[He has to admit, being hit with Vash's adoration beams head on is pretty hard to take. It's like looking directly into the sun, and he would be blinded by it if it weren't for the fact that he has at least some resistance to it after traveling with him for so long. He got little flickers of it back home, as a matter of fact...sometimes, Vash would look at him that way then, too. Here, now that they've decided to make something of this thing between them, it's only amplified to obscene levels. It's like he might actually drown, suffocating underneath the weight of it all.
He huffs, a laugh of disbelief, now that he's fully seated inside Vash.]
So do you. Vash.
[The nicknames, endearing as they are, don't come to mind for him right now. It's just Vash.
Wolfwood knows that no matter how blissful he feels, he can't linger like this for too long. Not only will the impatience win out, but his body may just give up on him if he's forced to wait another moment without relief. He's selfish, he's not going to deny it. He said he wanted to scramble Vash's guts and god damn if he isn't going to make good on that promise. So...once he feels that Vash has adopted a comfortable hold on him, he finally deigns to try moving.]
O-ohhh fuck.
[It's like he's been put right back into the shoes of himself when he did this the first time, and one slight movement was enough to make him lose it. He can feel it burning on the edges of his self control, that urge to rush through this and work himself to his peak already. And he'll get there, he will, but there's some merit to taking it slow too...which he's doing right now. He pulls out of Vash just a fraction, the sound of it slick and wet between them, before he sinks back into him again. It's not a real rhythm so much as it is Wolfwood getting his bearings, trying his best not to cream him in two seconds and be known as the worst lay Vash has ever had.
His neck cranes, back bowing as he presses his face briefly into Vash's neck.]
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He huffs, a laugh of disbelief, now that he's fully seated inside Vash.]
So do you. Vash.
[The nicknames, endearing as they are, don't come to mind for him right now. It's just Vash.
Wolfwood knows that no matter how blissful he feels, he can't linger like this for too long. Not only will the impatience win out, but his body may just give up on him if he's forced to wait another moment without relief. He's selfish, he's not going to deny it. He said he wanted to scramble Vash's guts and god damn if he isn't going to make good on that promise. So...once he feels that Vash has adopted a comfortable hold on him, he finally deigns to try moving.]
O-ohhh fuck.
[It's like he's been put right back into the shoes of himself when he did this the first time, and one slight movement was enough to make him lose it. He can feel it burning on the edges of his self control, that urge to rush through this and work himself to his peak already. And he'll get there, he will, but there's some merit to taking it slow too...which he's doing right now. He pulls out of Vash just a fraction, the sound of it slick and wet between them, before he sinks back into him again. It's not a real rhythm so much as it is Wolfwood getting his bearings, trying his best not to cream him in two seconds and be known as the worst lay Vash has ever had.
His neck cranes, back bowing as he presses his face briefly into Vash's neck.]
Fuck, Vash.