[It’s a good thing that Vash clutches him close like that, because he would have complained if he tried to pull away, much less pull out. He can feel that oversensitivity tingling on the edges of his senses, a pleasant ache in his groin that makes him want to keep moving even though he’s too exhausted to do anything else but lay there for now. Between the two of them, their combined strength and stamina is unparalleled, so Wolfwood has to ask himself why he feels like he’s just done this for the first time ever regardless. There are two wolves inside of him, one that’s going to want to fuck Vash again in like ten minutes, and another that wants to go to bed like a grandpa.
For now, he’s content with this. With laying his weight, heavy and final, across Vash’s front with Vash’s legs pincered tightly around his hips. He’s still inside him, the warmth so potent it’s almost searing, and it makes him want to sink into it and never resurface. His eyes flutter just as he feels Vash move underneath him, prompting a low sound from Wolfwood that’s briefly questioning, at least until he feels the Independent planting gentle kisses all over his face. It’s stupid, but while Vash started crying a while ago, it’s…that that finally causes Wolfwood’s own eyes to sting, his throat flexing as he swallows around the lump that’s formed there.
There’s so much he wants to say, he feels like, but it simply won’t come to mind. He’s numb with pleasure, delirious with satisfaction, and completely stupid with joy. He feels stupid over how much this man means to him. This man he was always meant to usher to his doom.
How the fuck is he supposed to go back home like this? How is he going to survive it?
He looks lost in thought, as he gazed down at Vash. As he leans in to brush their lips together. Then, for just a brief moment, his brows upturn and his expression tightens, like he’s going to start crying himself. He doesn’t- at least not in so open a way as Vash- at least not yet. But the feeling remains, as he speaks what’s on his heart, too drunk with pleasure to reconsider uttering it aloud.]
I love you. So fucking much. [He brushes some of Vash’s tears away with his thumb, his voice pitching an octave lower as he whispers between them.] You hear me?
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For now, he’s content with this. With laying his weight, heavy and final, across Vash’s front with Vash’s legs pincered tightly around his hips. He’s still inside him, the warmth so potent it’s almost searing, and it makes him want to sink into it and never resurface. His eyes flutter just as he feels Vash move underneath him, prompting a low sound from Wolfwood that’s briefly questioning, at least until he feels the Independent planting gentle kisses all over his face. It’s stupid, but while Vash started crying a while ago, it’s…that that finally causes Wolfwood’s own eyes to sting, his throat flexing as he swallows around the lump that’s formed there.
There’s so much he wants to say, he feels like, but it simply won’t come to mind. He’s numb with pleasure, delirious with satisfaction, and completely stupid with joy. He feels stupid over how much this man means to him. This man he was always meant to usher to his doom.
How the fuck is he supposed to go back home like this? How is he going to survive it?
He looks lost in thought, as he gazed down at Vash. As he leans in to brush their lips together. Then, for just a brief moment, his brows upturn and his expression tightens, like he’s going to start crying himself. He doesn’t- at least not in so open a way as Vash- at least not yet. But the feeling remains, as he speaks what’s on his heart, too drunk with pleasure to reconsider uttering it aloud.]
I love you. So fucking much. [He brushes some of Vash’s tears away with his thumb, his voice pitching an octave lower as he whispers between them.] You hear me?