[He's pretty sure he's dying. Vash has killed him for real this time, pack it up folks Vash the Stampede has killed a man-
When he pulls those metal fingers free from his mouth, it's almost disappointing to not have them there any longer. It's for Wolfwood's own good though, who was liable to actually chip a tooth if he wasn't careful. Never in his life did he think he'd be that horny over someone's hand, but hey. It helps that he's already plenty horny for who it happens to be attached to. Now here he is, having to look down at himself as he still twitches vaguely in the last throes of that orgasm, sort of reclining back against Vash with his whole front that isn't submerged once again dirty. Not that...they've really tried to wash up at all, yet.
They may need that shower after all.]
I-I...fuck, Vash. [Wolfwood wheezes, turning his face against the Independent's neck. Yes, his voice is a bit hoarse now.] How...the hell do you manage t'do this to me...
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When he pulls those metal fingers free from his mouth, it's almost disappointing to not have them there any longer. It's for Wolfwood's own good though, who was liable to actually chip a tooth if he wasn't careful. Never in his life did he think he'd be that horny over someone's hand, but hey. It helps that he's already plenty horny for who it happens to be attached to. Now here he is, having to look down at himself as he still twitches vaguely in the last throes of that orgasm, sort of reclining back against Vash with his whole front that isn't submerged once again dirty. Not that...they've really tried to wash up at all, yet.
They may need that shower after all.]
I-I...fuck, Vash. [Wolfwood wheezes, turning his face against the Independent's neck. Yes, his voice is a bit hoarse now.] How...the hell do you manage t'do this to me...