[For a moment, Wolfwood sits up a little so they can actually talk, instead of focusing on trying to keep his hips angled so that Vash can fuck into his thighs. He wishes he could more easily turn around, but it's fine. He can look at him over his shoulder well enough.]

It ain't complaining. I'd rather you said something instead of just...sitting through it if you ain't feeling it, right?

[That's how it should be, at least as far as Wolfwood is concerned. He still has no idea how Vash's first time went, but...that might have had a lasting impression on him in this department.]

I mean. We don't have to do this here.

[They went to get cleaned up, sure, but what's wrong with getting messy in bed again? They can wash the sheets in the morning or whatever.]