[It's hard to miss the way that tongue encourages his fingers. And obvious as it is, it's the kind of hint Vash finds easy to take even if he has been a little distracted with getting his hands on Wolfwood's dick. What can he say, he enjoys the weight of it in his hand! He's a simple man.
But no, he obliges Wolfwood's desire. At first it isn't outright fucking into his throat, however. Instead, he pins that tongue down, holding it against the bottom of his mouth. He's careful to make sure he isn't pressing against any teeth — he wants discomfort, not pain.]
You're insatiable, Wolfwood. I'm losing track of all the ways to make you happy.
[He releases the man's tongue finally, in favor of pistoning his fingers into his mouth. He does this once, twice, three times, all rather careful. He just wants to be sure he has the right idea.
The hand against his cock, of course, moves in tandem.]
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But no, he obliges Wolfwood's desire. At first it isn't outright fucking into his throat, however. Instead, he pins that tongue down, holding it against the bottom of his mouth. He's careful to make sure he isn't pressing against any teeth — he wants discomfort, not pain.]
You're insatiable, Wolfwood. I'm losing track of all the ways to make you happy.
[He releases the man's tongue finally, in favor of pistoning his fingers into his mouth. He does this once, twice, three times, all rather careful. He just wants to be sure he has the right idea.
The hand against his cock, of course, moves in tandem.]