[At least Vash is perceptive enough to pick up how the tone has shifted. He watches as that mouth falls open, knows exactly where those eyes have settled. It makes Vash wish he had the slightest bit more confidence, the ability to put on a show while those eyes remained on him. As it stands, he can only really stroke over the man, even as he adjusts his own body to hover over him.]

Do you want me like this, Nick?

[It'd be a hell of a view, having Wolfwood pinned under him. He can only imagine how it might feel with that chest braced beneath his hands, keeping him steady as he rocks his hips. Vash feels dizzy with just the thought, let alone actually going through the effort.]

You're the one that wanted to... scramble my guts? [Another snort.] Hate to interrupt whatever pretty fantasies you've got going on in that head.

[Maybe Vash could make an effort to sound more sexy. But as it stands, he just sounds like his usual, playful self. Perhaps even more so, considering that his current enjoyment is entirely genuine.]

I'll do whatever you want, Nick. Just say the word.

[His hand has not stopped moving the entire time. Each movement is long and drawn out, more to have contact than to actually pull the man toward his edge. It wouldn't do to have it end so quickly, would it?]