[If Vash notices it, he has the decency not to say anything. The mischievous smile he wears does turn a little soft, but with his face concealed behind Wolfwood's shoulder, that's a secret he'll be able to take to the grave, thank you.]
It's better, right? [He angles his head so that he can rest his forehead against Wolfwood's shoulder. A slow exhale leaves him, deep and content. His hands shift in the meanwhile, the prosthetic wrapping around his waist, while the one of flesh settles above his heart.] I definitely like it.
[He punctuates this much with a kiss to his shoulder blade, one that he promptly nuzzles into.]
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It's better, right? [He angles his head so that he can rest his forehead against Wolfwood's shoulder. A slow exhale leaves him, deep and content. His hands shift in the meanwhile, the prosthetic wrapping around his waist, while the one of flesh settles above his heart.] I definitely like it.
[He punctuates this much with a kiss to his shoulder blade, one that he promptly nuzzles into.]