[Wolfwood is, quite potentially, trying to kill Vash. That's the only (il)logical conclusion Vash can draw. There's something about the timbre of his voice, the heat of his breath and of course, the roughness of his palms that all pairs perfectly together when it comes to absolutely driving Vash insane. A series of equally incoherent, babbling noises escapes him — somewhere between whimpers and yelps, not at all unlike the little sounds he makes when in a scrap. He's nothing if not consistent, at least.
It is a little disappointing as Wolfwood pulls away. Equally as disappointing is the fact that Vash realizes that it's not him being addressed, but his damn dick. He shifts his leg enough to nudge Wolfwood in the side, scowling for approximately .5 seconds before oh god - that's his mouth.
It's a battle of wills within Vash's own mind. Part of him wants to outright buck into his mouth. The other part urges him to stay still and not overwhelm. In the end, those hips do twitch upward, forcing the tip of his cock just that much further into Wolfwood's mouth. It curls sinuously over his tongue, laying heavy against it as a fresh wave of slick seems to shudder out of it. It at least has the decency to not force itself any further down Wolfwood's throat, even if Vash is very curious about how far his gag reflex goes.
I mean what -
Distracted as he is by trying to keep himself from choking Wolfwood out, he almost doesn't notice his other hand shifting. It's only once he feels that renewed warmth that he realizes what's happening and -]
N-Nick!
[Naturally, there's very little resistance as that singular finger finds its way in. He's slick enough that the glide is easy, even if Vash does tighten down around him instinctively. The startled noises from the man gives way, once more, to a very pleased groan. At least for the moment, he melts back down against the blankets.]
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It is a little disappointing as Wolfwood pulls away. Equally as disappointing is the fact that Vash realizes that it's not him being addressed, but his damn dick. He shifts his leg enough to nudge Wolfwood in the side, scowling for approximately .5 seconds before oh god - that's his mouth.
It's a battle of wills within Vash's own mind. Part of him wants to outright buck into his mouth. The other part urges him to stay still and not overwhelm. In the end, those hips do twitch upward, forcing the tip of his cock just that much further into Wolfwood's mouth. It curls sinuously over his tongue, laying heavy against it as a fresh wave of slick seems to shudder out of it. It at least has the decency to not force itself any further down Wolfwood's throat, even if Vash is very curious about how far his gag reflex goes.
I mean what -
Distracted as he is by trying to keep himself from choking Wolfwood out, he almost doesn't notice his other hand shifting. It's only once he feels that renewed warmth that he realizes what's happening and -]
N-Nick!
[Naturally, there's very little resistance as that singular finger finds its way in. He's slick enough that the glide is easy, even if Vash does tighten down around him instinctively. The startled noises from the man gives way, once more, to a very pleased groan. At least for the moment, he melts back down against the blankets.]