[...he has to believe Vash. He has to. Vash is his. He wants this. Wants him.
It's what he needed to hear.
Since Vash has a grip on him down below, Wolfwood doesn't have to worry quite as much about his positioning. It means Vash can guide him right where he needs to be, so their cocks don't awkwardly collide or he doesn't somehow miss his mark entirely. He exhales on a shaking breath, and with sweat rolling down his face he finally, finally, sinks himself forward into that wet, tight heat.
And he's pretty sure that if he didn't have some level of experience under his belt, that first push would have been it. He would have blown his load right then and there, because how could he not? It feels every bit as incredible as he imagined it would, and it's just the tip that he's worked in. The glide is completely effortless with how wet Vash has become, he really doesn't have to worry about resistance, and the moan that he breathes out is guttural and deep as he slips inside.
Vash is so soft, and warm. It's hard to imagine just how he could be any different from a human, while also being completely alien in so many ways. He reacts the same as any person would during sex, though, and it fills Wolfwood with such a sense of satisfaction that he feels like he might collapse under the pressure. He cradles the back of Vash's head again, kissing his face and neck as he sinks in those last few centimeters needed to fill Vash up completely, resisting the urge to just start moving right away. No, he wants to savor this. He wants to ponder the feeling of how Vash's cock, outside of his body and above where Wolfwood rests, is currently laying against the base of Wolfwood's, leaving him with a bizarre sensation he couldn't possibly place.
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It's what he needed to hear.
Since Vash has a grip on him down below, Wolfwood doesn't have to worry quite as much about his positioning. It means Vash can guide him right where he needs to be, so their cocks don't awkwardly collide or he doesn't somehow miss his mark entirely. He exhales on a shaking breath, and with sweat rolling down his face he finally, finally, sinks himself forward into that wet, tight heat.
And he's pretty sure that if he didn't have some level of experience under his belt, that first push would have been it. He would have blown his load right then and there, because how could he not? It feels every bit as incredible as he imagined it would, and it's just the tip that he's worked in. The glide is completely effortless with how wet Vash has become, he really doesn't have to worry about resistance, and the moan that he breathes out is guttural and deep as he slips inside.
Vash is so soft, and warm. It's hard to imagine just how he could be any different from a human, while also being completely alien in so many ways. He reacts the same as any person would during sex, though, and it fills Wolfwood with such a sense of satisfaction that he feels like he might collapse under the pressure. He cradles the back of Vash's head again, kissing his face and neck as he sinks in those last few centimeters needed to fill Vash up completely, resisting the urge to just start moving right away. No, he wants to savor this. He wants to ponder the feeling of how Vash's cock, outside of his body and above where Wolfwood rests, is currently laying against the base of Wolfwood's, leaving him with a bizarre sensation he couldn't possibly place.
It's good. It's...really damn good.]