[Vash without a refractory period is GOING to be what kills Wolfwood dead, like. For real. He's just going to die this evening goodbye everyone he'll meet you all back at the Garden-
He's still coughing even as Vash lays there and basks in the afterglow of the first orgasm he's had in centuries. Wolfwood, meanwhile, is trying to convince himself he did not just aspirate Vash's semen and he probably isn't going to die, it's just really thick and clinging to his skin more than you'd expect it to. He keeps swallowing to convince what didn't stick to his face to go on down, blinking away tears that have long since gathered at the corners of his eyes. He genuinely did want Vash to just cut loose and fuck his face like that, he was practically begging for it, but...uh.
He did not know what he was asking for. Obviously.
Blinking blearily, he sort of weakly turns his head to look up at Vash from his vantage point at his hips, still dripping onto his abdomen.]
J....Jesus fuck. [Is not an answer.] M...M'fine.
[Wolfwood rolls a little onto his side, pulling his other hand back so he can sort of just stare at it for a moment, stretching his fingers apart and watching the sticky ooze cling between them. Using that same hand, he brings it back to thumb a bit of that stickiness off his cheek before unceremoniously popping it into his mouth, like he's eating a lollipop. He swirls his tongue around his thumb a few times thoughtfully before pulling it free, then proceeding to slowly do the rest to his other fingers in turn.]
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He's still coughing even as Vash lays there and basks in the afterglow of the first orgasm he's had in centuries. Wolfwood, meanwhile, is trying to convince himself he did not just aspirate Vash's semen and he probably isn't going to die, it's just really thick and clinging to his skin more than you'd expect it to. He keeps swallowing to convince what didn't stick to his face to go on down, blinking away tears that have long since gathered at the corners of his eyes. He genuinely did want Vash to just cut loose and fuck his face like that, he was practically begging for it, but...uh.
He did not know what he was asking for. Obviously.
Blinking blearily, he sort of weakly turns his head to look up at Vash from his vantage point at his hips, still dripping onto his abdomen.]
J....Jesus fuck. [Is not an answer.] M...M'fine.
[Wolfwood rolls a little onto his side, pulling his other hand back so he can sort of just stare at it for a moment, stretching his fingers apart and watching the sticky ooze cling between them. Using that same hand, he brings it back to thumb a bit of that stickiness off his cheek before unceremoniously popping it into his mouth, like he's eating a lollipop. He swirls his tongue around his thumb a few times thoughtfully before pulling it free, then proceeding to slowly do the rest to his other fingers in turn.]
You... [wheeze] ...were kinda pent up.