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[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.]

...Tch. Right...

[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.]

...yeah. It is.

[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.

[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!]

Sorry, what was that?

[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.]

I take it back. You're still an idiot.

[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.]

Can't blame me for being curious.

Oh you can, huh?

[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.]

A-ah...hey now...

[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.

Mm? Why not?

[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.

[Oooh fuck-

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.

[See, the thing is, it's not as weird of a question as you'd think on the surface.

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?

[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.

Why?

[He was hoping that would be the answer. The other option would be "I can't feel anything", in which case there would really be no point. But...how would be be so deft with that arm if he couldn't feel to some degree?

He decides not to answer verbally, but to instead do so with his actions instead of words. With Vash's hand still resting along his jaw, it's easy for him to reach up and take hold of it, bringing it carefully around to his front. For a moment, he simply examines it in a way he's never really had the opportunity to do before. Brushing his thumbs over the smooth metal, observing the way it reflects green off the water. It must be waterproof, otherwise Vash wouldn't be in the bathroom with it still attached.

So.

It means that he can turn Vash's hand over, palm-up, and bring his metal fingers to his lips without worry. He can press a kiss to the index and middle finger, delicate even for Wolfwood, before slipping the digits into his own mouth without preamble, dragging his tongue over the backs of the space between fingertip and first knuckle.]

[At first, Vash believes that Wolfwood only means to be delicate with his touches. He savors the way each kiss feels against the metal, even if it's muted and different than it might feel against skin. It affects him nonetheless, sending small zaps of feedback up the false nerves and straight to his brain. The water sloshes as he adjusts his legs, the only way he can actually squirm when they're positioned like this.]

Nick -

[He should have known it would go this way. And even if he can't see what Wolfwood is doing, Vash feels he deserves a reward nonetheless. One hand shifts forward, curving along a hip and then down to his groin. His fingers trail up the span of his cock haltingly, a question in the movements.]

[See...Wolfwood could have just been delicate with it. Perhaps when they're laying in bed together some far flung time in the future, finally fucked out and ready to rest, he'll return to his arm and really worship it for a while. He doesn't know the actual story of how Vash lost it, of course. Doesn't know how personal and upsetting it was, thinking it to just be another casualty in a long line of battles he's waged on the sand covered planet they call home. He just knows that it's been a part of Vash ever since they first met, and it's something he wants to get in touch with more.

Literally, in this case.

On his end, there's little feedback to be had when you're tasting metal. It tastes like...well, metal, and it isn't at all soft, but that doesn't mean he isn't getting feedback in other ways. It's pleasantly cool even after having been in a hot bathroom for a while, and he can feel the pressure as Vash's fingers move slightly against his tongue.

And then, he feels Vash's hand moving down below, and his back actually arches unconsciously when he realizes what he's doing. God, yes.

He spreads his knees a little further apart, relaxing even heavier against Vash's chest as he pulls his fingers free from his mouth for just a moment.]

Please.

[Before he goes right back to fellating those metal digits with his tongue, dragging it between them now as he marvels at the sensation they leave behind in his mouth.]

[Vash draws very little from this moment — not on a physical level at least. But from the moment Wolfwood draws upward, all of the blood in Vash's body seems to rush southward. Long as he maintained his attraction to Wolfwood's voice, and this moment is no exception. The grit of it, low and in his throat as that utterance is, practically makes Vash dizzy.

He shifts his own body just a little, enough that he can better lean toward Wolfwood's ear. He nuzzles behind it, taking just a second to nip at the earlobe before raising his own voice.]

Does it feel good, Nick?

[Emboldened by the encouragement, his fingers properly wrap around Wolfwood's cock. He raises them just high enough that he can thumb over the head, pressing against the slit just so before drifting back downward.]

[Vash really is too good at this. He knows his way around cocks- or at least, Wolfwood's cock- to the point where he'll get to hear more of that low timbre of his voice as he growls out another moan in response to it. Which! He might be able to feel vibrate around those fingers of his, we just don't know.

He huffs, the breath shaking its way out of him as Vash double-teams him with the way he nips at his ear, prompting him to lean back into the touch as he continues to just lick his fingers, thankful that Vash doesn't find it too weird to handle. Because, in essence, all he can think about is Vash fucking his mouth with them. He's kindof...trying to encourage interactivity as it is, given the fact that he's pushed them in deep enough to reach the halfway point, now.]

Mmhh...

[It's hard to miss the way that tongue encourages his fingers. And obvious as it is, it's the kind of hint Vash finds easy to take even if he has been a little distracted with getting his hands on Wolfwood's dick. What can he say, he enjoys the weight of it in his hand! He's a simple man.

But no, he obliges Wolfwood's desire. At first it isn't outright fucking into his throat, however. Instead, he pins that tongue down, holding it against the bottom of his mouth. He's careful to make sure he isn't pressing against any teeth — he wants discomfort, not pain.]

You're insatiable, Wolfwood. I'm losing track of all the ways to make you happy.

[He releases the man's tongue finally, in favor of pistoning his fingers into his mouth. He does this once, twice, three times, all rather careful. He just wants to be sure he has the right idea.

The hand against his cock, of course, moves in tandem.]

[Ooooh my god.

Wolfwood, at the very least, is in touch with the fact that he has a few very specific kinks, and having things in his mouth is one of them. So the way Vash immediately gets the message on what he wants him to do here is not only exciting, it kindof blows his mind just how much he does with it in such a short amount of time. The way he suddenly pins his tongue to the bottom of his mouth, forcing it still so he can't do anything? Wolfwood's shoulders go slack, his chest heaving as he breathes harshly through his mouth around those fingers.

But then Vash shifts gears, prompting Wolfwood's metaphorical ears to perk at the way he's suddenly thrusting his fingers into his mouth. And the way he combines it with stroking his length?]

Uu-nnghh-

[If Vash ever wanted to hear Wolfwood moan, well. There you have it. It trembles in his chest, pitched oddly because of just how afflicted he is, the water briefly sloshing around their hips as he unconsciously bucks his own up into the hollow of Vash's flesh hand.]

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