Speak for yourself, needle-noggin...you're gonna give me a new kink over here.

[Read: Vash already has. He did that a while ago actually, and now Wolfwood is pretty sure he's been ruined for life. He won't be able to get off ever again without thinking about Vash and his stupid partially-prehensile dick. Ugh. It does not help that he's noticed how it can sort of curl around him while he's inside Vash, and if that doesn't drive him absolutely insane nothing else would-

He isn't going to simply tease Vash forever though. They've both been waiting for a while now, and since Wolfwood is confident that Vash is doing better mentally- he asked for this himself, after all- he's not going to hesitate in reaching for the base of himself so he can carefully line up the tip with that slick entrance, then once he has the tip pressed against the folds, he'll use the edge of his thumb to pull him open just that much more to make entering him seamless.

It's...almost embarrassing how easy he goes in. He actually has to force himself not to plunge in all the way to the hilt immediately, a startled laugh of a sound escaping him as his other hand quickly flies back up to grab Vash's shoulder for a moment.]

Jesus...you'd better not let me fall.

[Wolfwood said, his cock half-in, half-out of Vash-]