[A soft, almost imperceptible "there you are" is breathed out as soon as Wolfwood pushes into his hand. He draws his face closer, shifting just enough that their foreheads can press together. They must be quite a sight, two wet-cat looking men staring into each other's eyes.
It's the stuff of stupid romances, really.]
I do have to. [He'll be insistent on this one.] Just how I am. You know that.
[His body trembles beneath that touch, part of him straining forward for more contact, while the rest tries to remain relaxed and reduce the odds of slipping. His cock obviously hadn't gotten the memo on remaining still, though, judging by the way it partially curls around Wolfwood. Even the casual friction and pressure from his partner's dick seemed to be doing it for him, judging both by the excessive amounts of sap now trickling from him, and by the whimpers leaving Vash's mouth.]
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It's the stuff of stupid romances, really.]
I do have to. [He'll be insistent on this one.] Just how I am. You know that.
[His body trembles beneath that touch, part of him straining forward for more contact, while the rest tries to remain relaxed and reduce the odds of slipping. His cock obviously hadn't gotten the memo on remaining still, though, judging by the way it partially curls around Wolfwood. Even the casual friction and pressure from his partner's dick seemed to be doing it for him, judging both by the excessive amounts of sap now trickling from him, and by the whimpers leaving Vash's mouth.]
You already feel good, Nick....