[Would Vash be forgiven, if the faintest strand of drool had pooled down the side of his cheek. At some point, he'd lolled his head back and given up any semblance of control. His body still spasms with the occasional jolt of pleasure. Each breath comes heavy and noisily, each puff rife with the pleasure that still flows through him.
It's hard to say if he rolls his eyes, or if his eyes roll back into his head as Wolfwood draws him into the kiss. He responds, of course, but it's slow and clumsy. Any lingering energy in his body had swiftly been drained by that final round. Before long, he dips out of the kiss in favor of nuzzling himself against Wolfwood's shoulder.]
I - [He inhales slowly, trying to steady himself.] I love you, Wolfwood. 'n not just because you just - [He starts laughing, little more than rapid puffs of air.] Scrambled my guts.
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It's hard to say if he rolls his eyes, or if his eyes roll back into his head as Wolfwood draws him into the kiss. He responds, of course, but it's slow and clumsy. Any lingering energy in his body had swiftly been drained by that final round. Before long, he dips out of the kiss in favor of nuzzling himself against Wolfwood's shoulder.]
I - [He inhales slowly, trying to steady himself.] I love you, Wolfwood. 'n not just because you just - [He starts laughing, little more than rapid puffs of air.] Scrambled my guts.