[If Wolfwood could possibly hear Vash's thoughts, he would be comically gagging at what he's thinking. It's all incredibly sappy and sincere in a way that he seems to reject. That sort of thing isn't his style. It isn't the way he chooses to live. If he were this sentimental all the time, he would have been killed long before he ever woke up in this world.
But that's just it, really. In spite of all of Wolfwood's posturing, every time he claims to be above it all, the reality is that this is what he craves. In a perfect world, their lives would be peaceful and idyllic. They would be able to simply live without worry of strife, and could be together without the looming shadow of what new disaster tomorrow is going to bring. Wolfwood would be able to grow old with Vash knowing that everything he'd done in his life had been worth it, since it lead up to this moment right here.
They still have work to do, back home. Far be it from them to think that this could be their happily ever after when the planet remains locked in a perpetual battle that Vash has found himself right at the center of, with Wolfwood bringing up the rear. Even here, it lingers in the back of his mind, leaving him to wonder what the point of all of this must be. Why allow it to happen, knowing that it could be torn away at any moment?
It's because...he thinks, he's realized that this- too- is worth fighting for. The way he feels when he's with Vash, like this. It's not unlike the love in his heart he clings to when he thinks of Hopeland. Livio. Things and people he would gladly throw away his life for. Vash...he's become something precious to Wolfwood, someone that completes him in a way he never thought could be possible for someone so fundamentally broken. While part of him can't help but push back against the notion that something like this relationship could be at all on the same level as the things he's spent his whole life trying to protect, the fact remains that there's no going back from this point onward.
Vash thanks him. He thanks him, and then stutters out an apology.
Wolfwood, in contrast, breathes out a softly amused huff as he brings Vash a bit closer to himself, his lips still grazing the corner of his mouth as he suddenly picks up the pace. Those slow, languid thrusts suddenly turn quicker, rapid pistoning of his hips that press Vash into the mattress underneath, as if trying to eke out just that much more contact before the two of them need a break.]
Shut up. [It couldn't be said more fondly, his voice thick with arousal as he whispers it against Vash's ear.] Don't apologize. Just- ah...feel it. Enjoy it.
[He hits Vash in a particularly good way between words, keening a sound into his ear that Vash has likely never heard the man make before, reserved only for him.]
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But that's just it, really. In spite of all of Wolfwood's posturing, every time he claims to be above it all, the reality is that this is what he craves. In a perfect world, their lives would be peaceful and idyllic. They would be able to simply live without worry of strife, and could be together without the looming shadow of what new disaster tomorrow is going to bring. Wolfwood would be able to grow old with Vash knowing that everything he'd done in his life had been worth it, since it lead up to this moment right here.
They still have work to do, back home. Far be it from them to think that this could be their happily ever after when the planet remains locked in a perpetual battle that Vash has found himself right at the center of, with Wolfwood bringing up the rear. Even here, it lingers in the back of his mind, leaving him to wonder what the point of all of this must be. Why allow it to happen, knowing that it could be torn away at any moment?
It's because...he thinks, he's realized that this- too- is worth fighting for. The way he feels when he's with Vash, like this. It's not unlike the love in his heart he clings to when he thinks of Hopeland. Livio. Things and people he would gladly throw away his life for. Vash...he's become something precious to Wolfwood, someone that completes him in a way he never thought could be possible for someone so fundamentally broken. While part of him can't help but push back against the notion that something like this relationship could be at all on the same level as the things he's spent his whole life trying to protect, the fact remains that there's no going back from this point onward.
Vash thanks him. He thanks him, and then stutters out an apology.
Wolfwood, in contrast, breathes out a softly amused huff as he brings Vash a bit closer to himself, his lips still grazing the corner of his mouth as he suddenly picks up the pace. Those slow, languid thrusts suddenly turn quicker, rapid pistoning of his hips that press Vash into the mattress underneath, as if trying to eke out just that much more contact before the two of them need a break.]
Shut up. [It couldn't be said more fondly, his voice thick with arousal as he whispers it against Vash's ear.] Don't apologize. Just- ah...feel it. Enjoy it.
[He hits Vash in a particularly good way between words, keening a sound into his ear that Vash has likely never heard the man make before, reserved only for him.]
I'm close too. T-together...yeah?