[Vash is absolutely cackling as he runs into the bathroom. He practically slides on the tile, nearly falling on his ass as he slows to a stop and tries to get the water running. It's a matter of seconds before Wolfwood comes in there, and the least he can do is get the water running before he's getting shoved up against the wall. Or getting the shit beat out of him, whichever.
By the time Wolfwood does make it in, Vash has found a way to pose sensually across the rim of the tub. His left leg is pulled up and positioned under his chin, while the right is spread wide open. Good luck beating him to death when you're too turned on to keep going, Wolfwood.]
[Bold of you to think he couldn't successfully do both, Vash.
Wolfwood is hot on Vash's heels, though he very nearly crashes into the doorframe on his way into the bathroom as it is. They're both lucky that this house is warm because sprinting through it butt naked in the dead of the kind of winter the Grove is locked in is not a great idea for anyone-
When he finally makes it there, Vash has the water turned on (smart) and is perched on the edge of the tub like he's expecting to be ravished right then and there (less smart). He's left standing there dumbly in the doorway, his fingers twitching at his sides like he's not sure how to handle himself.
Because yes, he is horny, why do you ask.
He stalks into the bathroom...and shuts the door behind him.]
Mmhm? [The hum is practically singsong. His head tilts playfully, corners of his lips curling upward in an almost catlike grin. There's a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, laid bare by the stare he has Wolfwood locked in. On the outside, he's somehow the picture of calm and collected.
On the inside, his body screams with want. It takes everything in his power not to glance downward, to instead tip his gaze up higher as he tilts his head, exposing the already bruised column of his neck. He's absolutely asking for it, and he feels no shame about it either.]
I was just going to take a bath in here, but if you'd like to join me... [He flutters his lashes up at the man.] By all means.
[Vash you're lucky I rolled such a high number which has saved both of you from a certain death upon these bathroom tiles.
They only just had sex, and Wolfwood's eyes are raking down Vash's body as if trying to undress a man already completely naked, except now he has the prospect of seeing him both naked and wet. Of course Vash is being goofy about it, because he would not be Vash if he weren't, and if Wolfwood weren't actually concerned about accidentally hurting him somehow, he would have pounced on him already.
Instead, he approaches slowly like a tiger stalking its prey, looming over Vash as the water runs. He regards him for a long moment, legs still spread for his viewing pleasure, very much aware that his own dick is trying to wake back up.
God damn it.]
There's just barely room for both of us, dumbass. [...] ...but we'd fit if you had your legs on my shoulders.
[Vash is well aware of the effect he's having on Wolfwood at present. His tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his lips teasingly as he angles his head to the opposite side. His gaze does travel downward, over the sculpted planes of his torso to the messy hair that trailed down his belly and onto his groin. And yes, he absolutely stares, just waiting to see the effect he had.]
Startin' to think you're awful fond of having my legs around you, Nick. [He finally stands up, stretching his arms over his head languidly. He is absolutely showing off, which should say something about just how much Wolfwood has bolstered his confidence. You'd be hard pressed to believe that he was only just bashful about his scars.]
Because here I was thinking we could just shower.
[Nevertheless, he places the plug in the shower, then sinuously slips into the tub. The tile is cold enough to disrupt his movements, leaving him both wincing and muttering to himself but -
He sure does spread his legs to invite Wolfwood in.]
[The thing is, there's a lot for Vash to look at too on Wolfwood that isn't just his twitching cock. He didn't exactly take any special care or time in cleaning himself up...literally at all between the bed and coming in here, which means his skin is still glistening wet, even though the air is causing it to become dry and tacky pretty quickly. Never mind the fact that Vash apparently jizzes honey or something, which means he's also very sticky. My man looking like a honey glazed ham down there-
He doesn't seem overly bothered by it- beyond the way it's gotten caught in his hair, you can imagine how that must feel- and is instead focused on the way Vash is posturing for him like a proud peacock as he stands up and starts to fill the tub instead of turning on the showerhead. Oh how easily our minds are swayed...
It's funny, because no doubt this bathtub is just of normal size, meaning they're not going to easily fit together. It would probably work better if, like...they weren't facing each other? But Vash is out here like. Presenting, and Wolfwood's monkey brain is in control, so guess who is climbing into the tub facing him like an idiot. There is NO ROOM for their legs, they're both too long, and poor Vash is going to have to stretch as far as he can for Wolfwood to even fit between his knees. Never mind Wolfwood, who will be lucky if he doesn't keep hitting his ass on the tub faucet.
He makes a face now that he's here, looking up at Vash to the tune of the water steadily filling the tub.]
[Their height isn't all that different. What stands out between the two of them is Vash's apparent lithe build compared to Wolfwood's bulk. Not that Vash himself is particularly scrawny, just that his jacket does a halfway decent job of obscuring the more thicker parts. None of that helps their current predicament.
It is... honestly ridiculous, the position they wind up in. Vash can only stare at Wolfwood for a handful of seocnds, his own feet up by his ears, before bursting into laughter. He reaches out, grabbing hold of the other man's arm and giving one sharp pull. With luck, he'll slide right on over without kicking Vash anywhere unmentionable, and get the idea that he's supposed to slide up with his back to the Independent's chest.
[Yeah they're both stupid. Wolfwood wishes these bathtubs were bigger, but it's not like this house wasn't sprung up on a whim by Vash's request through some sort of magic bullshit, and he doubts Vash was thinking about asking for a fancy bathroom at the time. He got the bare minimum, if that, and now they're suffering the consequences.
Sigh.
Anyway! Vash is laughing at him and Wolfwood is pouting, like-]
W-what?
[What did you expect him to do! Why are you laughing-
But then he's suddenly being pulled forward, the water sloshing around them as he feels his body slip on the slick ceramic. He is damn lucky he rolled high, otherwise he would have cracked his nose on the edge of the tub doing this. Instead, he somehow manages to get turned around successfully without killing either of them. Amazing!
Now he's leaning back against Vash's chest and, oh. That's...really nice. He actually flusters because of it, and Vash may notice the Punisher's ears turning red.]
[If Vash notices it, he has the decency not to say anything. The mischievous smile he wears does turn a little soft, but with his face concealed behind Wolfwood's shoulder, that's a secret he'll be able to take to the grave, thank you.]
It's better, right? [He angles his head so that he can rest his forehead against Wolfwood's shoulder. A slow exhale leaves him, deep and content. His hands shift in the meanwhile, the prosthetic wrapping around his waist, while the one of flesh settles above his heart.] I definitely like it.
[He punctuates this much with a kiss to his shoulder blade, one that he promptly nuzzles into.]
[Wolfwood can feel it. The way Vash settles against him, kissing him. Holding him. It's a none-too-subtle reminder of the fact that they're not just sleeping together. This isn't just a fling. Their relationship has completely shifted, irrevocably.
Vash will be able to feel Wolfwood's heart pounding in his chest underneath his fingertips. It's the one indicator of how he's really feeling right now. Like he's out of control, like he's run a marathon despite the fact he hasn't gone anywhere but the distance from the bedroom to here.
He shifts back, laying his head against Vash from behind. He's actually at a loss for words, for a moment.]
[Unfortunately, Wolfwood is now going to be subjected to Vash at his worst — full of love, affection, and gentle touches. He might have the decency to keep it behind closed doors, but that wouldn't help much now that the Punisher has up and moved in with him.
If anything, Vash seems to relish that pounding. He circles his thumb around the space over Wolfwood's heart. And then, when that comment leaves Vash feeling just a little flustered, he resorts to being cheeky. His hand drifts downward just a fraction more, allowing himself to tweak a nipple. What can he say — he's full of love, but he's also still a gremlin!]
[Not Vash at his worst... like. He knew Vash was a gremlin, but this is a step above. He's trying to be, like. Open! And sentimental! Asshole!!
Wolfwood actually squawks when Vash suddenly pinches his nipple, causing him to nearly surge out of the bath. He doesn't, he stays put where he is. Instead, he whips one hand back and tries to reach blindly to grab at Vash's ear.]
What was that-??
[But like, also...he gets it. Appreciates it, actually.
Thank you, Vash, for saving him from feelings, he's felt so many of them tonight he thinks he might just blow up.]
[Wolfwood gets lucky, in that he manages to catch Vash by the piercing. Naturally he yelps in response, wiggling a few times trying to shy away, all without pulling too hard. He stutters out a few squeaks, pushing lightly at his partner's shoulder but still grinning all the while.
They're idiots, your honor.]
Just - ow ow ow - wanted to see how you'd react!
[It isn't just for Wolfwood's own benefit that he does it, either. He's getting caught up in a wave of his own feelings, too. And besides, they both need the reminder that things can still be silly goofy, even if they're apparently head over heels for one another.]
You want me to kiss it better? [He tilts his head up to make a few very exaggerated kissing noises in Wolfwood's ear.]
[Huff. Wolfwood huffs a breath through his teeth, exasperated, and carefully lets Vash's ear go. And then when he starts smooching in his ear, Wolfwood smacks his hand into Vash's face and pushes his head away.
...mainly so he can lean forward and turn the water off. It's starting to fill up pretty high, and the last thing they should be doing all over the brand new bathroom floor is soaking it with water. Only then does he sink back against Vash's chest again, tilting his head back so he can look at him upside down.]
[Vash fixes this poor, suffering man with a grin. It's wide and bright, every bit the fake smile he'd wear for hours on end. Only this time, it crinkles the corners of his eyes and sends light dashing over his irises, all in the way only a real smile could.
He leans forward, pressing a kiss to Wolfwood's forehead.]
And you still love me.
[Does his voice rise in pitch toward the end? Or perhaps get a little breathier? There's just something about saying it out loud, acknowledging their mutual love, that makes him feel like he's floating on air. His arms shift just enough to squeeze Wolfwood faintly, almost clinging for a handful of seconds before releasing once more.
[The water that was previously violently sloshing between them slowly settles, now that they're both still again and the faucet is no longer running. Wolfwood is still looking back at Vash over his shoulder, the angle a touch awkward but no less worth the strain. He's realizing, in his time spent with Vash tonight, that this is the first time he's seen him smile. His smile is real, full, and genuine, not hiding a century's worth of grief and turmoil. It's not faked, to make those around him believe he's doing better than he actually is. It reaches his eyes, filling them with the same kind of spark that he sees them get when Vash talks about his hopes for saving the world they came from.
Love and peace on the planet.
He exhales on a laugh, sitting up just a little bit so he can turn his head directly, instead of leaning his head back upside down. Then, he'll use that vantage point to kiss Vash's lips, slow and gentle. It's almost chaste.]
Yeah. I guess I do.
[Then, he reaches out with his thumb and forefinger and lightly flicks the center of Vash's forehead, instead of kissing it like he'd done for him.]
And because I love you so much, I ain't even gonna be mad that I have to scrub all of your sticky jizz out of my leg hair. I'm gonna be lucky you didn't give me a waxing I didn't ask for.
[He could get used to this. Every kiss they share, from the tame to the heated, makes him feel right at home. He's wandered for centuries, but no one has ever made him feel as welcome as this. Vash doesn't know if he believes in something like a soulmate, but if ever such a thing existed, then Wolfwood would be that person for him.
He's just about to say as much out loud when thunk. Wolfwood flicks him square in the forehead. He claps his hand to his head with a yelp, rubbing at the space with a whimper.]
Owww! What did I do?!
[The scowl he directs toward Wolfwood quickly cracks into a dismayed, perhaps even flustered grimace. He twists his head to look away, glaring flustered daggers into his wall.]
C'mon! You knew what you were getting into the second you put your mouth on me! I can't help the fact that I had fun, you know...
Uh huh. You sure did have fun alright. I can still feel that "fun" in my beard.
[Wolfwood sighs, turning back around so he can sink down into the water a little bit more, resting his head back against Vash's chest. Most others might call this uncomfortable, with all of the metal and crisscrossing plates embedded into his skin, but at this point Wolfwood has come to accept the weird that comes along with Vash. It wouldn't be him if his body were pristine and perfect.]
[Hope Wolfwood wasn't getting too comfortable. Vash absolutely takes this moment to nibble down the side of his jaw, each nip sharp but fleeting. A few kisses are peppered in here and there and — yeah he definitely licks a stripe toward his chin. He sputters after, thanks to the stubble, but...]
Mmn, yep! Can definitely taste it, too.
[He buries his face in Wolfwood's shoulder once he's done, chortling up the damn place.]
[Wolfwood immediately tilts his head to the side in response to all of those nibbles and kisses, like a cat reacting to having its chin scratched. Ugh, he can feel the goosebumps rising up all along the back of his neck and shoulders thanks to Vash.]
Better be careful, or I might start actin' up again.
[Feeling bold, he trails some of those kisses down Wolfwood's neck. One particularly sharp nip is left dead center on his throat, with Vash gingerly sucking some of the blood to the surface even after. It'll leave a vivid bruise for a few days, at least.]
We're in the tub, aren't we? Can't make that much more of a mess.
Wolfwood's smile fades a bit, quickly giving way to a more afflicted expression that Vash won't be able to see since he's sitting behind him. It leaves him more than a little breathless, thinking about Vash kissing him more, elsewhere.
And then he thinks about.
Fuck. Okay.
He thunks his head back against Vash's shoulder, closing his eyes.]
I'm gonna ask you a weird fucking question. If you make fun of me I'll kill you.
[That gets Vash to slow his kisses at first, then outright stop. Leaning forward, he cranes his head just enough so that Wolfwood can catch a glimpse of his eyes. He's got Vash's full attention right now. He can only guess where the man's mind has wandered, or what could have him so flustered after everything they just did.]
You can ask me anything. I promise I won't make fun of you.
[No, he definitely doesn't get why this is weird. Or how it could be going anywhere weird, either. He has the decency not to call Wolfwood on it though at least?]
Not as well as I could with my actual arm. I can feel pressure. Temperatures. Certain, bold textures. Like...
[He lifts his hand up to Wolfwood's chin and thumbs over it.] I can feel your stubble, kinda.
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By the time Wolfwood does make it in, Vash has found a way to pose sensually across the rim of the tub. His left leg is pulled up and positioned under his chin, while the right is spread wide open. Good luck beating him to death when you're too turned on to keep going, Wolfwood.]
Can I help you, Wolfwood?
[He has the most mischievous smirk going on.]
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Wolfwood is hot on Vash's heels, though he very nearly crashes into the doorframe on his way into the bathroom as it is. They're both lucky that this house is warm because sprinting through it butt naked in the dead of the kind of winter the Grove is locked in is not a great idea for anyone-
When he finally makes it there, Vash has the water turned on (smart) and is perched on the edge of the tub like he's expecting to be ravished right then and there (less smart). He's left standing there dumbly in the doorway, his fingers twitching at his sides like he's not sure how to handle himself.
Because yes, he is horny, why do you ask.
He stalks into the bathroom...and shuts the door behind him.]
Vash...
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On the inside, his body screams with want. It takes everything in his power not to glance downward, to instead tip his gaze up higher as he tilts his head, exposing the already bruised column of his neck. He's absolutely asking for it, and he feels no shame about it either.]
I was just going to take a bath in here, but if you'd like to join me... [He flutters his lashes up at the man.] By all means.
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They only just had sex, and Wolfwood's eyes are raking down Vash's body as if trying to undress a man already completely naked, except now he has the prospect of seeing him both naked and wet. Of course Vash is being goofy about it, because he would not be Vash if he weren't, and if Wolfwood weren't actually concerned about accidentally hurting him somehow, he would have pounced on him already.
Instead, he approaches slowly like a tiger stalking its prey, looming over Vash as the water runs. He regards him for a long moment, legs still spread for his viewing pleasure, very much aware that his own dick is trying to wake back up.
God damn it.]
There's just barely room for both of us, dumbass. [...] ...but we'd fit if you had your legs on my shoulders.
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Startin' to think you're awful fond of having my legs around you, Nick. [He finally stands up, stretching his arms over his head languidly. He is absolutely showing off, which should say something about just how much Wolfwood has bolstered his confidence. You'd be hard pressed to believe that he was only just bashful about his scars.]
Because here I was thinking we could just shower.
[Nevertheless, he places the plug in the shower, then sinuously slips into the tub. The tile is cold enough to disrupt his movements, leaving him both wincing and muttering to himself but -
He sure does spread his legs to invite Wolfwood in.]
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[The thing is, there's a lot for Vash to look at too on Wolfwood that isn't just his twitching cock. He didn't exactly take any special care or time in cleaning himself up...literally at all between the bed and coming in here, which means his skin is still glistening wet, even though the air is causing it to become dry and tacky pretty quickly. Never mind the fact that Vash apparently jizzes honey or something, which means he's also very sticky. My man looking like a honey glazed ham down there-
He doesn't seem overly bothered by it- beyond the way it's gotten caught in his hair, you can imagine how that must feel- and is instead focused on the way Vash is posturing for him like a proud peacock as he stands up and starts to fill the tub instead of turning on the showerhead. Oh how easily our minds are swayed...
It's funny, because no doubt this bathtub is just of normal size, meaning they're not going to easily fit together. It would probably work better if, like...they weren't facing each other? But Vash is out here like. Presenting, and Wolfwood's monkey brain is in control, so guess who is climbing into the tub facing him like an idiot. There is NO ROOM for their legs, they're both too long, and poor Vash is going to have to stretch as far as he can for Wolfwood to even fit between his knees. Never mind Wolfwood, who will be lucky if he doesn't keep hitting his ass on the tub faucet.
He makes a face now that he's here, looking up at Vash to the tune of the water steadily filling the tub.]
Why are you so fuckin' long?
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[Their height isn't all that different. What stands out between the two of them is Vash's apparent lithe build compared to Wolfwood's bulk. Not that Vash himself is particularly scrawny, just that his jacket does a halfway decent job of obscuring the more thicker parts. None of that helps their current predicament.
It is... honestly ridiculous, the position they wind up in. Vash can only stare at Wolfwood for a handful of seocnds, his own feet up by his ears, before bursting into laughter. He reaches out, grabbing hold of the other man's arm and giving one sharp pull. With luck, he'll slide right on over without kicking Vash anywhere unmentionable, and get the idea that he's supposed to slide up with his back to the Independent's chest.
Who can say how it actually turns out.]
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Sigh.
Anyway! Vash is laughing at him and Wolfwood is pouting, like-]
W-what?
[What did you expect him to do! Why are you laughing-
But then he's suddenly being pulled forward, the water sloshing around them as he feels his body slip on the slick ceramic. He is damn lucky he rolled high, otherwise he would have cracked his nose on the edge of the tub doing this. Instead, he somehow manages to get turned around successfully without killing either of them. Amazing!
Now he's leaning back against Vash's chest and, oh. That's...really nice. He actually flusters because of it, and Vash may notice the Punisher's ears turning red.]
...Tch. Right...
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It's better, right? [He angles his head so that he can rest his forehead against Wolfwood's shoulder. A slow exhale leaves him, deep and content. His hands shift in the meanwhile, the prosthetic wrapping around his waist, while the one of flesh settles above his heart.] I definitely like it.
[He punctuates this much with a kiss to his shoulder blade, one that he promptly nuzzles into.]
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[Wolfwood can feel it. The way Vash settles against him, kissing him. Holding him. It's a none-too-subtle reminder of the fact that they're not just sleeping together. This isn't just a fling. Their relationship has completely shifted, irrevocably.
Vash will be able to feel Wolfwood's heart pounding in his chest underneath his fingertips. It's the one indicator of how he's really feeling right now. Like he's out of control, like he's run a marathon despite the fact he hasn't gone anywhere but the distance from the bedroom to here.
He shifts back, laying his head against Vash from behind. He's actually at a loss for words, for a moment.]
You were. Really good. Just so you know.
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If anything, Vash seems to relish that pounding. He circles his thumb around the space over Wolfwood's heart. And then, when that comment leaves Vash feeling just a little flustered, he resorts to being cheeky. His hand drifts downward just a fraction more, allowing himself to tweak a nipple. What can he say — he's full of love, but he's also still a gremlin!]
Sorry, what was that?
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Wolfwood actually squawks when Vash suddenly pinches his nipple, causing him to nearly surge out of the bath. He doesn't, he stays put where he is. Instead, he whips one hand back and tries to reach blindly to grab at Vash's ear.]
What was that-??
[But like, also...he gets it. Appreciates it, actually.
Thank you, Vash, for saving him from feelings, he's felt so many of them tonight he thinks he might just blow up.]
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They're idiots, your honor.]
Just - ow ow ow - wanted to see how you'd react!
[It isn't just for Wolfwood's own benefit that he does it, either. He's getting caught up in a wave of his own feelings, too. And besides, they both need the reminder that things can still be silly goofy, even if they're apparently head over heels for one another.]
You want me to kiss it better? [He tilts his head up to make a few very exaggerated kissing noises in Wolfwood's ear.]
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...mainly so he can lean forward and turn the water off. It's starting to fill up pretty high, and the last thing they should be doing all over the brand new bathroom floor is soaking it with water. Only then does he sink back against Vash's chest again, tilting his head back so he can look at him upside down.]
I take it back. You're still an idiot.
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He leans forward, pressing a kiss to Wolfwood's forehead.]
And you still love me.
[Does his voice rise in pitch toward the end? Or perhaps get a little breathier? There's just something about saying it out loud, acknowledging their mutual love, that makes him feel like he's floating on air. His arms shift just enough to squeeze Wolfwood faintly, almost clinging for a handful of seconds before releasing once more.
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Love and peace on the planet.
He exhales on a laugh, sitting up just a little bit so he can turn his head directly, instead of leaning his head back upside down. Then, he'll use that vantage point to kiss Vash's lips, slow and gentle. It's almost chaste.]
Yeah. I guess I do.
[Then, he reaches out with his thumb and forefinger and lightly flicks the center of Vash's forehead, instead of kissing it like he'd done for him.]
And because I love you so much, I ain't even gonna be mad that I have to scrub all of your sticky jizz out of my leg hair. I'm gonna be lucky you didn't give me a waxing I didn't ask for.
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He's just about to say as much out loud when thunk. Wolfwood flicks him square in the forehead. He claps his hand to his head with a yelp, rubbing at the space with a whimper.]
Owww! What did I do?!
[The scowl he directs toward Wolfwood quickly cracks into a dismayed, perhaps even flustered grimace. He twists his head to look away, glaring flustered daggers into his wall.]
C'mon! You knew what you were getting into the second you put your mouth on me! I can't help the fact that I had fun, you know...
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[Wolfwood sighs, turning back around so he can sink down into the water a little bit more, resting his head back against Vash's chest. Most others might call this uncomfortable, with all of the metal and crisscrossing plates embedded into his skin, but at this point Wolfwood has come to accept the weird that comes along with Vash. It wouldn't be him if his body were pristine and perfect.]
Can't blame me for being curious.
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[Hope Wolfwood wasn't getting too comfortable. Vash absolutely takes this moment to nibble down the side of his jaw, each nip sharp but fleeting. A few kisses are peppered in here and there and — yeah he definitely licks a stripe toward his chin. He sputters after, thanks to the stubble, but...]
Mmn, yep! Can definitely taste it, too.
[He buries his face in Wolfwood's shoulder once he's done, chortling up the damn place.]
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[Wolfwood immediately tilts his head to the side in response to all of those nibbles and kisses, like a cat reacting to having its chin scratched. Ugh, he can feel the goosebumps rising up all along the back of his neck and shoulders thanks to Vash.]
Better be careful, or I might start actin' up again.
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[Feeling bold, he trails some of those kisses down Wolfwood's neck. One particularly sharp nip is left dead center on his throat, with Vash gingerly sucking some of the blood to the surface even after. It'll leave a vivid bruise for a few days, at least.]
We're in the tub, aren't we? Can't make that much more of a mess.
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Wolfwood's smile fades a bit, quickly giving way to a more afflicted expression that Vash won't be able to see since he's sitting behind him. It leaves him more than a little breathless, thinking about Vash kissing him more, elsewhere.
And then he thinks about.
Fuck. Okay.
He thunks his head back against Vash's shoulder, closing his eyes.]
I'm gonna ask you a weird fucking question. If you make fun of me I'll kill you.
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You can ask me anything. I promise I won't make fun of you.
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It's why he's about to ask it that it's going to be weird.]
...your arm. Can you...like. Feel anything with it?
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Not as well as I could with my actual arm. I can feel pressure. Temperatures. Certain, bold textures. Like...
[He lifts his hand up to Wolfwood's chin and thumbs over it.] I can feel your stubble, kinda.
Why?
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