[Even in the throes of passion, Vash is still Vash. Instinct might have primarily won over this time, but the moment he feels the sharp sting of nails against his skin, the moment Wolfwood seems to panic he at least manages to come into himself just enough to pull back. It doesn't spare Wolfwood from a mess, but at least he's not drowned in the flood that comes out of him.
In all fairness, the near century of celibacy doesn't help matters, considering just how much comes out, and that's on top of his usual anatomy. But even if he can rationalize it, Vash can still feel guilty.
Sort of.
It takes him a second to really start to process beyond more than base instinct. Waves of warmth and satisfaction are rippling back and forth across his form, and it's hard to do anything but bask in it. Nevertheless, the hand slipping out of him still feels like a loss, and it's enough to fully help himself process what's going on.
Namely that Wolfwood is a mess. Literally and proverbially. His face is coated in a way that Vash nearly feels ashamed for. And of course, there's the fact that he's clearly straining against the fabric of his own boxers. Even from a distance, he can see the way he's struggled against his own desire.
And God if the mere image isn't enough to set him alight once more. His cock, which had only just begun to retreat, seems to perk up once more at the sight. Refractory period who.]
Jeez, Nick... [Vash's voice is thick with his own contentment.] Are you okay? I can - go get a rag or something.
[He isn't entirely sure he can walk but, sure. The rag.]
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In all fairness, the near century of celibacy doesn't help matters, considering just how much comes out, and that's on top of his usual anatomy. But even if he can rationalize it, Vash can still feel guilty.
Sort of.
It takes him a second to really start to process beyond more than base instinct. Waves of warmth and satisfaction are rippling back and forth across his form, and it's hard to do anything but bask in it. Nevertheless, the hand slipping out of him still feels like a loss, and it's enough to fully help himself process what's going on.
Namely that Wolfwood is a mess. Literally and proverbially. His face is coated in a way that Vash nearly feels ashamed for. And of course, there's the fact that he's clearly straining against the fabric of his own boxers. Even from a distance, he can see the way he's struggled against his own desire.
And God if the mere image isn't enough to set him alight once more. His cock, which had only just begun to retreat, seems to perk up once more at the sight. Refractory period who.]
Jeez, Nick... [Vash's voice is thick with his own contentment.] Are you okay? I can - go get a rag or something.
[He isn't entirely sure he can walk but, sure. The rag.]