[It's flattering, genuinely, that he can feel Vash spiraling towards orgasm this soon. Though, perhaps its disingenuous to say it's soon when they tried to fuck a minute ago, but it didn't work. This though...this is working just fine.
God, Vash is so fucking hot. Hearing him, and how desperate he sounds moaning out his pleasure, is intoxicating for Wolfwood. He wasn't lying when he said that he was starting to become addicted to this, because he's pretty sure now that if they don't make banging at least a semi-regular event, he's going to have withdrawals or something, and he personally hasn't had sex in years. He can't imagine how much of an experience it must be for Vash, who hasn't had it for an actual century. Now he's being filled up to the brim and then some, if Wolfwood has anything to say about it.
He moves at a rapid clip, seeking less to draw this out now, and more to work them both to release. He's certain he's got plenty enough of a load left to satisfy Vash after all, and judging by the way the Independent is keeping them glued together, he likely doesn't want him to pull out for it. So, fine. If Vash wants to be filled like a jelly donut, be his guest-!
Now...they are not on terribly even ground here. They are still standing on tile. It is slippery and wet, and Vash has suddenly moved his leg off the tub and has instead wrapped it around Wolfwood's waist. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. They're both sturdy, Vash is leaning back against the wall and has his arms on Wolfwood, it's all fine. Wolfwood might be moving at a fast clip, but it's not an unsustainable one.
But I also rolled a 4, which means the gods aren't looking down at Wolfwood right now with kindness. They look on with maliciousness.
There is a patch of soapy residue on the tub floor that hasn't yet been washed away, completely beyond Wolfwood's notice, that the ball of his foot starts to inch into as his pace quickens. He's getting close too, spiraling fast towards that blissful release, so he isn't paying enough attention. He can feel himself rising to the peak alongside Vash, panting in his ear, breathing heavy against the side of his neck-
Until his foot catches that spot, and his leg completely slips backwards out from under him. It happens so quickly he doesn't even have the time to curse his misfortune. He just...starts to fall backwards, with just his left arm hooked around Vash in a way that suggests he may very well be about to pull them both to the ground.]
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God, Vash is so fucking hot. Hearing him, and how desperate he sounds moaning out his pleasure, is intoxicating for Wolfwood. He wasn't lying when he said that he was starting to become addicted to this, because he's pretty sure now that if they don't make banging at least a semi-regular event, he's going to have withdrawals or something, and he personally hasn't had sex in years. He can't imagine how much of an experience it must be for Vash, who hasn't had it for an actual century. Now he's being filled up to the brim and then some, if Wolfwood has anything to say about it.
He moves at a rapid clip, seeking less to draw this out now, and more to work them both to release. He's certain he's got plenty enough of a load left to satisfy Vash after all, and judging by the way the Independent is keeping them glued together, he likely doesn't want him to pull out for it. So, fine. If Vash wants to be filled like a jelly donut, be his guest-!
Now...they are not on terribly even ground here. They are still standing on tile. It is slippery and wet, and Vash has suddenly moved his leg off the tub and has instead wrapped it around Wolfwood's waist. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. They're both sturdy, Vash is leaning back against the wall and has his arms on Wolfwood, it's all fine. Wolfwood might be moving at a fast clip, but it's not an unsustainable one.
But I also rolled a 4, which means the gods aren't looking down at Wolfwood right now with kindness. They look on with maliciousness.
There is a patch of soapy residue on the tub floor that hasn't yet been washed away, completely beyond Wolfwood's notice, that the ball of his foot starts to inch into as his pace quickens. He's getting close too, spiraling fast towards that blissful release, so he isn't paying enough attention. He can feel himself rising to the peak alongside Vash, panting in his ear, breathing heavy against the side of his neck-
Until his foot catches that spot, and his leg completely slips backwards out from under him. It happens so quickly he doesn't even have the time to curse his misfortune. He just...starts to fall backwards, with just his left arm hooked around Vash in a way that suggests he may very well be about to pull them both to the ground.]