[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.
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
[He's heard all sorts of pleased noises coming from Wolfwood over the course of the night, but nothing quite like this. It awakens a part of Vash that had only just grown dormant, a steadily building molten sensation in his gut. He ignores it, attention fully on Wolfwood.]
That's it, baby. [Is a pet name too much? Is there such a thing as too much between them anymore? He can't tell.] You sound so good.
[Kisses are laid reverently over his shoulder as his hands work in tandem. The pace is perhaps a little slow, given the way he has to coordinate his movements. A few times, he loses his rhythm or otherwise falters. But he picks it up again just as quickly.
Once or twice, he pins Wolfwood's tongue down once more. It allows him to be more deliberate with his motions against his dick. His wrist curls, allowing his fingers to twist sinuously over the span of his cock. As he slides down, his thumb presses inward just that little bit more, curving along the thick vein on the underside of his length.]
[If pet names were too much, then Wolfwood should have nixed using them on Vash long ago when they first met. As it stands, he doesn't seem to mind it at all. If anything it only serves to heighten his arousal even more, if the way he jerks his hips against Vash's hand even more is anything to go by. It doesn't matter that the rhythm occasionally becomes staggard. It actually just makes it that much better, because he never knows for sure what Vash is going to do to him next, and when. It leaves him whimpering in the Independent's hold, his free hand reaching back to sort of grip around Vash's side so he isn't tempted to just sink all the way down into the water over how good it feels.
As he pins his tongue again, Wolfwood exhales on a sound that can only be described as a keen of desperation, followed by the sound of his teeth clicking onto Vash's fingers. He doesn't mean to bite, but he ends up doing so anyway, unsure if Vash can feel any sort of pain from the accidental nip or not. He's salivating too at this point, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth like a dog with a bone.]
[He would have never thought that a half-choked sound could have elicited such longing on his own part. The same could be said about the mess that he invokes, the saliva that runs down his neck reminding him very vividly of the mess that had pooled across his face only a short while ago. Somehow, though, makes it all look and sound so good.]
You have no idea what you do to me, Nick. [He leans forward so he can croon his in his ear. A nip to the lobe punctuates it.] How'm I ever supposed to let you out of my sight now, huh?
[Once more, his fingers delve down into his throat. This time, when he presses further in, he holds it there. Some part of him rails against it, worried that it might be too much, that he might hurt Wolfwood. The other part reminds him that he's already seen this much interest at play before.
He's giving him exactly what he wants by letting Wolfwood gag on his fingers.]
[Oh, don't worry Vash. He's pretty sure he has an inkling...and he could also say the same thing about you, when he's currently sitting in a bathtub half full of water literally on the cusp of orgasm again because you're fucking his mouth with your fingers. That sort of thing kindof says something about a person, no?
Vash caught on quickly. He's remembered that Wolfwood swallowed all of him down before without prompting, meaning that he either has no gag reflex, or he has trained himself to the point where this sort of thing doesn't bother him and is, in fact, a turn on instead. It's also probably Vash's clue in to the fact that Wolfwood would be into masochism, and would probably die (not literal) on the spot if he could convince Vash to choke him, BUT THAT'S FOR ANOTHER TIME---
He couldn't possibly hang on for much longer than this. Not with Vash being so purposeful in his movements, coupled with the sweet nothings he's whispering into Wolfwood's ear. He feels his back arch helplessly up into Vash's hand again as he suddenly gets the idea to press his fingers even deeper into the back of his throat, the now-warm metal slipping down easily.
He has to ask himself, as Vash asks him to come, when he got so easy. Because the moment the words pass his lips, it's like Vash touched him with a cattle prod.
The muscles in his body tense all at once, his thighs quaking as his cock spasms in Vash's grip. All at once, he's cumming thick ropes that cover the back of Vash's knuckles, his wrist, and then fall into and dissipate in the water. Meanwhile, Wolfwood practically chokes out a sob around Vash's fingertips, his teeth once again clattering around the metal as he struggles to keep himself coherent, his head falling back against Vash's collarbone.
He's crying out Vash's name, it's just garbled with his fingers still in his mouth.]
[It's a wonder Wolfwood doesn't break his damn teeth on those fingers. Vash doesn't feel the pain like he normally might, but he can feel the urgency that he clamps down with nonetheless. When he winces, it's solely for his partner's sake, and the only reason he doesn't pull back is because he knows he'd get chewed out if he didn't.
The mess on his fingers is regarded, just as he also ignores the almost painful ache within his own loins. Yes it does say something that he's on the precipice of cumming untouched himself. No, he has no plans of talking about it. It's humiliating, how easy he is.]
That's it... There you go. [He presses a kiss to Nick's poor, drowsy temple. So much for actually getting him clean, considering how filthy the water now is. But they can worry about that later, ideally after Vash has finally pulled his fingers clear of Wolfwood's throat.]
You're so beautiful, you know. 'specially like this. With me.
[You know, covered in drool and absolutely fucked out. As you do.]
[He's pretty sure he's dying. Vash has killed him for real this time, pack it up folks Vash the Stampede has killed a man-
When he pulls those metal fingers free from his mouth, it's almost disappointing to not have them there any longer. It's for Wolfwood's own good though, who was liable to actually chip a tooth if he wasn't careful. Never in his life did he think he'd be that horny over someone's hand, but hey. It helps that he's already plenty horny for who it happens to be attached to. Now here he is, having to look down at himself as he still twitches vaguely in the last throes of that orgasm, sort of reclining back against Vash with his whole front that isn't submerged once again dirty. Not that...they've really tried to wash up at all, yet.
They may need that shower after all.]
I-I...fuck, Vash. [Wolfwood wheezes, turning his face against the Independent's neck. Yes, his voice is a bit hoarse now.] How...the hell do you manage t'do this to me...
[Though the water won't do much considering its present state, Vash reaches up to splash at those lingering splatters of cum all the same. It's one less thing to be sticky, one less potential area to be waxed when it was all said and done. He doesn't fixate on the rest for now, though. There are more important things to worry about.
Important things like holding onto Wolfwood. Or kissing in his hair. Or inhaling the scent of him. It's still divine, despite all the smoke, sweat, and other fluids. He's a damn mess, and it's all because of Vash.
Hell, maybe he's feeling a little proud.]
Which part? Wearin' you out? Or making you fall deeply, deeply in love with me? [He tries to keep his tone light, even as his heart hammers over the thought.]
[Is the answer he finally ends up settling on, having gone completely boneless in Vash's arms. This is the energy of someone who isn't exhausted, but who is completely blissed out. Vash just hammered the kink button over and over until Wolfwood exploded, and that really just makes him want to figure out if Vash has any.
He needs to see the Independent come undone in a similar way. Eating him out came close...]
[Vash can't say he doesn't agree. He also doesn't want to move. And yet part of his body still does. He can feel his length starting to emerge, and it's going to take a whole hell of a lot of willpower to keep it down. They'll have plenty more time to do... whatever it is that they want. For tonight, though, he has no intention of goading Wolfwood into anything else though. Not sexually at least.
A full shower, on the other hand...]
You're a mess, Nick. You and me both. [He says it with a gentle laugh.] At least stand up so I can clean you proper. For real this time.
[It's a nice sentiment, Vash has. To want to get his boyfriend off one last time before they wash up and head to bed. It's cute that he thinks it's going to work, when Wolfwood has been sitting ass-to-grundle this entire time with him. Like. He can feel Vash getting hard, and has been able to feel his reactions to what he was doing this entire time, however subtle they were.
He's struck with a Thought. It's a bad thing, him thinking, especially when he's thinking with his dick, and not the one braincell he does have.]
...oi, needle-noggin. You don't really think I'm gonna just...leave you hangin', yeah?
[He shifts his hips, deliberately grinding them back against Vash, right down hard onto where the tip of his mostly-hidden length is trying to come back out.]
[The worst part is that Vash is just starting to stand up when Wolfwood presses back against him. The effect is immediate, his arms slipping against the slick tub and falling out from under him. He sinks back into the water with a faint splash, practically electrified by that teasing sensation. He chokes back a noise, then winds up coughing when it backfires.]
Jeez - Nick. [It's a feeble complaint, one he's proud of all the same when he feels like this.] C'mon, we don't have any of what we need for all of that.
[Vash is pretty stupid when it comes to a lot of things. But he knows water, spit, and sticky cum-sap do not make good lube.]
You don't gotta worry about me. I'm fine, honest.
[His dick says otherwise, but no one needs to know that, right?]
Nn - [The noise is strangled, somewhere between a whine and a moan. He shouldn't be surprised that Wolfwood knows exactly what he's doing, and that he's being an absolute ass about it. Vash isn't offended by any stretch, but that's probably because he's thinking with his dick, rather than his head.]
Your thighs. Only your thighs.
[It's the quickest way for the both of them to calm down, and far easier than waiting until they're back in bed to get off once more. Otherwise, they'd just be back in the same damn situation.]
Do you, uh. Want to adjust yourself. I'm not really sure how to -
[Look, he's well beyond his comfort zone, at least as far as what he knows how to do. Fundamentally he gets it, but in action? Not so much.]
[Oh boy can't wait to see how long "only his thighs" lasts-
But he's not going to say that, of course. He'll take it from here Vash, don't worry, he'll apologize later for being insatiably horny maybe-
He leans his weight forward slightly, namely so he can first reach back to see just where Vash is at, hardness wise. Are we at full mast or does he need some more coaxing?]
[Predictably, it's going to end in disaster, but for right now Vash can't help but feel mildly excited at the prospect. It's something new to him, at least. And another memory to share with Wolfwood, if he wants to be sentimental about it. Not to mention his poor body all but writhing with longing.
As that hand graces Vash's presence, as it were, he stiffens just a little. His breath leaves him in a sharp puff. Presently, his cock isn't all the way out, but it's pretty damn close. It curls faintly around Wolfwood's hand, almost as if trying to draw him closer for attention.]
H-hey - that isn't what you said - [He wriggles his hips just a little.] Tease!
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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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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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...
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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.]
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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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That's it, baby. [Is a pet name too much? Is there such a thing as too much between them anymore? He can't tell.] You sound so good.
[Kisses are laid reverently over his shoulder as his hands work in tandem. The pace is perhaps a little slow, given the way he has to coordinate his movements. A few times, he loses his rhythm or otherwise falters. But he picks it up again just as quickly.
Once or twice, he pins Wolfwood's tongue down once more. It allows him to be more deliberate with his motions against his dick. His wrist curls, allowing his fingers to twist sinuously over the span of his cock. As he slides down, his thumb presses inward just that little bit more, curving along the thick vein on the underside of his length.]
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As he pins his tongue again, Wolfwood exhales on a sound that can only be described as a keen of desperation, followed by the sound of his teeth clicking onto Vash's fingers. He doesn't mean to bite, but he ends up doing so anyway, unsure if Vash can feel any sort of pain from the accidental nip or not. He's salivating too at this point, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth like a dog with a bone.]
A-ah- ah-! A-aashhh-
[He's getting close. Somehow, already, he's close.]
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You have no idea what you do to me, Nick. [He leans forward so he can croon his in his ear. A nip to the lobe punctuates it.] How'm I ever supposed to let you out of my sight now, huh?
[Once more, his fingers delve down into his throat. This time, when he presses further in, he holds it there. Some part of him rails against it, worried that it might be too much, that he might hurt Wolfwood. The other part reminds him that he's already seen this much interest at play before.
He's giving him exactly what he wants by letting Wolfwood gag on his fingers.]
Will you do it again? Let me see you come?
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Vash caught on quickly. He's remembered that Wolfwood swallowed all of him down before without prompting, meaning that he either has no gag reflex, or he has trained himself to the point where this sort of thing doesn't bother him and is, in fact, a turn on instead. It's also probably Vash's clue in to the fact that Wolfwood would be into masochism, and would probably die (not literal) on the spot if he could convince Vash to choke him, BUT THAT'S FOR ANOTHER TIME---
He couldn't possibly hang on for much longer than this. Not with Vash being so purposeful in his movements, coupled with the sweet nothings he's whispering into Wolfwood's ear. He feels his back arch helplessly up into Vash's hand again as he suddenly gets the idea to press his fingers even deeper into the back of his throat, the now-warm metal slipping down easily.
He has to ask himself, as Vash asks him to come, when he got so easy. Because the moment the words pass his lips, it's like Vash touched him with a cattle prod.
The muscles in his body tense all at once, his thighs quaking as his cock spasms in Vash's grip. All at once, he's cumming thick ropes that cover the back of Vash's knuckles, his wrist, and then fall into and dissipate in the water. Meanwhile, Wolfwood practically chokes out a sob around Vash's fingertips, his teeth once again clattering around the metal as he struggles to keep himself coherent, his head falling back against Vash's collarbone.
He's crying out Vash's name, it's just garbled with his fingers still in his mouth.]
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The mess on his fingers is regarded, just as he also ignores the almost painful ache within his own loins. Yes it does say something that he's on the precipice of cumming untouched himself. No, he has no plans of talking about it. It's humiliating, how easy he is.]
That's it... There you go. [He presses a kiss to Nick's poor, drowsy temple. So much for actually getting him clean, considering how filthy the water now is. But they can worry about that later, ideally after Vash has finally pulled his fingers clear of Wolfwood's throat.]
You're so beautiful, you know. 'specially like this. With me.
[You know, covered in drool and absolutely fucked out. As you do.]
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When he pulls those metal fingers free from his mouth, it's almost disappointing to not have them there any longer. It's for Wolfwood's own good though, who was liable to actually chip a tooth if he wasn't careful. Never in his life did he think he'd be that horny over someone's hand, but hey. It helps that he's already plenty horny for who it happens to be attached to. Now here he is, having to look down at himself as he still twitches vaguely in the last throes of that orgasm, sort of reclining back against Vash with his whole front that isn't submerged once again dirty. Not that...they've really tried to wash up at all, yet.
They may need that shower after all.]
I-I...fuck, Vash. [Wolfwood wheezes, turning his face against the Independent's neck. Yes, his voice is a bit hoarse now.] How...the hell do you manage t'do this to me...
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Important things like holding onto Wolfwood. Or kissing in his hair. Or inhaling the scent of him. It's still divine, despite all the smoke, sweat, and other fluids. He's a damn mess, and it's all because of Vash.
Hell, maybe he's feeling a little proud.]
Which part? Wearin' you out? Or making you fall deeply, deeply in love with me? [He tries to keep his tone light, even as his heart hammers over the thought.]
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[Is the answer he finally ends up settling on, having gone completely boneless in Vash's arms. This is the energy of someone who isn't exhausted, but who is completely blissed out. Vash just hammered the kink button over and over until Wolfwood exploded, and that really just makes him want to figure out if Vash has any.
He needs to see the Independent come undone in a similar way. Eating him out came close...]
Don't....wanna move. Ever again.
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A full shower, on the other hand...]
You're a mess, Nick. You and me both. [He says it with a gentle laugh.] At least stand up so I can clean you proper. For real this time.
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He's struck with a Thought. It's a bad thing, him thinking, especially when he's thinking with his dick, and not the one braincell he does have.]
...oi, needle-noggin. You don't really think I'm gonna just...leave you hangin', yeah?
[He shifts his hips, deliberately grinding them back against Vash, right down hard onto where the tip of his mostly-hidden length is trying to come back out.]
C'mon. I'm right here.
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Jeez - Nick. [It's a feeble complaint, one he's proud of all the same when he feels like this.] C'mon, we don't have any of what we need for all of that.
[Vash is pretty stupid when it comes to a lot of things. But he knows water, spit, and sticky cum-sap do not make good lube.]
You don't gotta worry about me. I'm fine, honest.
[His dick says otherwise, but no one needs to know that, right?]
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But is that what Wolfwood is thinking of doing? Haha lol lmao of course he is who do you take him for-
Smirking, he leans his weight back into him harder, conveniently sort of half-sitting on Vash's hips in a way that would prevent him from getting up.]
If it's that big of a deal, you can just fuck my thighs, can't you?
[It won't be exactly what he wants, but hey. They have all the time in the world for future experimenting.]
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Your thighs. Only your thighs.
[It's the quickest way for the both of them to calm down, and far easier than waiting until they're back in bed to get off once more. Otherwise, they'd just be back in the same damn situation.]
Do you, uh. Want to adjust yourself. I'm not really sure how to -
[Look, he's well beyond his comfort zone, at least as far as what he knows how to do. Fundamentally he gets it, but in action? Not so much.]
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[Oh boy can't wait to see how long "only his thighs" lasts-
But he's not going to say that, of course. He'll take it from here Vash, don't worry, he'll apologize later for being insatiably horny maybe-
He leans his weight forward slightly, namely so he can first reach back to see just where Vash is at, hardness wise. Are we at full mast or does he need some more coaxing?]
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As that hand graces Vash's presence, as it were, he stiffens just a little. His breath leaves him in a sharp puff. Presently, his cock isn't all the way out, but it's pretty damn close. It curls faintly around Wolfwood's hand, almost as if trying to draw him closer for attention.]
H-hey - that isn't what you said - [He wriggles his hips just a little.] Tease!
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