[For now, Vash manages to work his lather down toward Wolfwood's Wolfwood's hips before it begins to run out. Still, given the mess Vash had made of him, he can't be blamed for lingering. His fingers seem to map out every ridge of muscle, trace over every scar, and fan through the thick hair that settles just above his belt line. It's all kept gentle — not trying to elicit a response, merely revere and appreciate. Despite his earlier mood, the affection is no less bountiful — in fact it seems to pool deeply within his chest and radiate outward.
Eventually, though, he does rise up for the time being. He takes Wolfwood's face into his hands and pulls him into a brief kiss. He can't help it, when he feels about ready to burst with his adoration.]
Don't push it, buddy. [He scolds when they part. There's no venom to his words, though they do trail into a yelp as Wolfwood does, indeed, push it. The shiver that follows is a bodily one. It seems to deeply affect him despite everything, especially given the way his sinuous length — mostly retracted now — seems to abruptly stand at at least partial attention.]
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Eventually, though, he does rise up for the time being. He takes Wolfwood's face into his hands and pulls him into a brief kiss. He can't help it, when he feels about ready to burst with his adoration.]
Don't push it, buddy. [He scolds when they part. There's no venom to his words, though they do trail into a yelp as Wolfwood does, indeed, push it. The shiver that follows is a bodily one. It seems to deeply affect him despite everything, especially given the way his sinuous length — mostly retracted now — seems to abruptly stand at at least partial attention.]
Nick!