[Wolfwood wishes he had something more eloquent to say, but that's just the type of guy he is. Better with actions than words. Every time Vash starts to laugh while they're doing this, he feels like his heart is going to explode out of his chest. It's like he's experiencing something genuinely exciting, a real, human connection that transcends anything he's felt before. And, really...it's the same for Wolfwood, too.
It's not rare to sleep with someone. It is rare to feel like you've truly connected. It's a feeling he doesn't want to take for granted, just as much as he can't help but lament the fact that it's ending so soon.
But...they have time here, don't they? All of a sudden, they have all of the time in the world.
Just as Vash can't hold on for much longer, Wolfwood is feeling his body give out on him. He hasn't peaked at all yet, so it's a miracle he didn't bust the second he slipped inside Vash. He thinks it might be because he's so laser focused on him and wanting him to feel good that it's hard to feel too selfish in that regard, even if his very chest burns with desire and need all at the same time. And in those last few moments, he doesn't care that Vash lays back and simply takes what he's being given. It means that Wolfwood can focus all of his efforts on making Vash feel good, angling his hips just right so it hits him in the deepest, most sensitive places he has. Choking on a moan when he feels the way Vash's length curls around his own at the base, squeezing gently, encouraging. The two of them become a chorus of nonsense sounds and moaning, of stuttering each others' names in ecstasy.
Then, just when Wolfwood is certain he isn't going to be able to take any more, Vash snaps, his whole body rocking into him like a coiled spring suddenly released. He can feel it as he cums, the way he soaks him with his release, and if it weren't for Vash holding onto him so tightly, he might be afraid he'd slip right out. Thankfully, there's no possibility of that. Not when Wolfwood buries himself to the hilt and catches his teeth along the side of Vash's neck, his back arching and every muscle in his shoulders tensing as he- finally- feels his own orgasm race like lightning through his entire body.]
Vash...Vash-ah--!
[He does not even think about trying to pull out. He doesn't...ponder, if that could be a problem, or what it could mean, or anything. He stays as deep as he can get and he fills Vash with everything he has, his body pumping into him rhythmically in echo to the way Vash's own body convulses and tightens around him. All the while, Wolfwood too is whispering Vash's name like a prayer, like he's confessing every sin to him he's ever committed, his entire body somehow tense and trembling all at the same time.]
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It's not rare to sleep with someone. It is rare to feel like you've truly connected. It's a feeling he doesn't want to take for granted, just as much as he can't help but lament the fact that it's ending so soon.
But...they have time here, don't they? All of a sudden, they have all of the time in the world.
Just as Vash can't hold on for much longer, Wolfwood is feeling his body give out on him. He hasn't peaked at all yet, so it's a miracle he didn't bust the second he slipped inside Vash. He thinks it might be because he's so laser focused on him and wanting him to feel good that it's hard to feel too selfish in that regard, even if his very chest burns with desire and need all at the same time. And in those last few moments, he doesn't care that Vash lays back and simply takes what he's being given. It means that Wolfwood can focus all of his efforts on making Vash feel good, angling his hips just right so it hits him in the deepest, most sensitive places he has. Choking on a moan when he feels the way Vash's length curls around his own at the base, squeezing gently, encouraging. The two of them become a chorus of nonsense sounds and moaning, of stuttering each others' names in ecstasy.
Then, just when Wolfwood is certain he isn't going to be able to take any more, Vash snaps, his whole body rocking into him like a coiled spring suddenly released. He can feel it as he cums, the way he soaks him with his release, and if it weren't for Vash holding onto him so tightly, he might be afraid he'd slip right out. Thankfully, there's no possibility of that. Not when Wolfwood buries himself to the hilt and catches his teeth along the side of Vash's neck, his back arching and every muscle in his shoulders tensing as he- finally- feels his own orgasm race like lightning through his entire body.]
Vash...Vash-ah--!
[He does not even think about trying to pull out. He doesn't...ponder, if that could be a problem, or what it could mean, or anything. He stays as deep as he can get and he fills Vash with everything he has, his body pumping into him rhythmically in echo to the way Vash's own body convulses and tightens around him. All the while, Wolfwood too is whispering Vash's name like a prayer, like he's confessing every sin to him he's ever committed, his entire body somehow tense and trembling all at the same time.]