[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!
Calm down, needle-noggin. You ain't gonna fuck anything if all of you ain't at the party.
[He's looking over his shoulder now to watch, smirking as he sees the way Vash's dick reaches for his fingers. It's still super weird, but he's so fascinated by it that he doubts he'll ever tire of it, either.]
There...come on out.
[He murmurs, like he's talking to it, gently rubbing at the underside of the shaft with his index finger before dragging it along the entrance it seems to be coming out from.]
[The water is a dead giveaway as to just how much even a simple touch affects him. The water churns as his body spasms beneath him. He inhales, even the very air he draws in quivering with the effort. One day, Vash will stop being so embarrassed over how easy he is, or at least being so affected by Wolfwood's touch.
But not today.
It takes little encouragement for Vash to reach his full length. Through the water, at least, the substance it secretes isn't nearly as sticky, though it still feels just as thick. That grip it has almost seems to tighten — he's out and about now, where's the follow through.]
[He doesn't mean to tease! Not really. It's just, you know. An unfortunate side-effect.
...but he won't say he minds that side-effect as he smirks at Vash over his shoulder, cooing at him with a quirked brow.]
Good boy. Now let's getcha situated here-
[Wolfwood plans to stay put where he is, already sitting back against Vash's hips as it were. Really, all he needs to do is guide Vash's length so that it's sitting between the backs of his thighs, to which Wolfwood will close his legs tight to give him something to move into. The difference in pressure is immediate for Vash, even as Wolfwood leans back against his chest again.]
There. The water and whatever else'll do the rest.
[And hey, even if Vash can't get into him right now, that doesn't mean Wolfwood won't be getting anything out of this with Vash rutting directly into him from underneath.]
[Well, there's something Vash didn't expect. That very explicit praise sends a little whimper tumbling from his lips. He winces as he does — how embarrassing. Each breath Vash exhales is a shaky one. Even if it's not the tightness he would have expected, the pressure does just fine when it comes to sending thrills through his body. If there was anything to complain about, it might have been the lack of give, but that was solely between Vash and his cock, which twisted and writhed feebly against the muscle of Wolfwood's thighs.]
Okay. Okay. [Another deep breath in.] So I just need to move, right? Rock my hips upward?
[It's a bit strange, given the fact that he's also working with Wolfwood's weight on his lap, but he gives it a shot nonetheless. The movement is a bit more unpracticed, unsteady with the motion. One hand does lift up, gripping the side of the tub in an attempt to maintain some leverage.]
[Embarrassing for Vash maybe, but Wolfwood finds it to be very attractive, thank you. And also, holy shit. Holy shit just having Vash's dick wedged between his thighs like this is enough to make him realize that he has to bottom for this guy at some point. He isn't going to survive if he and his xenoloving ass don't get to feel that tentacle dick IN said ass, okay, okay-
He tries not to think about that right now, though. This ain't about him. The last few minutes were all about him. This time, it's Vash's turn to indulge.
As Vash tries a little rock of his hips, though, Wolfwood's head bobs over his shoulder as he nods, then moves to lean back against him a little more.]
Yeah...yeah, just like that. You just kinda...feel it out, yaknow? And if I'm squeezing you too hard, just say something.
[Well, Vash is certainly trying. And he can't say it doesn't feel good. But there's a certain level of dissonance within in his head, keeping him from fully clicking with the moment. He imagines it's the lack of pleasure on Wolfwood's part. It might feel good, but it's not the best thing in the world. And for Vash, half of the fun of sex comes from making his partner feel good.
Not that he plans on saying it right away. Or at all. Wolfwood seems to be content enough with it that Vash isn't going to make a big kerfuffle. Especially when he'd gone through all the effort just for him.
As long as he buries his forehead against the other man's shoulder, breathes deep of his scent, and focuses on keeping the momentum, it'll be fine. It's not bad by any stretch. He feels good. It's just not his primary choice at this point.]
[It does feel good...to an extent. Vash is right, it's not exactly what Wolfwood wants. If he had his way, he would have just hopped on Vash's dick raw and probably would have ended up in the clinic with a very uncomfortable story to tell, so it's probably a good thing he wasn't given the reigns on that one. That being said...despite the friction it's giving Wolfwood against his cock and balls, it's not enough. He's pretty sure unless Vash really did something special, after how hard he just came from getting to suck on his fingers? He probably won't cum again, at least not just from this.
It's hard to read someone's mind, but Vash happens to have tells that Wolfwood has learned to pick up on in other ways. Namely, the fact that this guy is incredibly vocal in bed. Like, to the point where they're damn lucky Vash depression-bought a house before they got together, or else they'd be keeping the whole Inn up with their antics. It's a considerably step down from earlier, when Wolfwood ate him out and Vash was practically singing over it.
He quirks a brow, nose wrinkling as he tries to readjust his position for him a little. Maybe that's it? No...tightens the grip of his thighs? No...
After a couple moments of quiet rocking, Wolfwood turns his head suddenly, resting his cheek against Vash's collarbone so he can look back at him out of the corner of his eye.]
Needle-noggin. I know you got more in you than that. Do I need to sit a different way, or...?
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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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[He's looking over his shoulder now to watch, smirking as he sees the way Vash's dick reaches for his fingers. It's still super weird, but he's so fascinated by it that he doubts he'll ever tire of it, either.]
There...come on out.
[He murmurs, like he's talking to it, gently rubbing at the underside of the shaft with his index finger before dragging it along the entrance it seems to be coming out from.]
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But not today.
It takes little encouragement for Vash to reach his full length. Through the water, at least, the substance it secretes isn't nearly as sticky, though it still feels just as thick. That grip it has almost seems to tighten — he's out and about now, where's the follow through.]
C'mon, Nick.
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...but he won't say he minds that side-effect as he smirks at Vash over his shoulder, cooing at him with a quirked brow.]
Good boy. Now let's getcha situated here-
[Wolfwood plans to stay put where he is, already sitting back against Vash's hips as it were. Really, all he needs to do is guide Vash's length so that it's sitting between the backs of his thighs, to which Wolfwood will close his legs tight to give him something to move into. The difference in pressure is immediate for Vash, even as Wolfwood leans back against his chest again.]
There. The water and whatever else'll do the rest.
[And hey, even if Vash can't get into him right now, that doesn't mean Wolfwood won't be getting anything out of this with Vash rutting directly into him from underneath.]
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Okay. Okay. [Another deep breath in.] So I just need to move, right? Rock my hips upward?
[It's a bit strange, given the fact that he's also working with Wolfwood's weight on his lap, but he gives it a shot nonetheless. The movement is a bit more unpracticed, unsteady with the motion. One hand does lift up, gripping the side of the tub in an attempt to maintain some leverage.]
Like this?
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He tries not to think about that right now, though. This ain't about him. The last few minutes were all about him. This time, it's Vash's turn to indulge.
As Vash tries a little rock of his hips, though, Wolfwood's head bobs over his shoulder as he nods, then moves to lean back against him a little more.]
Yeah...yeah, just like that. You just kinda...feel it out, yaknow? And if I'm squeezing you too hard, just say something.
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Not that he plans on saying it right away. Or at all. Wolfwood seems to be content enough with it that Vash isn't going to make a big kerfuffle. Especially when he'd gone through all the effort just for him.
As long as he buries his forehead against the other man's shoulder, breathes deep of his scent, and focuses on keeping the momentum, it'll be fine. It's not bad by any stretch. He feels good. It's just not his primary choice at this point.]
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It's hard to read someone's mind, but Vash happens to have tells that Wolfwood has learned to pick up on in other ways. Namely, the fact that this guy is incredibly vocal in bed. Like, to the point where they're damn lucky Vash depression-bought a house before they got together, or else they'd be keeping the whole Inn up with their antics. It's a considerably step down from earlier, when Wolfwood ate him out and Vash was practically singing over it.
He quirks a brow, nose wrinkling as he tries to readjust his position for him a little. Maybe that's it? No...tightens the grip of his thighs? No...
After a couple moments of quiet rocking, Wolfwood turns his head suddenly, resting his cheek against Vash's collarbone so he can look back at him out of the corner of his eye.]
Needle-noggin. I know you got more in you than that. Do I need to sit a different way, or...?
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