[Oh, don't worry Vash. He's pretty sure he has an inkling...and he could also say the same thing about you, when he's currently sitting in a bathtub half full of water literally on the cusp of orgasm again because you're fucking his mouth with your fingers. That sort of thing kindof says something about a person, no?
Vash caught on quickly. He's remembered that Wolfwood swallowed all of him down before without prompting, meaning that he either has no gag reflex, or he has trained himself to the point where this sort of thing doesn't bother him and is, in fact, a turn on instead. It's also probably Vash's clue in to the fact that Wolfwood would be into masochism, and would probably die (not literal) on the spot if he could convince Vash to choke him, BUT THAT'S FOR ANOTHER TIME---
He couldn't possibly hang on for much longer than this. Not with Vash being so purposeful in his movements, coupled with the sweet nothings he's whispering into Wolfwood's ear. He feels his back arch helplessly up into Vash's hand again as he suddenly gets the idea to press his fingers even deeper into the back of his throat, the now-warm metal slipping down easily.
He has to ask himself, as Vash asks him to come, when he got so easy. Because the moment the words pass his lips, it's like Vash touched him with a cattle prod.
The muscles in his body tense all at once, his thighs quaking as his cock spasms in Vash's grip. All at once, he's cumming thick ropes that cover the back of Vash's knuckles, his wrist, and then fall into and dissipate in the water. Meanwhile, Wolfwood practically chokes out a sob around Vash's fingertips, his teeth once again clattering around the metal as he struggles to keep himself coherent, his head falling back against Vash's collarbone.
He's crying out Vash's name, it's just garbled with his fingers still in his mouth.]
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Vash caught on quickly. He's remembered that Wolfwood swallowed all of him down before without prompting, meaning that he either has no gag reflex, or he has trained himself to the point where this sort of thing doesn't bother him and is, in fact, a turn on instead. It's also probably Vash's clue in to the fact that Wolfwood would be into masochism, and would probably die (not literal) on the spot if he could convince Vash to choke him, BUT THAT'S FOR ANOTHER TIME---
He couldn't possibly hang on for much longer than this. Not with Vash being so purposeful in his movements, coupled with the sweet nothings he's whispering into Wolfwood's ear. He feels his back arch helplessly up into Vash's hand again as he suddenly gets the idea to press his fingers even deeper into the back of his throat, the now-warm metal slipping down easily.
He has to ask himself, as Vash asks him to come, when he got so easy. Because the moment the words pass his lips, it's like Vash touched him with a cattle prod.
The muscles in his body tense all at once, his thighs quaking as his cock spasms in Vash's grip. All at once, he's cumming thick ropes that cover the back of Vash's knuckles, his wrist, and then fall into and dissipate in the water. Meanwhile, Wolfwood practically chokes out a sob around Vash's fingertips, his teeth once again clattering around the metal as he struggles to keep himself coherent, his head falling back against Vash's collarbone.
He's crying out Vash's name, it's just garbled with his fingers still in his mouth.]