[Shut up he says, and Vash does the exact opposite. He sputters out his laughter, delighted and boyish. It's the only noise he can think to make when the rest of him feels so overwhelmed. Even the tone he takes, thick with his enjoyment together, thrills him to the very core.
The pace increases, and Vash's own hips stutter in their efforts to meet Wolfwood. He falters, and falls back into the mattress, toes curling into the fabric of the sheets. Surely, surely he can be forgiven for simply taking it in these last few minutes. His fingers do clutch at Wolfwood's back, or tug at his hair. And of course he sings the man his praises.
The heat grows. It grows until he thinks it might consume him, immolate the both of them until there's nothing left.]
Fuck - Nick. Nick please -
[And then it's too much. It bursts, a racing wildfire that leaves him gasping at first, then outright sobbing onto Wolfwood's shoulder. His cock, for a mercy, does not grip tight against his partner, nor does it make the same horrid mess before. The rest of him does not grant that same mercy, all but drenching Wolfwood and their connected thighs with that sticky, sappy mess.
Their new bed may or may not be ruined. Vash doesn't give a damn. He's too busy whimpering into Wolfwood's skin, tears spilling down and mixing with the sweat they've both accumulated.]
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The pace increases, and Vash's own hips stutter in their efforts to meet Wolfwood. He falters, and falls back into the mattress, toes curling into the fabric of the sheets. Surely, surely he can be forgiven for simply taking it in these last few minutes. His fingers do clutch at Wolfwood's back, or tug at his hair. And of course he sings the man his praises.
The heat grows. It grows until he thinks it might consume him, immolate the both of them until there's nothing left.]
Fuck - Nick. Nick please -
[And then it's too much. It bursts, a racing wildfire that leaves him gasping at first, then outright sobbing onto Wolfwood's shoulder. His cock, for a mercy, does not grip tight against his partner, nor does it make the same horrid mess before. The rest of him does not grant that same mercy, all but drenching Wolfwood and their connected thighs with that sticky, sappy mess.
Their new bed may or may not be ruined. Vash doesn't give a damn. He's too busy whimpering into Wolfwood's skin, tears spilling down and mixing with the sweat they've both accumulated.]