[Vash might have thought that it couldn't get better than the orgasm that rips through him. Somehow though, the moment Wolfwood begins to fill him with his own spend, it does. He's felt deliciously full since the moment he felt Nick enter him, but this brings a whole new level. He tightens around his beloved, as if to draw the moment out that much longer. To hold it all in.
(Wolfwood might be worried about other implications. He needn't be. Like many other species, Vash could be considered a genetic dead end.)
As they both begin to come down, Vash's hands rise. He cradles Wolfwood to him, keeping him both on top and inside. If they're going to do this again, it doesn't make sense for him to go far. And if they're not? It isn't like Vash wants that lingering closeness to end anyway. He savors every whisper that Nick utters, believing for once that he's deserving of all the worship and adoration that thickens his voice.
Eventually, he lifts a hand to wipe at his face. A few stray tears have streaked down his face. Of course he would cry. But while they're here, he pauses to cradle both of Wolfwood's cheeks, angling his face upward just enough to meet his eyes. He presses a kiss to the side of his nose, over both eyes, and then on his forehead.]
Nick. [It isn't a command. Just a reverent whisper of his own.]
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(Wolfwood might be worried about other implications. He needn't be. Like many other species, Vash could be considered a genetic dead end.)
As they both begin to come down, Vash's hands rise. He cradles Wolfwood to him, keeping him both on top and inside. If they're going to do this again, it doesn't make sense for him to go far. And if they're not? It isn't like Vash wants that lingering closeness to end anyway. He savors every whisper that Nick utters, believing for once that he's deserving of all the worship and adoration that thickens his voice.
Eventually, he lifts a hand to wipe at his face. A few stray tears have streaked down his face. Of course he would cry. But while they're here, he pauses to cradle both of Wolfwood's cheeks, angling his face upward just enough to meet his eyes. He presses a kiss to the side of his nose, over both eyes, and then on his forehead.]
Nick. [It isn't a command. Just a reverent whisper of his own.]