[It does feel good...to an extent. Vash is right, it's not exactly what Wolfwood wants. If he had his way, he would have just hopped on Vash's dick raw and probably would have ended up in the clinic with a very uncomfortable story to tell, so it's probably a good thing he wasn't given the reigns on that one. That being said...despite the friction it's giving Wolfwood against his cock and balls, it's not enough. He's pretty sure unless Vash really did something special, after how hard he just came from getting to suck on his fingers? He probably won't cum again, at least not just from this.
It's hard to read someone's mind, but Vash happens to have tells that Wolfwood has learned to pick up on in other ways. Namely, the fact that this guy is incredibly vocal in bed. Like, to the point where they're damn lucky Vash depression-bought a house before they got together, or else they'd be keeping the whole Inn up with their antics. It's a considerably step down from earlier, when Wolfwood ate him out and Vash was practically singing over it.
He quirks a brow, nose wrinkling as he tries to readjust his position for him a little. Maybe that's it? No...tightens the grip of his thighs? No...
After a couple moments of quiet rocking, Wolfwood turns his head suddenly, resting his cheek against Vash's collarbone so he can look back at him out of the corner of his eye.]
Needle-noggin. I know you got more in you than that. Do I need to sit a different way, or...?
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It's hard to read someone's mind, but Vash happens to have tells that Wolfwood has learned to pick up on in other ways. Namely, the fact that this guy is incredibly vocal in bed. Like, to the point where they're damn lucky Vash depression-bought a house before they got together, or else they'd be keeping the whole Inn up with their antics. It's a considerably step down from earlier, when Wolfwood ate him out and Vash was practically singing over it.
He quirks a brow, nose wrinkling as he tries to readjust his position for him a little. Maybe that's it? No...tightens the grip of his thighs? No...
After a couple moments of quiet rocking, Wolfwood turns his head suddenly, resting his cheek against Vash's collarbone so he can look back at him out of the corner of his eye.]
Needle-noggin. I know you got more in you than that. Do I need to sit a different way, or...?