[vash says in not so many words to come kiss him and razlo is skedaddling like a fucking looney tune. don't think too hard about how he's repeatedly been a homophobic bisexual yet scrambling the moment he has this opportunity.
... except, by the time he gets in the same room as vash, he stops and... stares. he doesn't know how to go about this, actually. how does one... woo??]
[Vash is settled on the bed right now, thank you very much. We're just going to assume that Wolfwood is out wooing Ain or banging Flamebringer. It's just the two of them, and Vash looks very smug about it. His grin, offered up to Razlo, is downright cheeky.]
What's the matter, buddy? What happened to that big game you were talking?
[well, keeping up the sass and the challenging aspect is definitely steering raz in the right direction, so vash has that going for him! given a few seconds, razlo huffs again, but it's in laughter this time, and a wry smirk follows.]
Yeah, yeah. Y'want me to treat ya rough, ain't that right?
[that doesn't mean he's experienced, though. for now... maybe shuffling up to the edge of the bed and leaning over vash is a good enough start?
... fuck, he might have to actually use his words, here.]
Why don't ya tell me what exactly that entails? [even if he's doing his best to put on the rough 'n tough airs that vash said he was interested in...] I don't wanna actually hurt ya. [maybe it's just as surprising to razlo hearing it come out of his own mouth!]
[Vash complies by opening his legs up nice and wide. He all but grins up at Razlo, though the expression softens when those words hit his ears. He lifts a hand, tapping at his chin a few times.]
Pin me down if you want to. Put your hands around my neck. You can bite extra hard and all that. [He hums to himself.] Just don't hit me or get too pointed with your insults. Then I'll cry and you won't have any fun.
[vash willingly makes himself vulnerable, and it's immediately so satisfying and enticing to razlo. he hasn't pried at livio's recent memories, but vash's position nevertheless prompts flashes in his mind. and he understands part of what vash had said about raz being attractive to him -- it isn't just livio hero worshipping vash, it isn't just razlo wanting to hunt him like a cat with a mouse. their very body feels drawn to him.
the split second of memory resurfacing causes a jolt of headache that makes razlo growl as he lays a hand on vash's shoulder. his thumb flexes toward the soft part of the independent's throat, not yet quite grabbing on.]
[As far as Vash is concerned, the growl is just for him. He shudders bodily, while his throat bobs in anticipation. His next breath in hitches just that faintest bit, belying the confidence with which he tries to speak.]
[razlo is more than content allowing vash to believe it. if anything, it clues him in further to just what the blond is after.
that finger ghosts over vash's adams apple before his whole hand slides up and squeezes just under vash's jaw -- not angled to restrict airflow or bloodflow, but so that he feels the pressure of razlo's grip. he leans in, resisting the urge to bite as invited, just so he can drink in vash's expression. his own eyes are, impossibly, blown out even more than is typical.]
Y'tryin' to get me to fuck you, y'little weed? Alla your partners treat ya too tender -- y'need someone to shove ya down 'n have their way?
[Vash isn't sure how any of his organs are functioning, considering how quickly his blood rushes both northward and southward. Though Razlo doesn't keep him from breathing, Vash chokes on a gasp as if he can't. Likewise, his own pupils are blown out.
Realizing that his reaction might indicate dissatisfaction, Vash is quick to crack a smile. He flutters his lashes up at Razlo, pausing to lick his lips before speaking.]
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... except, by the time he gets in the same room as vash, he stops and... stares. he doesn't know how to go about this, actually. how does one... woo??]
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What's the matter, buddy? What happened to that big game you were talking?
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It ain't talk! [maybe the wanting to fight everyone isn't, but the kissing and cutesy shit is.
he stomps over to the bed, and promptly deflates. stares at vash some more, then stares at the ground.]
... I dunno how to be -- [hm.] -- nice.
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Who said anything about being nice?
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Yeah, yeah. Y'want me to treat ya rough, ain't that right?
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If you have the guts for it, sure. But I'm starting to worry you're going to chicken out.
[He is absolutely goading Raz, thank you.]
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[that doesn't mean he's experienced, though. for now... maybe shuffling up to the edge of the bed and leaning over vash is a good enough start?
... fuck, he might have to actually use his words, here.]
Why don't ya tell me what exactly that entails? [even if he's doing his best to put on the rough 'n tough airs that vash said he was interested in...] I don't wanna actually hurt ya. [maybe it's just as surprising to razlo hearing it come out of his own mouth!]
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Pin me down if you want to. Put your hands around my neck. You can bite extra hard and all that. [He hums to himself.] Just don't hit me or get too pointed with your insults. Then I'll cry and you won't have any fun.
How's that to start us off?
potentially getting spicy, beware
the split second of memory resurfacing causes a jolt of headache that makes razlo growl as he lays a hand on vash's shoulder. his thumb flexes toward the soft part of the independent's throat, not yet quite grabbing on.]
Y'just want me to manhandle ya a bit, or -- more?
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How do you mean more? Use your big tiger words.
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that finger ghosts over vash's adams apple before his whole hand slides up and squeezes just under vash's jaw -- not angled to restrict airflow or bloodflow, but so that he feels the pressure of razlo's grip. he leans in, resisting the urge to bite as invited, just so he can drink in vash's expression. his own eyes are, impossibly, blown out even more than is typical.]
Y'tryin' to get me to fuck you, y'little weed? Alla your partners treat ya too tender -- y'need someone to shove ya down 'n have their way?
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Realizing that his reaction might indicate dissatisfaction, Vash is quick to crack a smile. He flutters his lashes up at Razlo, pausing to lick his lips before speaking.]
Sure do. Think you can manage all that, tiger?