[That slow, lasting grind might be even more tantalizing than actively being thrusted into. The extended contact, paired with the encompassing fullness, almost makes his mouth water and his eyes roll back in his head. A small noise leaves him, all pleasure and satisfaction summed up in one. He's perfect. Nicholas D. Wolfwood is perfect, and Vash is a damn lucky man to have him between his legs.]
You want me to - mm - apologize for getting - [A giggle sputters out of him, one that he muffles as he leans forward to bury his face against the crook of Wolfwood's neck.] A-dick-ted?
[He presses a kiss to the skin beneath his mouth. Then another. On the third, he lets himself bite down, then shifts his lip to suck against the small mark he's left. It's going to to be hopelessly obvious, given Wolfwood's usual attire.]
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You want me to - mm - apologize for getting - [A giggle sputters out of him, one that he muffles as he leans forward to bury his face against the crook of Wolfwood's neck.] A-dick-ted?
[He presses a kiss to the skin beneath his mouth. Then another. On the third, he lets himself bite down, then shifts his lip to suck against the small mark he's left. It's going to to be hopelessly obvious, given Wolfwood's usual attire.]
Why would I deny it? I like you like this.