[That look is the only warning Vash has before things completely go off the rails. Between the two of them, he's always been the reckless one. Yet even as he thinks as much — admittedly in short bursts of clarity shorted out by absolutely molten waves of pleasure — he knows he shouldn't be surprised, either. It was extremely rare to see Wolfwood without something in his mouth.
God why does that make it even hotter.
The point is: Wolfwood is absolutely insane for swallowing Vash down the way that he does. He can feel himself in the back of his throat, in the same way that he feels his cock trying to curl even further into that heated wetness. Any protests he might have had are quickly garbled as lightning cracks through his body. It sends his eyes rolling into the back, and drives his own body into instinct mode.
In the end, Nick gets his wish. As he teeters on the cusp, overwhelmed by two-fold sensation, he finds himself desperately chasing that pleasure. His hips rut without abandon, trying to rock that finger further in even as he fucks straight down Wolfwood's throat. The fingers in his hair tighten to the point of pain, holding him in place as thrust in once, twice and -
On the third, he comes apart. Wolfwood's warning will be the sound of increasingly loud gasps, a rhythmic chorus of Ah! that leaves him with each rock of his hips. Whether he pushes Vash back or takes it down the throat, Wolfwood will be treated to a significantly thicker liquid — just as sticky and sweet as before, yet slightly more abundant than any human release might be.
And the entire time, he practically sings Wolfwood's name.]
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God why does that make it even hotter.
The point is: Wolfwood is absolutely insane for swallowing Vash down the way that he does. He can feel himself in the back of his throat, in the same way that he feels his cock trying to curl even further into that heated wetness. Any protests he might have had are quickly garbled as lightning cracks through his body. It sends his eyes rolling into the back, and drives his own body into instinct mode.
In the end, Nick gets his wish. As he teeters on the cusp, overwhelmed by two-fold sensation, he finds himself desperately chasing that pleasure. His hips rut without abandon, trying to rock that finger further in even as he fucks straight down Wolfwood's throat. The fingers in his hair tighten to the point of pain, holding him in place as thrust in once, twice and -
On the third, he comes apart. Wolfwood's warning will be the sound of increasingly loud gasps, a rhythmic chorus of Ah! that leaves him with each rock of his hips. Whether he pushes Vash back or takes it down the throat, Wolfwood will be treated to a significantly thicker liquid — just as sticky and sweet as before, yet slightly more abundant than any human release might be.
And the entire time, he practically sings Wolfwood's name.]