It's rare that Wolfwood is left at a loss for words, but this is truly one of those times. His brain feels like Vash reached out and squeezed it until he had no more rational thoughts left in his brain that weren't horny in some way. It would be so easy, wouldn't it? For Vash to just...sink down on top of him, like this. He's right there, practically dripping on top of him, pliant and waiting. He thinks he wants that, too, but he also wants everything else. He wants...
He just wants.
He's panting now, every breath pulled out of him in a heave like he's run a marathon. Never before in his life has he gotten this worked up about just being touched by someone else's hand, but there you go. Somehow, Vash has managed it, and it's driving him absolutely insane. But he knows what he's been imagining this entire time. He knows it, and...
...He can't wait anymore.
Vash didn't really even fully get that last sentence past his lips before Wolfwood started to sit up, sit forward with one of his hands reaching out to take Vash by the shoulder. Initially, he wouldn't be blamed for thinking "oh shit, I fucked up", like he's done something wrong and Wolfwood is trying to stop him now, or something. But that couldn't be further from the truth.
He uses the leverage of his hand to push Vash over, shoving him down onto his side so that he's laying horizontally across the shared mattresses. This is the longest part of the entire bed they've gotten set up here, and just as Vash is likely turning over onto his back to figure out what the hell just happened, he's being pushed back down by Wolfwood descending upon him, their mouths crashing together in a clumsy, desperate kiss. He keeps Vash pinned there line that, one hand holding his good arm down (he doubts he physically could restrain the prosthetic, even if he wanted to) while his other hand buries itself deep in the back of his hair. And for a moment, this is all he does...he kisses Vash like it's the last thing he'll ever do, until Vash maybe realizes through the desperate flurry that Wolfwood is lining himself up between Vash's legs.
Only when they're both struggling to breathe does Wolfwood finally pull back, their breath mingling in the small bit of space he's left between them.]
I want...you, you...you idiot. I need you.
[The grip on Vash's hair lessens, just a fraction. He hasn't plunged into him yet, not like he wants, but...it's because he's searching Vash's expression, one last time. His eyes dart, seeking out any hints of reluctance there. Of regret. Because he can still remember that night when they kissed for the first time, and then the aftermath, when Vash told him he was better off anywhere else.
And for just a moment, Wolfwood's expression carries the energy of that of a petulant child, who might just throw a tantrum if Vash suddenly decided to say "no".]
I need...to make you feel. As important to me as you make me feel.
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It's rare that Wolfwood is left at a loss for words, but this is truly one of those times. His brain feels like Vash reached out and squeezed it until he had no more rational thoughts left in his brain that weren't horny in some way. It would be so easy, wouldn't it? For Vash to just...sink down on top of him, like this. He's right there, practically dripping on top of him, pliant and waiting. He thinks he wants that, too, but he also wants everything else. He wants...
He just wants.
He's panting now, every breath pulled out of him in a heave like he's run a marathon. Never before in his life has he gotten this worked up about just being touched by someone else's hand, but there you go. Somehow, Vash has managed it, and it's driving him absolutely insane. But he knows what he's been imagining this entire time. He knows it, and...
...He can't wait anymore.
Vash didn't really even fully get that last sentence past his lips before Wolfwood started to sit up, sit forward with one of his hands reaching out to take Vash by the shoulder. Initially, he wouldn't be blamed for thinking "oh shit, I fucked up", like he's done something wrong and Wolfwood is trying to stop him now, or something. But that couldn't be further from the truth.
He uses the leverage of his hand to push Vash over, shoving him down onto his side so that he's laying horizontally across the shared mattresses. This is the longest part of the entire bed they've gotten set up here, and just as Vash is likely turning over onto his back to figure out what the hell just happened, he's being pushed back down by Wolfwood descending upon him, their mouths crashing together in a clumsy, desperate kiss. He keeps Vash pinned there line that, one hand holding his good arm down (he doubts he physically could restrain the prosthetic, even if he wanted to) while his other hand buries itself deep in the back of his hair. And for a moment, this is all he does...he kisses Vash like it's the last thing he'll ever do, until Vash maybe realizes through the desperate flurry that Wolfwood is lining himself up between Vash's legs.
Only when they're both struggling to breathe does Wolfwood finally pull back, their breath mingling in the small bit of space he's left between them.]
I want...you, you...you idiot. I need you.
[The grip on Vash's hair lessens, just a fraction. He hasn't plunged into him yet, not like he wants, but...it's because he's searching Vash's expression, one last time. His eyes dart, seeking out any hints of reluctance there. Of regret. Because he can still remember that night when they kissed for the first time, and then the aftermath, when Vash told him he was better off anywhere else.
And for just a moment, Wolfwood's expression carries the energy of that of a petulant child, who might just throw a tantrum if Vash suddenly decided to say "no".]
I need...to make you feel. As important to me as you make me feel.