[That's the plan! At least, that's what Wolfwood is aiming towards. He has plenty more he wants to do with Vash, he's just taking his time. One, because he wants to savor every single second he has with him like this, and two...because Vash made it a point to subtly warn him about what he might find. He imagines it has to do with something else about his Independent anatomy that he probably isn't prepared for, but he's working his way slowly towards that as he continues to lap at Vash's chest, soaking up every reaction and sound he makes. It's like a sweet honey he can't get enough of, particularly so when he starts to speak again. God, please keep saying his name like that, it is making him act up.]
Yeah...?
[It comes out in a breathy whisper as his lips leave Vash's chest for a moment with a wet pop, pushing himself back a fraction just so he can look down at him, his hair falling into his eyes past his shades. It reminds him of something he wanted to tell Vash before, but couldn't find an appropriate time to.]
Yaknow...I got my sunglasses enchanted by the Trader. She made it so I can see shit in the forest with them. ...but it's also made me see things on people, too.
[His thumb brushes over Vash's nipple one more time before his palm gently traces a path up his chest to his shoulder, then up the side of his neck to his jaw as he continues.]
...right now, I can see you. [...] The patterns. It's...beautiful.
[They're soft, ever present, yet not in a way that it hurts Wolfwood to look at, like with Elsword's radiant light. He brushes his thumb along one of them, even though Vash can't see the line he's tracing.]
...I wanna see more of it. I...wanna touch you. Is that okay?
[As Wolfwood continues, startled, desperate sounds begin to evolve. Steadily, they take on something almost whiny. Each lave of that tongue over his skin feels good, but he wants more. He wants those teeth sinking down, leaving his path clear and traceable over the next day to come.
He doesn't get a chance to vocalize this, given that he's stunned silent by that mouth popping off of his skin. It gives Wolfwood a chance to let his hands wander, and for Vash to fall quiet as he indulges in a different touch.
Even without his marks being lit up, Vash still knows where they are. There's a faint electrical current that runs across his skin when they come to life, and over the years he's memorized the patterns that they weave. It's why he's slightly surprised that Wolfwood follows them so expertly.
At least until he explains it. And oh how he could cry at those words. He's so used to being alien to people, and in that vein being feared. So far, Wolfwood has taken every little difference in stride. He's never felt as comfortable, as adored as he has now.
How could he ever get more of it.]
Like you - even have to ask. [Vash tries to roll his eyes, to at least play some of this cool. He's certain he'll be ribbed repeatedly for his display in the future if he doesn't manage some amount of decorum.
[It's almost funny, really. Given the fact that both Nai and Vash have basically ruined Wolfwood's entire life in different ways, you'd think he would despise both of them and everything they stand for. Nai, for forcing him into this life and molding him into a mutated version of who he could have been, and Vash, whose actions started the snowball affect that resulted in the lives everyone on the planet is forced to lead. But when you start getting into the weeds like that, things get...complicated. It was over a decade ago. For all Wolfwood knows, he could have never been born if history didn't play out the way it did, and...sure, his life has mostly sucked. But there's a lot he would have missed out on that he wouldn't be willing to give up now for anything.
And this, this right here? This is one of them.
Vash has become one of those things that he would give up everything for. And really, even from the moment the two of them met he knew- he knew- that his mission was going to be a difficult one, if not impossible. Just look at him now, in bed with his pseudo target, of all things. Leaning in to kiss his face again just because he knows it will make him giggle when he does. Drawing his hand up into his hair once more, deliberately tracing more of those light blue lines etched into Vash's skin until they disappear into golden locks. He threads through them carefully as his other hand dips back down, tracing a path through touch alone over his ribcage, abdomen, down the sharp V of his hips.
Maybe he doesn't know what he'll find. But if he cared about that, then he wouldn't be here at all.
Wolfwood leans in to press his lips to the unmarked side of Vash's neck, only this time he doesn't kiss him hard or give him a hickey or anything like that. He's merely mouthing him there, gentle as his fingertips pass over his navel, dipping briefly until he reaches the soft trail of hair leading down into his boxers. And, like...while he could just remove them outright to see what he's dealing with first, that doesn't seem...right. At least, it's not how he'd go about this with anyone else.
So. That's why he doesn't dip beneath the fabric yet, but instead stays above it as he finally cups Vash through the material, gently rocking his palm downwards against him. He's paying attention of course, to see how Vash reacts on top of just what he's feeling in general, going slowly and carefully for the other's benefit all the while.]
[And giggle Vash does. Every gentle kiss, every little scrape of skin against skin, or lips against the more sensitive spots on his body, sends little bouts of laughter coursing through him. His legs twitch, squirming against the bed as his toes curl into the fabric below. Half the time, his eyes are closed. The other half, they're half-lidded and full of adoration as he stares up at Wolfwood. The smile he wears is utterly syrupy, lovestruck in every sense of the word.
The smile does begin to fade as that hand finally reaches the hem of his underwear. There's a brief moment where he stiffens, before he forces himself to relax once more. He knows, knows that after everything, something like this probably won't scare Wolfwood away. But even as he thinks it, the anxiety grips his gut all the same.]
If it's - too much. Just say so.
[There are two things Wolfwood will immediately make note of as his hand drifts lower. First, there is the faintest press of something against the fabric above where Vash's pubic bone lies. At even the faintest of touches, it seems to grow, almost curling around the tip of a finger in a sinuous motion before the fingers are out of reach.
The second is the two-fold patches of dampness. One is in the aforementioned area, while the other is lower, directly between Vash's thighs. He seems to squirm at the touch there, hips rising up to meet his hand greedily.]
Well. It's like Wolfwood said. He'd just have to see about that.
There's little hesitation in his movements. He isn't rough though- he doesn't want to hurt Vash- but he isn't treating him like he might break under his touch, either. He could have predicted that things would be different, but now he's realizing they may actually be more different than anything he could have been imagining. He pulls back from Vash for just a moment, the curiosity in his search evident in his expression as his brows knit together and he glances down at where his hand ended up.
He doesn't want to stop immediately though. This isn't just for him, it's for Vash, and that's why he continues his ministrations for a moment first. He's careful and deliberate, bringing his hand a bit lower, arching the heel of his palm into the way Vash's hips rise up to meet it. He'll repeat the motion a time or two, until he can feel the slick beginning to coat his fingers through the fabric, which makes him realize that it's going to need to come off eventually.
Sitting back a bit against his calves, he carefully detangles himself from Vash just enough so that he can grab the hem of his underwear with both hands, glancing back up at him one more time as if to ask for silent permission before slipping them off entirely.]
[The moment in which he pulls back is a moment in which Vash finds himself starting to tense. His lips part with a handful of apologies, promises that they don't have to do this, they can find something else, they can - ]
Eeee-eh? [The sound trails into something more pleasured — obviously satisfied with the touch he's received. His legs tumble further open, exposing himself all the further even as he ruts upward into the fingers working against him.
At least when Wolfwood pulls back once more, he doesn't feel nearly as self-conscious. He knows that this part is necessary, even if he's ambivalent about it. Wolfwood might have an idea of what he's expecting, but Vash doubts he has the full picture. Nevertheless, he nods his assent and lifts his hips, helping to ease the underwear off.
What lies beneath his clothing is easily described as alien. Between his legs might be relatively normal, at least in the sense of being human. His legs part, revealing an entrance that's slick from the ministrations that Wolfwood's offered, and even a small bud of nerves at the apex of it all. What really stands out is what's beginning to — quite literally — unfold above his pubic bone. The space there, not unlike the petals of a flower, has bloomed open, revealing a very steadily growing tendril. Unlike the rest of Vash, its faint blue color is more akin to that of a Plant than of a human. And like the rest of him, it pulses with those same faint lines — though these would likely be visible even without the glasses.
Vash allows Wolfwood a few seconds of unabashed staring. He lets him come to terms with whatever thoughts he's having, before finally extending a foot and giving him a nudge.]
[Dumbly, the very first thing Wolfwood can think is: it's both.
It is BOTH but also neither and something entirely different all at the same time and he is having a whole moment about it. Here he is, just a normal...boring human with a normal boring dick, and Vash is out here with something decidedly alien. And, well...if Vash was worried that Wolfwood was going to be disgusted by what he saw and just immediately bolt into the blizzard, he's going to realize he had nothing to worry about at all. Wolfwood is...staring, but not in a bothered way. It's decidedly in a very much affected way.
A "oh no I'm a Xenophile" kind of way.
He doesn't really know how long he sits there staring at Vash with his own cock straining against the confines of his boxers, desperate to be freed but also being completely ignored because he has something more important to pay attention to right now. At least Vash has a good view now of the fact that he's affected Wolfwood in this way, heavily so. Honestly, he might have forgotten to do...anything, if it weren't for Vash getting his attention.]
Huh? [He blinks, looking back up at him. Then, he scoots back just a little because....yes, yep, he is actually leaning in to get a closer look.] Shut up for a sec-
[What is he thinking? Well the true answer is that he isn't, not anymore. He's acting on gut instinct now as he reaches his hand back in for a more direct feel, starting with that reaching tendril first. He wasn't unaware of the way it reached for him under Vash's clothing, as if it's capable of moving by itself (lol lmao), and that's what he finds himself searching for now, his fingers ever-so-carefully tracing down the full length of it whether it stays put or tries to wrap around his hand or what. But he doesn't just stop at that.
He wants to see that entrance too. His other hand joins in, now, his thumb guiding the motion as he traces underneath where that tendril begins, grazing the blue petal-like folds. It's considerably wet down here, making it easy for him to use the edge of his thumb to pull them slightly aside, and. Well. If Vash was feeling at all self conscious about being stared at I am truly so sorry-
He should? Stop? He should stop. He is not stopping. He is getting closer, settling down on his chest and forearms between Vash's knees.
He's. Is he-
One hand entertains that tendril while his other rests carefully along that entrance, and before even he knows what he's doing, he's ducked his head forward to simply bury his face there, letting his tongue lathe gently against the folds for a proper taste.]
Vash isn't sure what he's supposed to be doing right now. Wolfwood is obviously staring, and with those glasses still squarely on his nose, it's a bit harder to tell what he's thinking. He lifts his foot to nudge at him, but stops short when his gaze falls a little further south. Vash can lie to himself about a lot of things, but there's little room to acknowledge a biological response. Specifically, one that indicates arousal of all things.
As if — Wolfwood was really enjoying what he was seeing. As if he wanted to touch more. See more. Do more. The mere thought practically bodies Vash with his own wave arousal, further spurring the tendril out until it's reached its full length.]
Jeez, Nick - [So much for shutting up.
At first, he squirms at the almost teasing touches. He is nothing if not incredibly sensitive, especially here. Especially as that tendril takes the chance to curl around the tips of Wolfwood's fingers. It isn't entirely prehensile — the further toward the base it went, the less flexible it was. But the tip seemed to have a mind of its own, curling greedily around the source of friction and leaving an almost thick, sap like substance in its wake.]
Ah - c'mon, you're teasing me! [Comes the whine from up toward the head of the bed. He has no idea what Wolfwood's about to do next, but he absolutely doesn't expect his whole face to suddenly be between his legs and - ]
Fuck. [Vash isn't the type to swear all that frequently, usually in moments of heavy emotions or intense surprise. It really underlines just how deeply that single lave of the tongue seems to effect him. His legs fold inward, briefly trapping Wolfwood before he remembers to let the poor man breathe.]
[He should have taken off his sunglasses. Key word, should. He did not do that, and now it feels like it might be too late. He is already here, and unless Vash kicks him in the face or yells at him to stop, he doesn't plan on doing so. He's too busy committing everything to memory. The way that tendril behaves is both exactly as he'd expect and completely different at the same time. It being only semi-prehensile is interesting, and he notes the way the very tip seeks contact on its own. He won't stop it from doing whatever the hell it wants, of course, his fingers kept loose and pliable for Vash's benefit. The slick it leaves behind is also a lot thicker than he would have guessed, like syrup, and that is making every neuron in his brain freak the fuck out as he feels it coat his fingers and slide down towards his palm, like sweet molasses.
He breathes out harshly. Get a fucking grip. He's not the one who's meant to be acting like a blushing virgin, here. But, well...it's not like he's exactly in his element or anything. This is new for him, too, just as new as it is for Vash. Vaguely, he finds himself imagining dully what that first and only sexual encounter for Vash must have been like. With who? Ugh. Whoever it was, he hopes to a god he doesn't believe in that they didn't hurt Vash over any of this, because if they did they did not fucking deserve him anyway. They didn't deserve any of this.
The teasing isn't intentional, though he continues to be silent as the grave as he works. The more he explores, the more he searches with his fingertips and now his mouth, the harder it gets for him to focus. There is a visible, wet sheen at his own front now, and it is not helped by the way Vash abruptly crushes his head between his thighs the second his tongue gets involved.
Please. Do not be unlocking more kinks for him right now, he's already at capacity-
He closes his eyes for a moment as he waits for Vash to relent and let up on that punishing hold on his head, carefully drawing back just a fraction so he can pull his glasses off and drop them haphazardly to the mattress. It's going to make this a lot easier, and he doesn't want anything obstructing his view.
Back to that entrance, slick and inviting. He traces his tongue up from where it begins at its lowest point all the way up to that bundle of nerves at the top, though he's careful not to touch that just yet. He's busy sampling the rest first. This is not like a human's, this is much thicker, it really is like sap from a tree, or a flower...it has to be sweet, or maybe he's just imagining that. His tongue dips into the petals, seeking for more, like a hummingbird desperate for sweet nectar.]
[The good thing about No Man's Land is that there's plenty of other freaks running around. Maybe not exactly like him, but he's not the only one with an "augmented" body or anything of the sort. A few pretty little lies and blinks from those doe eyes would have anyone believing anything, at least for a time. So no, his first time was not poor in that regard. It was Vash who had been the one to ruin it, and only for himself.
It was, like most things for Vash, fleeting and strictly business. There was no time spend dabbling or exploring. He was in and out in a blink, and left with plenty of time to lament and regret ever allowing himself such an indulgence.
But that was a long time ago. This was different. Yes, Wolfwood's touch is self-serving, in that it suits his exploration, but he isn't short on the attention he gives Vash. From minute one, it's been mutual. And of course, the Independent cherished that.
With a soft exhale, Vash's leg bends at the knee. he tucks it over Wolfwood's shoulder, a silent request for him to linger, but not a forced attempt. His hand, meanwhile, slips downward too. It tangles in the Punisher's hair, stroking through it as he babbles nonsensical praise. Each point of contact sends fresh electricity pounding through his veins. He can't ever recall being this keyed up, this sensitive to anything. It has to be Wolfwood, and only him.
Those sounds alone should probably be enough to encourage Wolfwood, or at least assure him that the effort is being well-received. Nevertheless, Vash tries to force his scattered braincells to focus on being coherent, if only to affirm that Nick is doing everything right.]
's good Nick. You're doin' good. I feel - [He trails into a bout of bubbling laughter. He sounds ridiculous but. Whatever. Who cares.]
[...has anyone ever told Vash that his laughter is perfect? Because it is, and that's what Wolfwood ends up thinking idly, dumbly. It's like his brain is on autopilot and regurgitating the first thing that comes to mind in response to all outward stimuli. Boy pretty. Yes, we already knew that, good job congrats.
It's funny. He's never cared about his performance in bed before. He's never...been particularly fussed about wanting to make sure he does a good job for someone. Every other time it was just a thing, just something to do, something to take the edge off and blow off steam, but here? He could be plowing through this like a bull in a china shop if he wanted but he's not. He's taking the utmost care with Vash, and it isn't just because his anatomy is unique and he doesn't want to fuck up with that. He is...enamored, by all of it, and he wants to explore every nook and cranny.
He glances up to look at Vash past the tendril now clutching his index finger, just briefly. Vash may notice the way his eyes crease, indicating a smirk against the sensitive skin, which is made all the more purposeful when Wolfwood draws back a fraction so he can show Vash he's smiling. He'll be able to see the way his own slick glistens on his skin, and the way Wolfwood decides to tease Vash by sticking his tongue out at him through his teeth.]
Yeah? You taste good.
[Genuinely, he doesn't think he's enjoyed eating somebody out this much in a while, but he's also...well. Maybe a LITTLE bit biased here.
He wastes no time going back in for seconds, only this time he's not moving quite so slow or tentative as before. He goes in as if he would for a kiss, mouthing his way in deeper until he reaches a point of resistance, at which he stops and once again drags his tongue along the outside. Every time he laps away the slick to have it replaced by yet more, he's quick to swipe it away again with his tongue. Back all the way up to the apex, where he pauses. That little nub is there, nestled among the petals, risen to attention and similarly inviting. And if it's anything like he imagines it will be, well.
Wolfwood braces himself as he tilts his head up and lays a kiss against it, just before wrapping his lips around the tip so he can suck on it similarly to the way he had with Vash's nipple before, albeit a lot more gentle, and with a lot more attention given with the way his tongue darts in to tease it between his lips.]
[Why is it that that is what strikes Vash dumb. It's so silly, so plainly said, and yet simultaneously incredibly intimate. He juts his lower lip out in a pout, even as he whimpers his own protests. How dare Wolfwood turn this back on him, especially about that.
Not that he has any time to actually complain. By the time he even considers it, Wolfwood is diving back in. There is no mercy to be had here this time and Vash wouldn't have it any other way. Pleasure floods his every sense, sending lights darting both behind his eyes and over his skin. Wolfwood will see it too, the way every pulse with his mouth has an immediate visible effect of illuminating those bioluminescent lines.]
Hell - Nick. Wolfwood -
[His hips rise up, greedily shoving himself further into Wolfwood's mouth. The end of his prehensile cock curls greedily over the fingers still nearest it, as if trying to draw out all the more pleasure. As if Vash could handle it without breaking. As long as it's been, he already feels dangerously close to the edge. He struggles to keep his legs open, rather than slamming shut around Wolfwood's head once more.]
[The funny thing is, Wolfwood isn't even trying to be suave here. He's just saying what comes to mind, and what he's saying is how he actually feels. He thinks he could do this for a long time if he thought that Vash could stand it, just. Eating him out for hours? Yeah, that sounds like a good way to spend the evening. He knows better than to think they have that kind of time though, which is why he's savoring it now while he can. It's not hard to tell that he's going to bust soon enough, so he's going to enjoy it while he still can.
He actually quite enjoys the way Vash has taken to rocking his hips up into his face, like yes? Yes please fuck his face. We are learning things about ourselves today. Not that Wolfwood wasn't plenty aware that he'd be as into this as he is, it's just...this is doing things for his oral fixation. Never in his life did he think he'd have so many things to get to play with all at once, it's almost overwhelming. Like a kid in a candy store being told they can only pick one.
Well...why not sample the rest while he's at it? Yes, he thinks he just might.
Wolfwood will linger against the folds for a little bit longer first though, hungrily lapping up the slick and teasing at that bundle of nerves with the edge of his tongue. By the time he does finally resurface, his nose, mouth, and chin are completely soaked, but that seems to be doing little to deter him. With a coy cant of his head to the side, Wolfwood turns his attention to the length currently still curling around his fingers, which prompts him to gently free himself so he can use the residual wetness to slick up his palm, making it easier to give it a few slow, measured strokes.]
Haha...sorry. Don't mean to neglect you.
[....................is he talking to Vash or is he talking to his cock-
Well whichever is the case, he's briefly swapping gears, tilting his head up so he can guide the tip of the reaching length towards his own mouth. He opens up, sticking his tongue out partway as he allows it to slither inside partially of its own volition in seeking out more stimulation, which is an insane feeling on its own, before he ducks his head forward and actively wraps his lips around the head. The pass of his tongue against the shaft is both purposeful and curious, mapping out its various bumps and textures while also keeping an eye on Vash's reactions to it up above. In a perfect world, he'd just have two heads so he could do both, but since he can't...he's just going to bring his now-free hand back down to that entrance so he can very gently introduce a finger inside, curious to see if it's function is as he suspects.]
[Wolfwood is, quite potentially, trying to kill Vash. That's the only (il)logical conclusion Vash can draw. There's something about the timbre of his voice, the heat of his breath and of course, the roughness of his palms that all pairs perfectly together when it comes to absolutely driving Vash insane. A series of equally incoherent, babbling noises escapes him — somewhere between whimpers and yelps, not at all unlike the little sounds he makes when in a scrap. He's nothing if not consistent, at least.
It is a little disappointing as Wolfwood pulls away. Equally as disappointing is the fact that Vash realizes that it's not him being addressed, but his damn dick. He shifts his leg enough to nudge Wolfwood in the side, scowling for approximately .5 seconds before oh god - that's his mouth.
It's a battle of wills within Vash's own mind. Part of him wants to outright buck into his mouth. The other part urges him to stay still and not overwhelm. In the end, those hips do twitch upward, forcing the tip of his cock just that much further into Wolfwood's mouth. It curls sinuously over his tongue, laying heavy against it as a fresh wave of slick seems to shudder out of it. It at least has the decency to not force itself any further down Wolfwood's throat, even if Vash is very curious about how far his gag reflex goes.
I mean what -
Distracted as he is by trying to keep himself from choking Wolfwood out, he almost doesn't notice his other hand shifting. It's only once he feels that renewed warmth that he realizes what's happening and -]
N-Nick!
[Naturally, there's very little resistance as that singular finger finds its way in. He's slick enough that the glide is easy, even if Vash does tighten down around him instinctively. The startled noises from the man gives way, once more, to a very pleased groan. At least for the moment, he melts back down against the blankets.]
[How do you tell somebody you don't mind if they fuck your face without telling them, a memoir by Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Granted, he could very easily just SAY this, but that would require pulling that dick out of his mouth and he just got here, he's not going anywhere, thanks. He is fascinated by the feeling of it in his mouth, because...most people are human, and though the penis moves around quite a bit more than you'd suspect if you don't have one, it doesn't do what Vash's is doing right now. And, honest to god, the idea of Vash's length deciding to wiggle its way down his throat on his own is making him wet. Let's not forget that Wolfwood is also here, he is also struggling, and he's pretty sure his underwear has been completely ruined by this point. They're fucking soaked.
For the time being, though, he's okay with remaining neglected. He can fantasize about sticking it in later when he's finished here.
He doesn't resist the way Vash keeps unintentionally thrusting his hips against his face, for what it's worth. In fact, he seems to be only encouraging it as he takes it head-on every time, eyes rolling up to lock with Vash's as they glitter with lust. Now, he's a man on a mission. He will not stop, won't rest, until Vash cums in his face. That is his goal, and he has two convenient points of attack. That cock, which he's steadily swallowing down more and more of as he acclimates to the feeling of it in his mouth and the stretch of his jaw, and that slick entrance, which he's now taken to thrusting his finger into, gently. He kindof wishes it were his tongue instead, but again, he had to pick one. He's pretty sure Vash doesn't mind.
It's slow, at first. Wolfwood hasn't done this in a very long time, and it shows. His cheek bulges occasionally as he misses his mark and that tendril coils up in the back edge of his mouth, causing him to exhale on a garbled moan through his nose. Then, he'll draw back, readjust, and bob his head back down again. Eventually, with his tongue to guide it and his other hand carefully wrapped around the base, Wolfwood finds a rhythm. He works Vash over carefully, using the slick he produces to make the glide all the more smooth, all while he finger-fucks that entrance beneath it.
And what will Vash find? Well...
Wolfwood takes a sharp breath through his nose, like he's about to dive underwater. Then, he brings his head and shoulders down, taking Vash's entire cock into his mouth until he's nosing at his groin, brushing against blonde curls.
He swallows as hard as he can in that moment he's holding his breath, the tip of Vash's length sitting right at the furthest back of his throat.]
[That look is the only warning Vash has before things completely go off the rails. Between the two of them, he's always been the reckless one. Yet even as he thinks as much — admittedly in short bursts of clarity shorted out by absolutely molten waves of pleasure — he knows he shouldn't be surprised, either. It was extremely rare to see Wolfwood without something in his mouth.
God why does that make it even hotter.
The point is: Wolfwood is absolutely insane for swallowing Vash down the way that he does. He can feel himself in the back of his throat, in the same way that he feels his cock trying to curl even further into that heated wetness. Any protests he might have had are quickly garbled as lightning cracks through his body. It sends his eyes rolling into the back, and drives his own body into instinct mode.
In the end, Nick gets his wish. As he teeters on the cusp, overwhelmed by two-fold sensation, he finds himself desperately chasing that pleasure. His hips rut without abandon, trying to rock that finger further in even as he fucks straight down Wolfwood's throat. The fingers in his hair tighten to the point of pain, holding him in place as thrust in once, twice and -
On the third, he comes apart. Wolfwood's warning will be the sound of increasingly loud gasps, a rhythmic chorus of Ah! that leaves him with each rock of his hips. Whether he pushes Vash back or takes it down the throat, Wolfwood will be treated to a significantly thicker liquid — just as sticky and sweet as before, yet slightly more abundant than any human release might be.
And the entire time, he practically sings Wolfwood's name.]
[Okay, um. He's done a lot of stupid shit in his life, but he's got to admit, this definitely was the stupidest and most impulsive yet. Wolfwood is still dealing with alien anatomy here, and while he doubts Vash would have let him anywhere near his junk if he were worried it could do real harm, that doesn't mean Wolfwood can't incite an incident by being stupid about it. It's very possible his dick could have twisted around in his throat or something, or maybe there are secret barbs on it like a cat, or maybe he jizzes corrosive acid, he doesn't fucking know. Point being, it's too late to turn back now, not that he ever intended to. He keeps Vash fully in his throat with the initial plan to just...hold for a few seconds before going back to bobbing his head.
That isn't what happens. In quite literally an instant, it's Wolfwood's turn to be hanging on for dear life.
His eyes widen, his hand suddenly leaving the base of Vash's cock to instead rest against his hips as he suddenly starts bucking them up off the bed with enough force that it would have given Wolfwood whiplash if he were a different kind of person. He doesn't stop him- far from it- he's more just trying to keep him from breaking his nose with his pelvis as he moves, because Vash is strong. He could very easily accidentally hurt him with enough force, even though Wolfwood knows he'd sooner die. Then there's the finger that got briefly lost inside of him, now acting more as a tool for Vash's pleasure as he rocks his hips down against it, forcing his finger deeper inside even as he moves it on its own, the tip reaching in deep and curling up against Vash's navel.
It's a fucking lot. But if Wolfwood knows Vash like he thinks he does, it will be fine. This will only last for a few seconds, and then they can regroup. It's fine. It's more than fine, because he's pretty sure he's going to be dreaming about the melodic sounds the Independent makes for weeks afterwards. He can feel his dick leap in his underwear in response, desperate to answer, aching with need and continued denial. Vash's keeping his head locked in place, too, and he can feel his scalp ache with how hard he's yanking on his hair as he spirals towards imminent release.
Finally. Finally, it comes. And it comes.
And it. ......comes.
And Wolfwood abruptly realizes he's in trouble.
He doesn't even taste it at first. It rockets directly down the back of his throat to the point where he nearly misses it, at least until he feels how thickly it coats him on the way down, like honey. Eyes widening a fraction, he rushes to swallow it down, his nails digging into the skin of Vash's upper thigh. He can feel the way his cock pulses- he cannot take another, he will choke- so he has to quickly throw his head back. It slips out of him all in a rush as Wolfwood gasps, yet Vash is far from done. That sticky sweet release shoots across his face now in ropes, clinging to his bangs and eyelashes and forcing him to close his left eye, lest it get glued shut permanently. He chokes, the hand that was in Vash slipping back out solely because it's just too slippery for him to stay put any longer. He gasps, chokes, swallows, gasps again because it's so much thicker than he was expecting, the edge of his forehead resting against the curve of Vash's hip.
Between Wolfwood's legs, a thick bead of white seeps through the fabric.]
[Even in the throes of passion, Vash is still Vash. Instinct might have primarily won over this time, but the moment he feels the sharp sting of nails against his skin, the moment Wolfwood seems to panic he at least manages to come into himself just enough to pull back. It doesn't spare Wolfwood from a mess, but at least he's not drowned in the flood that comes out of him.
In all fairness, the near century of celibacy doesn't help matters, considering just how much comes out, and that's on top of his usual anatomy. But even if he can rationalize it, Vash can still feel guilty.
Sort of.
It takes him a second to really start to process beyond more than base instinct. Waves of warmth and satisfaction are rippling back and forth across his form, and it's hard to do anything but bask in it. Nevertheless, the hand slipping out of him still feels like a loss, and it's enough to fully help himself process what's going on.
Namely that Wolfwood is a mess. Literally and proverbially. His face is coated in a way that Vash nearly feels ashamed for. And of course, there's the fact that he's clearly straining against the fabric of his own boxers. Even from a distance, he can see the way he's struggled against his own desire.
And God if the mere image isn't enough to set him alight once more. His cock, which had only just begun to retreat, seems to perk up once more at the sight. Refractory period who.]
Jeez, Nick... [Vash's voice is thick with his own contentment.] Are you okay? I can - go get a rag or something.
[He isn't entirely sure he can walk but, sure. The rag.]
[Vash without a refractory period is GOING to be what kills Wolfwood dead, like. For real. He's just going to die this evening goodbye everyone he'll meet you all back at the Garden-
He's still coughing even as Vash lays there and basks in the afterglow of the first orgasm he's had in centuries. Wolfwood, meanwhile, is trying to convince himself he did not just aspirate Vash's semen and he probably isn't going to die, it's just really thick and clinging to his skin more than you'd expect it to. He keeps swallowing to convince what didn't stick to his face to go on down, blinking away tears that have long since gathered at the corners of his eyes. He genuinely did want Vash to just cut loose and fuck his face like that, he was practically begging for it, but...uh.
He did not know what he was asking for. Obviously.
Blinking blearily, he sort of weakly turns his head to look up at Vash from his vantage point at his hips, still dripping onto his abdomen.]
J....Jesus fuck. [Is not an answer.] M...M'fine.
[Wolfwood rolls a little onto his side, pulling his other hand back so he can sort of just stare at it for a moment, stretching his fingers apart and watching the sticky ooze cling between them. Using that same hand, he brings it back to thumb a bit of that stickiness off his cheek before unceremoniously popping it into his mouth, like he's eating a lollipop. He swirls his tongue around his thumb a few times thoughtfully before pulling it free, then proceeding to slowly do the rest to his other fingers in turn.]
[Wolfwood is... meticulously cleaning his face. More specifically, he is meticulously cleaning Vash off his face and oh god why is this doing something to him. He stares with increasing not-quite-horror but still very close. His lips part, his jaw lowers and he genuinely just looks very startled.
And then Wolfwood speaks and the humiliation flood gates finally seem to break.]
Nick!!
[He shoves the panting, still recovering man with one foot as he twists, burying his face in a pillow. He can't look at him anymore, he can't bear it. It doesn't help that Wolfwood looks achingly beautiful to Vash at the best of times. It doesn't help that it stokes some sort of possessive flame when he sees the man coated in his fluids.
Someone help him. He's going to suffocate himself like this but, whatever. Wake him up with it's all over, he'll just remain with his ass up in the air, wailing his humiliation while Wolfwood continues his ministrations. Oops!]
[He sure is doing that! Eat your heart out, Vash. :)
It's maybe only slightly purposeful. He knows damn well Vash can see what he's doing, after all, but also? He really just wants to taste more of him. Maybe it's a kink thing, or maybe it's more literal than that, but Vash really does taste sweet like honey, like ambrosia. How fitting. He feels like it's something he could easily get himself addicted to, if he wasn't careful.
And when Vash responds by shoving him and hiding in the pillows...Wolfwood laughs. He cackles, rolling over onto his back for a minute as his chest heaves with the force of him trying to catch his breath. It's bad enough that he's still trying to recover from that blowjob, but holy shit.]
Ahahah! Oh, come on...
[He rolls back over onto his chest before pushing himself up onto his knees, reaching his clean hand up to touch his hair. He can feel it, still pretty sticky and slick...but he decides to ignore all of that and instead just brushes his hair back as if it isn't there, closing the gap between them that Vash just created. He's mostly gotten everything he thinks, save for a fine sticky residue, but what are they going to get if not super sticky after all's said and done? He sure as hell doesn't mind it.
After a moment of languishing in the darkness of that pillow, Vash will feel Wolfwood's weight against him, now laying against his side. He tries to get in close, trying to see Vash's face even though he's still hiding.]
[Maybe Vash had been considering only hiding for a little bit. But Wolfwood starts laughing, and it does funny things to his chest. He can't exactly risk lifting his head and showing off just how affected he is, now can he? Instead, he kicks his feet a few times in protest, even letting out a muffled, exasperated whine into the fabric below.
He's dating(?) a jerk. What has he done to himself?
When that weight does settle against his side, though, he finds that he can't fight the urge much longer. He turns his head, just enough to reveal an eye and a quirked brow. Nick is still a bit of a mess, which doesn't help how hot Vash's face feels but. It's fine. That's fine.]
What do you want? [He tries his best to handle his inner grouch. Suffice to say, being the grumpy downer is best left to Wolfwood, judging by how hard he fails the attempt. Rather than bury his face again, though, he finds himself nestling up against the other man. His hand extends, wrapping loosely around Wolfwood despite the awkward angle.]
[He rumbles that against the side of Vash's neck, a pleased smirk crawling onto his features at the way Vash pretty much immediately relents and wraps his arm around him. It gives Wolfwood the perfect angle to press his body flush to Vash's side whether he's looking at him or not, which means he'll be confronted with feeling the bulge in his underwear up against his thigh. Hi, he's still here.]
C'mon, babe. [Wolfwood noses at the underside of Vash's jaw, encouraging.] Don't tell me you're already done.
[Right. Waylaid as Vash had been by Wolfwood's display, he'd forgotten about the fact that his partner has had precious little in terms of stimulation. Though he does whine out his protest at practically being flopped on top of, it's a defanged attempt at actually warding him off.
With some wiggling, Vash manages to finally ease himself back onto his back. It's easier to meet Wolfwood's eyes this way, especially now that he's free of those damn glasses. And though he is painfully aware that he should be doing something more for the man, his first instinct is to lean up and steal a kiss from him. It's quick, but no less adoring than any other.]
Kept you waiting long enough, haven't I? [He sighs as he lets his hand slip down lower. He toys at the hem of those ruined boxers — one of them is going to need to talk to Heimr about spares, aren't they — but doesn't quite dip any lower just yet.]
How do you want it? I can touch you like this, or... [His body shifts, one leg tipping to the side in order to open himself up again. He could absolutely go a second round, despite the accusations.]
[If Vash is doing everything in his power to hear Wolfwood laugh more, well, it's working. He lets out a startled bark of a laugh as Vash just offers himself up, just like that, which prompts him to drop his forehead softly against Vash's.]
Vash. Trust me, I want nothin' more than to scramble your guts. [Oh okay-] But...I want you to touch me first. Yeah?
[Semi-reluctantly, he rolls over so that he's laying fully beside Vash again instead of crouched on top of him, which is far less difficult now that they've got two beds pushed together to work with. He settles back against the pillows, his own legs spread wide with plenty of room for Vash to settle between them.]
My cock ain't as interesting as yours, but I still think it's pretty sweet. If you wanted to have a look, that is.
[He's not even asking Vash to get him off, either. He just wants to give him the full experience.]
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Yeah...?
[It comes out in a breathy whisper as his lips leave Vash's chest for a moment with a wet pop, pushing himself back a fraction just so he can look down at him, his hair falling into his eyes past his shades. It reminds him of something he wanted to tell Vash before, but couldn't find an appropriate time to.]
Yaknow...I got my sunglasses enchanted by the Trader. She made it so I can see shit in the forest with them. ...but it's also made me see things on people, too.
[His thumb brushes over Vash's nipple one more time before his palm gently traces a path up his chest to his shoulder, then up the side of his neck to his jaw as he continues.]
...right now, I can see you. [...] The patterns. It's...beautiful.
[They're soft, ever present, yet not in a way that it hurts Wolfwood to look at, like with Elsword's radiant light. He brushes his thumb along one of them, even though Vash can't see the line he's tracing.]
...I wanna see more of it. I...wanna touch you. Is that okay?
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He doesn't get a chance to vocalize this, given that he's stunned silent by that mouth popping off of his skin. It gives Wolfwood a chance to let his hands wander, and for Vash to fall quiet as he indulges in a different touch.
Even without his marks being lit up, Vash still knows where they are. There's a faint electrical current that runs across his skin when they come to life, and over the years he's memorized the patterns that they weave. It's why he's slightly surprised that Wolfwood follows them so expertly.
At least until he explains it. And oh how he could cry at those words. He's so used to being alien to people, and in that vein being feared. So far, Wolfwood has taken every little difference in stride. He's never felt as comfortable, as adored as he has now.
How could he ever get more of it.]
Like you - even have to ask. [Vash tries to roll his eyes, to at least play some of this cool. He's certain he'll be ribbed repeatedly for his display in the future if he doesn't manage some amount of decorum.
Not that it does much when he follows up with:]
Please, touch me. Please.
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And this, this right here? This is one of them.
Vash has become one of those things that he would give up everything for. And really, even from the moment the two of them met he knew- he knew- that his mission was going to be a difficult one, if not impossible. Just look at him now, in bed with his pseudo target, of all things. Leaning in to kiss his face again just because he knows it will make him giggle when he does. Drawing his hand up into his hair once more, deliberately tracing more of those light blue lines etched into Vash's skin until they disappear into golden locks. He threads through them carefully as his other hand dips back down, tracing a path through touch alone over his ribcage, abdomen, down the sharp V of his hips.
Maybe he doesn't know what he'll find. But if he cared about that, then he wouldn't be here at all.
Wolfwood leans in to press his lips to the unmarked side of Vash's neck, only this time he doesn't kiss him hard or give him a hickey or anything like that. He's merely mouthing him there, gentle as his fingertips pass over his navel, dipping briefly until he reaches the soft trail of hair leading down into his boxers. And, like...while he could just remove them outright to see what he's dealing with first, that doesn't seem...right. At least, it's not how he'd go about this with anyone else.
So. That's why he doesn't dip beneath the fabric yet, but instead stays above it as he finally cups Vash through the material, gently rocking his palm downwards against him. He's paying attention of course, to see how Vash reacts on top of just what he's feeling in general, going slowly and carefully for the other's benefit all the while.]
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The smile does begin to fade as that hand finally reaches the hem of his underwear. There's a brief moment where he stiffens, before he forces himself to relax once more. He knows, knows that after everything, something like this probably won't scare Wolfwood away. But even as he thinks it, the anxiety grips his gut all the same.]
If it's - too much. Just say so.
[There are two things Wolfwood will immediately make note of as his hand drifts lower. First, there is the faintest press of something against the fabric above where Vash's pubic bone lies. At even the faintest of touches, it seems to grow, almost curling around the tip of a finger in a sinuous motion before the fingers are out of reach.
The second is the two-fold patches of dampness. One is in the aforementioned area, while the other is lower, directly between Vash's thighs. He seems to squirm at the touch there, hips rising up to meet his hand greedily.]
Mmn- Nick-
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Well. It's like Wolfwood said. He'd just have to see about that.
There's little hesitation in his movements. He isn't rough though- he doesn't want to hurt Vash- but he isn't treating him like he might break under his touch, either. He could have predicted that things would be different, but now he's realizing they may actually be more different than anything he could have been imagining. He pulls back from Vash for just a moment, the curiosity in his search evident in his expression as his brows knit together and he glances down at where his hand ended up.
He doesn't want to stop immediately though. This isn't just for him, it's for Vash, and that's why he continues his ministrations for a moment first. He's careful and deliberate, bringing his hand a bit lower, arching the heel of his palm into the way Vash's hips rise up to meet it. He'll repeat the motion a time or two, until he can feel the slick beginning to coat his fingers through the fabric, which makes him realize that it's going to need to come off eventually.
Sitting back a bit against his calves, he carefully detangles himself from Vash just enough so that he can grab the hem of his underwear with both hands, glancing back up at him one more time as if to ask for silent permission before slipping them off entirely.]
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Eeee-eh? [The sound trails into something more pleasured — obviously satisfied with the touch he's received. His legs tumble further open, exposing himself all the further even as he ruts upward into the fingers working against him.
At least when Wolfwood pulls back once more, he doesn't feel nearly as self-conscious. He knows that this part is necessary, even if he's ambivalent about it. Wolfwood might have an idea of what he's expecting, but Vash doubts he has the full picture. Nevertheless, he nods his assent and lifts his hips, helping to ease the underwear off.
What lies beneath his clothing is easily described as alien. Between his legs might be relatively normal, at least in the sense of being human. His legs part, revealing an entrance that's slick from the ministrations that Wolfwood's offered, and even a small bud of nerves at the apex of it all. What really stands out is what's beginning to — quite literally — unfold above his pubic bone. The space there, not unlike the petals of a flower, has bloomed open, revealing a very steadily growing tendril. Unlike the rest of Vash, its faint blue color is more akin to that of a Plant than of a human. And like the rest of him, it pulses with those same faint lines — though these would likely be visible even without the glasses.
Vash allows Wolfwood a few seconds of unabashed staring. He lets him come to terms with whatever thoughts he's having, before finally extending a foot and giving him a nudge.]
So. What's the damage?
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It is BOTH but also neither and something entirely different all at the same time and he is having a whole moment about it. Here he is, just a normal...boring human with a normal boring dick, and Vash is out here with something decidedly alien. And, well...if Vash was worried that Wolfwood was going to be disgusted by what he saw and just immediately bolt into the blizzard, he's going to realize he had nothing to worry about at all. Wolfwood is...staring, but not in a bothered way. It's decidedly in a very much affected way.
A "oh no I'm a Xenophile" kind of way.
He doesn't really know how long he sits there staring at Vash with his own cock straining against the confines of his boxers, desperate to be freed but also being completely ignored because he has something more important to pay attention to right now. At least Vash has a good view now of the fact that he's affected Wolfwood in this way, heavily so. Honestly, he might have forgotten to do...anything, if it weren't for Vash getting his attention.]
Huh? [He blinks, looking back up at him. Then, he scoots back just a little because....yes, yep, he is actually leaning in to get a closer look.] Shut up for a sec-
[What is he thinking? Well the true answer is that he isn't, not anymore. He's acting on gut instinct now as he reaches his hand back in for a more direct feel, starting with that reaching tendril first. He wasn't unaware of the way it reached for him under Vash's clothing, as if it's capable of moving by itself (lol lmao), and that's what he finds himself searching for now, his fingers ever-so-carefully tracing down the full length of it whether it stays put or tries to wrap around his hand or what. But he doesn't just stop at that.
He wants to see that entrance too. His other hand joins in, now, his thumb guiding the motion as he traces underneath where that tendril begins, grazing the blue petal-like folds. It's considerably wet down here, making it easy for him to use the edge of his thumb to pull them slightly aside, and. Well. If Vash was feeling at all self conscious about being stared at I am truly so sorry-
He should? Stop? He should stop. He is not stopping. He is getting closer, settling down on his chest and forearms between Vash's knees.
He's. Is he-
One hand entertains that tendril while his other rests carefully along that entrance, and before even he knows what he's doing, he's ducked his head forward to simply bury his face there, letting his tongue lathe gently against the folds for a proper taste.]
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Vash isn't sure what he's supposed to be doing right now. Wolfwood is obviously staring, and with those glasses still squarely on his nose, it's a bit harder to tell what he's thinking. He lifts his foot to nudge at him, but stops short when his gaze falls a little further south. Vash can lie to himself about a lot of things, but there's little room to acknowledge a biological response. Specifically, one that indicates arousal of all things.
As if — Wolfwood was really enjoying what he was seeing. As if he wanted to touch more. See more. Do more. The mere thought practically bodies Vash with his own wave arousal, further spurring the tendril out until it's reached its full length.]
Jeez, Nick - [So much for shutting up.
At first, he squirms at the almost teasing touches. He is nothing if not incredibly sensitive, especially here. Especially as that tendril takes the chance to curl around the tips of Wolfwood's fingers. It isn't entirely prehensile — the further toward the base it went, the less flexible it was. But the tip seemed to have a mind of its own, curling greedily around the source of friction and leaving an almost thick, sap like substance in its wake.]
Ah - c'mon, you're teasing me! [Comes the whine from up toward the head of the bed. He has no idea what Wolfwood's about to do next, but he absolutely doesn't expect his whole face to suddenly be between his legs and - ]
Fuck. [Vash isn't the type to swear all that frequently, usually in moments of heavy emotions or intense surprise. It really underlines just how deeply that single lave of the tongue seems to effect him. His legs fold inward, briefly trapping Wolfwood before he remembers to let the poor man breathe.]
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He breathes out harshly. Get a fucking grip. He's not the one who's meant to be acting like a blushing virgin, here. But, well...it's not like he's exactly in his element or anything. This is new for him, too, just as new as it is for Vash. Vaguely, he finds himself imagining dully what that first and only sexual encounter for Vash must have been like. With who? Ugh. Whoever it was, he hopes to a god he doesn't believe in that they didn't hurt Vash over any of this, because if they did they did not fucking deserve him anyway. They didn't deserve any of this.
The teasing isn't intentional, though he continues to be silent as the grave as he works. The more he explores, the more he searches with his fingertips and now his mouth, the harder it gets for him to focus. There is a visible, wet sheen at his own front now, and it is not helped by the way Vash abruptly crushes his head between his thighs the second his tongue gets involved.
Please. Do not be unlocking more kinks for him right now, he's already at capacity-
He closes his eyes for a moment as he waits for Vash to relent and let up on that punishing hold on his head, carefully drawing back just a fraction so he can pull his glasses off and drop them haphazardly to the mattress. It's going to make this a lot easier, and he doesn't want anything obstructing his view.
Back to that entrance, slick and inviting. He traces his tongue up from where it begins at its lowest point all the way up to that bundle of nerves at the top, though he's careful not to touch that just yet. He's busy sampling the rest first. This is not like a human's, this is much thicker, it really is like sap from a tree, or a flower...it has to be sweet, or maybe he's just imagining that. His tongue dips into the petals, seeking for more, like a hummingbird desperate for sweet nectar.]
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It was, like most things for Vash, fleeting and strictly business. There was no time spend dabbling or exploring. He was in and out in a blink, and left with plenty of time to lament and regret ever allowing himself such an indulgence.
But that was a long time ago. This was different. Yes, Wolfwood's touch is self-serving, in that it suits his exploration, but he isn't short on the attention he gives Vash. From minute one, it's been mutual. And of course, the Independent cherished that.
With a soft exhale, Vash's leg bends at the knee. he tucks it over Wolfwood's shoulder, a silent request for him to linger, but not a forced attempt. His hand, meanwhile, slips downward too. It tangles in the Punisher's hair, stroking through it as he babbles nonsensical praise. Each point of contact sends fresh electricity pounding through his veins. He can't ever recall being this keyed up, this sensitive to anything. It has to be Wolfwood, and only him.
Those sounds alone should probably be enough to encourage Wolfwood, or at least assure him that the effort is being well-received. Nevertheless, Vash tries to force his scattered braincells to focus on being coherent, if only to affirm that Nick is doing everything right.]
's good Nick. You're doin' good. I feel - [He trails into a bout of bubbling laughter. He sounds ridiculous but. Whatever. Who cares.]
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It's funny. He's never cared about his performance in bed before. He's never...been particularly fussed about wanting to make sure he does a good job for someone. Every other time it was just a thing, just something to do, something to take the edge off and blow off steam, but here? He could be plowing through this like a bull in a china shop if he wanted but he's not. He's taking the utmost care with Vash, and it isn't just because his anatomy is unique and he doesn't want to fuck up with that. He is...enamored, by all of it, and he wants to explore every nook and cranny.
He glances up to look at Vash past the tendril now clutching his index finger, just briefly. Vash may notice the way his eyes crease, indicating a smirk against the sensitive skin, which is made all the more purposeful when Wolfwood draws back a fraction so he can show Vash he's smiling. He'll be able to see the way his own slick glistens on his skin, and the way Wolfwood decides to tease Vash by sticking his tongue out at him through his teeth.]
Yeah? You taste good.
[Genuinely, he doesn't think he's enjoyed eating somebody out this much in a while, but he's also...well. Maybe a LITTLE bit biased here.
He wastes no time going back in for seconds, only this time he's not moving quite so slow or tentative as before. He goes in as if he would for a kiss, mouthing his way in deeper until he reaches a point of resistance, at which he stops and once again drags his tongue along the outside. Every time he laps away the slick to have it replaced by yet more, he's quick to swipe it away again with his tongue. Back all the way up to the apex, where he pauses. That little nub is there, nestled among the petals, risen to attention and similarly inviting. And if it's anything like he imagines it will be, well.
Wolfwood braces himself as he tilts his head up and lays a kiss against it, just before wrapping his lips around the tip so he can suck on it similarly to the way he had with Vash's nipple before, albeit a lot more gentle, and with a lot more attention given with the way his tongue darts in to tease it between his lips.]
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Not that he has any time to actually complain. By the time he even considers it, Wolfwood is diving back in. There is no mercy to be had here this time and Vash wouldn't have it any other way. Pleasure floods his every sense, sending lights darting both behind his eyes and over his skin. Wolfwood will see it too, the way every pulse with his mouth has an immediate visible effect of illuminating those bioluminescent lines.]
Hell - Nick. Wolfwood -
[His hips rise up, greedily shoving himself further into Wolfwood's mouth. The end of his prehensile cock curls greedily over the fingers still nearest it, as if trying to draw out all the more pleasure. As if Vash could handle it without breaking. As long as it's been, he already feels dangerously close to the edge. He struggles to keep his legs open, rather than slamming shut around Wolfwood's head once more.]
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He actually quite enjoys the way Vash has taken to rocking his hips up into his face, like yes? Yes please fuck his face. We are learning things about ourselves today. Not that Wolfwood wasn't plenty aware that he'd be as into this as he is, it's just...this is doing things for his oral fixation. Never in his life did he think he'd have so many things to get to play with all at once, it's almost overwhelming. Like a kid in a candy store being told they can only pick one.
Well...why not sample the rest while he's at it? Yes, he thinks he just might.
Wolfwood will linger against the folds for a little bit longer first though, hungrily lapping up the slick and teasing at that bundle of nerves with the edge of his tongue. By the time he does finally resurface, his nose, mouth, and chin are completely soaked, but that seems to be doing little to deter him. With a coy cant of his head to the side, Wolfwood turns his attention to the length currently still curling around his fingers, which prompts him to gently free himself so he can use the residual wetness to slick up his palm, making it easier to give it a few slow, measured strokes.]
Haha...sorry. Don't mean to neglect you.
[....................is he talking to Vash or is he talking to his cock-
Well whichever is the case, he's briefly swapping gears, tilting his head up so he can guide the tip of the reaching length towards his own mouth. He opens up, sticking his tongue out partway as he allows it to slither inside partially of its own volition in seeking out more stimulation, which is an insane feeling on its own, before he ducks his head forward and actively wraps his lips around the head. The pass of his tongue against the shaft is both purposeful and curious, mapping out its various bumps and textures while also keeping an eye on Vash's reactions to it up above. In a perfect world, he'd just have two heads so he could do both, but since he can't...he's just going to bring his now-free hand back down to that entrance so he can very gently introduce a finger inside, curious to see if it's function is as he suspects.]
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It is a little disappointing as Wolfwood pulls away. Equally as disappointing is the fact that Vash realizes that it's not him being addressed, but his damn dick. He shifts his leg enough to nudge Wolfwood in the side, scowling for approximately .5 seconds before oh god - that's his mouth.
It's a battle of wills within Vash's own mind. Part of him wants to outright buck into his mouth. The other part urges him to stay still and not overwhelm. In the end, those hips do twitch upward, forcing the tip of his cock just that much further into Wolfwood's mouth. It curls sinuously over his tongue, laying heavy against it as a fresh wave of slick seems to shudder out of it. It at least has the decency to not force itself any further down Wolfwood's throat, even if Vash is very curious about how far his gag reflex goes.
I mean what -
Distracted as he is by trying to keep himself from choking Wolfwood out, he almost doesn't notice his other hand shifting. It's only once he feels that renewed warmth that he realizes what's happening and -]
N-Nick!
[Naturally, there's very little resistance as that singular finger finds its way in. He's slick enough that the glide is easy, even if Vash does tighten down around him instinctively. The startled noises from the man gives way, once more, to a very pleased groan. At least for the moment, he melts back down against the blankets.]
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For the time being, though, he's okay with remaining neglected. He can fantasize about sticking it in later when he's finished here.
He doesn't resist the way Vash keeps unintentionally thrusting his hips against his face, for what it's worth. In fact, he seems to be only encouraging it as he takes it head-on every time, eyes rolling up to lock with Vash's as they glitter with lust. Now, he's a man on a mission. He will not stop, won't rest, until Vash cums in his face. That is his goal, and he has two convenient points of attack. That cock, which he's steadily swallowing down more and more of as he acclimates to the feeling of it in his mouth and the stretch of his jaw, and that slick entrance, which he's now taken to thrusting his finger into, gently. He kindof wishes it were his tongue instead, but again, he had to pick one. He's pretty sure Vash doesn't mind.
It's slow, at first. Wolfwood hasn't done this in a very long time, and it shows. His cheek bulges occasionally as he misses his mark and that tendril coils up in the back edge of his mouth, causing him to exhale on a garbled moan through his nose. Then, he'll draw back, readjust, and bob his head back down again. Eventually, with his tongue to guide it and his other hand carefully wrapped around the base, Wolfwood finds a rhythm. He works Vash over carefully, using the slick he produces to make the glide all the more smooth, all while he finger-fucks that entrance beneath it.
And what will Vash find? Well...
Wolfwood takes a sharp breath through his nose, like he's about to dive underwater. Then, he brings his head and shoulders down, taking Vash's entire cock into his mouth until he's nosing at his groin, brushing against blonde curls.
He swallows as hard as he can in that moment he's holding his breath, the tip of Vash's length sitting right at the furthest back of his throat.]
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God why does that make it even hotter.
The point is: Wolfwood is absolutely insane for swallowing Vash down the way that he does. He can feel himself in the back of his throat, in the same way that he feels his cock trying to curl even further into that heated wetness. Any protests he might have had are quickly garbled as lightning cracks through his body. It sends his eyes rolling into the back, and drives his own body into instinct mode.
In the end, Nick gets his wish. As he teeters on the cusp, overwhelmed by two-fold sensation, he finds himself desperately chasing that pleasure. His hips rut without abandon, trying to rock that finger further in even as he fucks straight down Wolfwood's throat. The fingers in his hair tighten to the point of pain, holding him in place as thrust in once, twice and -
On the third, he comes apart. Wolfwood's warning will be the sound of increasingly loud gasps, a rhythmic chorus of Ah! that leaves him with each rock of his hips. Whether he pushes Vash back or takes it down the throat, Wolfwood will be treated to a significantly thicker liquid — just as sticky and sweet as before, yet slightly more abundant than any human release might be.
And the entire time, he practically sings Wolfwood's name.]
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That isn't what happens. In quite literally an instant, it's Wolfwood's turn to be hanging on for dear life.
His eyes widen, his hand suddenly leaving the base of Vash's cock to instead rest against his hips as he suddenly starts bucking them up off the bed with enough force that it would have given Wolfwood whiplash if he were a different kind of person. He doesn't stop him- far from it- he's more just trying to keep him from breaking his nose with his pelvis as he moves, because Vash is strong. He could very easily accidentally hurt him with enough force, even though Wolfwood knows he'd sooner die. Then there's the finger that got briefly lost inside of him, now acting more as a tool for Vash's pleasure as he rocks his hips down against it, forcing his finger deeper inside even as he moves it on its own, the tip reaching in deep and curling up against Vash's navel.
It's a fucking lot. But if Wolfwood knows Vash like he thinks he does, it will be fine. This will only last for a few seconds, and then they can regroup. It's fine. It's more than fine, because he's pretty sure he's going to be dreaming about the melodic sounds the Independent makes for weeks afterwards. He can feel his dick leap in his underwear in response, desperate to answer, aching with need and continued denial. Vash's keeping his head locked in place, too, and he can feel his scalp ache with how hard he's yanking on his hair as he spirals towards imminent release.
Finally. Finally, it comes. And it comes.
And it. ......comes.
And Wolfwood abruptly realizes he's in trouble.
He doesn't even taste it at first. It rockets directly down the back of his throat to the point where he nearly misses it, at least until he feels how thickly it coats him on the way down, like honey. Eyes widening a fraction, he rushes to swallow it down, his nails digging into the skin of Vash's upper thigh. He can feel the way his cock pulses- he cannot take another, he will choke- so he has to quickly throw his head back. It slips out of him all in a rush as Wolfwood gasps, yet Vash is far from done. That sticky sweet release shoots across his face now in ropes, clinging to his bangs and eyelashes and forcing him to close his left eye, lest it get glued shut permanently. He chokes, the hand that was in Vash slipping back out solely because it's just too slippery for him to stay put any longer. He gasps, chokes, swallows, gasps again because it's so much thicker than he was expecting, the edge of his forehead resting against the curve of Vash's hip.
Between Wolfwood's legs, a thick bead of white seeps through the fabric.]
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In all fairness, the near century of celibacy doesn't help matters, considering just how much comes out, and that's on top of his usual anatomy. But even if he can rationalize it, Vash can still feel guilty.
Sort of.
It takes him a second to really start to process beyond more than base instinct. Waves of warmth and satisfaction are rippling back and forth across his form, and it's hard to do anything but bask in it. Nevertheless, the hand slipping out of him still feels like a loss, and it's enough to fully help himself process what's going on.
Namely that Wolfwood is a mess. Literally and proverbially. His face is coated in a way that Vash nearly feels ashamed for. And of course, there's the fact that he's clearly straining against the fabric of his own boxers. Even from a distance, he can see the way he's struggled against his own desire.
And God if the mere image isn't enough to set him alight once more. His cock, which had only just begun to retreat, seems to perk up once more at the sight. Refractory period who.]
Jeez, Nick... [Vash's voice is thick with his own contentment.] Are you okay? I can - go get a rag or something.
[He isn't entirely sure he can walk but, sure. The rag.]
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He's still coughing even as Vash lays there and basks in the afterglow of the first orgasm he's had in centuries. Wolfwood, meanwhile, is trying to convince himself he did not just aspirate Vash's semen and he probably isn't going to die, it's just really thick and clinging to his skin more than you'd expect it to. He keeps swallowing to convince what didn't stick to his face to go on down, blinking away tears that have long since gathered at the corners of his eyes. He genuinely did want Vash to just cut loose and fuck his face like that, he was practically begging for it, but...uh.
He did not know what he was asking for. Obviously.
Blinking blearily, he sort of weakly turns his head to look up at Vash from his vantage point at his hips, still dripping onto his abdomen.]
J....Jesus fuck. [Is not an answer.] M...M'fine.
[Wolfwood rolls a little onto his side, pulling his other hand back so he can sort of just stare at it for a moment, stretching his fingers apart and watching the sticky ooze cling between them. Using that same hand, he brings it back to thumb a bit of that stickiness off his cheek before unceremoniously popping it into his mouth, like he's eating a lollipop. He swirls his tongue around his thumb a few times thoughtfully before pulling it free, then proceeding to slowly do the rest to his other fingers in turn.]
You... [wheeze] ...were kinda pent up.
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And then Wolfwood speaks and the humiliation flood gates finally seem to break.]
Nick!!
[He shoves the panting, still recovering man with one foot as he twists, burying his face in a pillow. He can't look at him anymore, he can't bear it. It doesn't help that Wolfwood looks achingly beautiful to Vash at the best of times. It doesn't help that it stokes some sort of possessive flame when he sees the man coated in his fluids.
Someone help him. He's going to suffocate himself like this but, whatever. Wake him up with it's all over, he'll just remain with his ass up in the air, wailing his humiliation while Wolfwood continues his ministrations. Oops!]
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It's maybe only slightly purposeful. He knows damn well Vash can see what he's doing, after all, but also? He really just wants to taste more of him. Maybe it's a kink thing, or maybe it's more literal than that, but Vash really does taste sweet like honey, like ambrosia. How fitting. He feels like it's something he could easily get himself addicted to, if he wasn't careful.
And when Vash responds by shoving him and hiding in the pillows...Wolfwood laughs. He cackles, rolling over onto his back for a minute as his chest heaves with the force of him trying to catch his breath. It's bad enough that he's still trying to recover from that blowjob, but holy shit.]
Ahahah! Oh, come on...
[He rolls back over onto his chest before pushing himself up onto his knees, reaching his clean hand up to touch his hair. He can feel it, still pretty sticky and slick...but he decides to ignore all of that and instead just brushes his hair back as if it isn't there, closing the gap between them that Vash just created. He's mostly gotten everything he thinks, save for a fine sticky residue, but what are they going to get if not super sticky after all's said and done? He sure as hell doesn't mind it.
After a moment of languishing in the darkness of that pillow, Vash will feel Wolfwood's weight against him, now laying against his side. He tries to get in close, trying to see Vash's face even though he's still hiding.]
Oi. Bloond-ie.
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He's dating(?) a jerk. What has he done to himself?
When that weight does settle against his side, though, he finds that he can't fight the urge much longer. He turns his head, just enough to reveal an eye and a quirked brow. Nick is still a bit of a mess, which doesn't help how hot Vash's face feels but. It's fine. That's fine.]
What do you want? [He tries his best to handle his inner grouch. Suffice to say, being the grumpy downer is best left to Wolfwood, judging by how hard he fails the attempt. Rather than bury his face again, though, he finds himself nestling up against the other man. His hand extends, wrapping loosely around Wolfwood despite the awkward angle.]
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[He rumbles that against the side of Vash's neck, a pleased smirk crawling onto his features at the way Vash pretty much immediately relents and wraps his arm around him. It gives Wolfwood the perfect angle to press his body flush to Vash's side whether he's looking at him or not, which means he'll be confronted with feeling the bulge in his underwear up against his thigh. Hi, he's still here.]
C'mon, babe. [Wolfwood noses at the underside of Vash's jaw, encouraging.] Don't tell me you're already done.
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With some wiggling, Vash manages to finally ease himself back onto his back. It's easier to meet Wolfwood's eyes this way, especially now that he's free of those damn glasses. And though he is painfully aware that he should be doing something more for the man, his first instinct is to lean up and steal a kiss from him. It's quick, but no less adoring than any other.]
Kept you waiting long enough, haven't I? [He sighs as he lets his hand slip down lower. He toys at the hem of those ruined boxers — one of them is going to need to talk to Heimr about spares, aren't they — but doesn't quite dip any lower just yet.]
How do you want it? I can touch you like this, or... [His body shifts, one leg tipping to the side in order to open himself up again. He could absolutely go a second round, despite the accusations.]
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Vash. Trust me, I want nothin' more than to scramble your guts. [Oh okay-] But...I want you to touch me first. Yeah?
[Semi-reluctantly, he rolls over so that he's laying fully beside Vash again instead of crouched on top of him, which is far less difficult now that they've got two beds pushed together to work with. He settles back against the pillows, his own legs spread wide with plenty of room for Vash to settle between them.]
My cock ain't as interesting as yours, but I still think it's pretty sweet. If you wanted to have a look, that is.
[He's not even asking Vash to get him off, either. He just wants to give him the full experience.]
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