blink, and left with plenty of time to lament and regret ever allowing himself such an indulgence.
But that was a long time ago. This was different. Yes, Wolfwood's touch is self-serving, in that it suits his exploration, but he isn't short on the attention he gives Vash. From minute one, it's been mutual. And of course, the Independent cherished that.
With a soft exhale, Vash's leg bends at the knee. he tucks it over Wolfwood's shoulder, a silent request for him to linger, but not a forced attempt. His hand, meanwhile, slips downward too. It tangles in the Punisher's hair, stroking through it as he babbles nonsensical praise. Each point of contact sends fresh electricity pounding through his veins. He can't ever recall being this keyed up, this sensitive to anything. It has to be Wolfwood, and only him.
Those sounds alone should probably be enough to encourage Wolfwood, or at least assure him that the effort is being well-received. Nevertheless, Vash tries to force his scattered braincells to focus on being coherent, if only to affirm that Nick is doing everything right.]
's good Nick. You're doin' good. I feel - [He trails into a bout of bubbling laughter. He sounds ridiculous but. Whatever. Who cares.]
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It was, like most things for Vash, fleeting and strictly business. There was no time spend dabbling or exploring. He was in and out in a blink, and left with plenty of time to lament and regret ever allowing himself such an indulgence.
But that was a long time ago. This was different. Yes, Wolfwood's touch is self-serving, in that it suits his exploration, but he isn't short on the attention he gives Vash. From minute one, it's been mutual. And of course, the Independent cherished that.
With a soft exhale, Vash's leg bends at the knee. he tucks it over Wolfwood's shoulder, a silent request for him to linger, but not a forced attempt. His hand, meanwhile, slips downward too. It tangles in the Punisher's hair, stroking through it as he babbles nonsensical praise. Each point of contact sends fresh electricity pounding through his veins. He can't ever recall being this keyed up, this sensitive to anything. It has to be Wolfwood, and only him.
Those sounds alone should probably be enough to encourage Wolfwood, or at least assure him that the effort is being well-received. Nevertheless, Vash tries to force his scattered braincells to focus on being coherent, if only to affirm that Nick is doing everything right.]
's good Nick. You're doin' good. I feel - [He trails into a bout of bubbling laughter. He sounds ridiculous but. Whatever. Who cares.]