[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...?
[He should have known he'd be caught out. His movements stagger at first, then come to a halt. He could lie, and say he was just enjoying himself too much. But making a habit of lying on their first night together probably wasn't the play.]
Huh? N-no, it's not like that.
[He sighs and tries to readjust his hips, to no avail. Another, more frustrated breath leaves him, before he finally gives up and leans his head back onto the wall of the tub.]
It's not as - good when I can't get you off. Or at least see you enjoying yourself.
[Watching Wolfwood's mouth around his cock had at least been a sight to behold. And he knew that he was getting some pleasure judging by what a mess he'd been afterward. This just doesn't quite do the trick.]
[For a moment, Wolfwood sits up a little so they can actually talk, instead of focusing on trying to keep his hips angled so that Vash can fuck into his thighs. He wishes he could more easily turn around, but it's fine. He can look at him over his shoulder well enough.]
It ain't complaining. I'd rather you said something instead of just...sitting through it if you ain't feeling it, right?
[That's how it should be, at least as far as Wolfwood is concerned. He still has no idea how Vash's first time went, but...that might have had a lasting impression on him in this department.]
I mean. We don't have to do this here.
[They went to get cleaned up, sure, but what's wrong with getting messy in bed again? They can wash the sheets in the morning or whatever.]
[The hardest part is that his body does want this. He's derived pleasure from it. And if he kept going, he could probably get off. The problem is that his heart isn't in it. The longer he thought about it, the more he wasn't sure if his heart was in it at all. The water was getting colder, the tile on his back growing more and more uncomfortable.
A sigh leaves him.]
Can we just get cleaned up?
[It isn't a no, but for right now he wants to think about something other than this. There's an itch beneath his skin, a sense of failure beginning to grow. He's let Wolfwood down, surely he'll think it a slight on himself, and Vash doesn't know how to reconcile that.]
[Though Wolfwood doesn't fully grasp yet that something is Off, he can sense it. There's a sort of change in the air, both just in general and in Vash's behavior that's hard to miss, but for the time being he isn't going to call him on it. He just sits forward a little bit more as Vash sighs, the water sloshing between them.]
Uh...yeah. Sure.
[Though the water isn't icy, it's not at all the nice comfy warm it was when they ran it, and the water itself is...gross. Thanks to him, mostly. So, after some deliberation, he leans forward and pulls out the plug so the water can begin draining before he pushes himself up using the edge of the tub, reaching back a hand to help Vash stand with him before moving to pull the shower curtain closed.]
[The hand is gratefully accepted, at least. And once he's on his feet, Vash finds himself leaning bodily into Wolfwood's frame. Even if the words to express his discomfort failed him, even if he couldn't verbally reassure his partner, he wanted to at least establish that level of comfort. It wasn't Wolfwood's fault he got in his own head for too long.
He lingers for a few seconds, before reaching behind them both to pull at the faucet once more. It doesn't take long to get the shower running, even if the water itself comes out cold at first. It just gives him reason to shrink closer to Wolfwood, seeking out his warmth if nothing else.]
S-sorry.
[He isn't wholly conscious of having spoken until the words are out in the open. It's hard to say if he's apologizing for earlier, or the cold water. Maybe it's a mix of both.]
[The way he apologizes isn't missed, though Wolfwood highly doubts it's because the water's cold. That he pretty easily shrugs off- they've been sitting in lukewarm water as it is for a while anyway- simply waiting as the water slowly heats back up to tolerable around them. In the meantime, he allows Vash to get close to him, huddling against him from behind like a child trying to hide.
It's only when he doesn't need to fiddle with the faucet any longer that he moves to turn to actually face Vash, carefully adjusting their position so he can pull him into his arms. He brings a hand up, loosely cradling the back of Vash's head, and brings it down to rest on his shoulder.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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...
no subject
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.]
no subject
[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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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?]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.]
no subject
[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?]
no subject
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!
no subject
[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.]
no subject
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.
no subject
...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.]
no subject
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?
no subject
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.
no subject
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.]
no subject
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...?
no subject
Huh? N-no, it's not like that.
[He sighs and tries to readjust his hips, to no avail. Another, more frustrated breath leaves him, before he finally gives up and leans his head back onto the wall of the tub.]
It's not as - good when I can't get you off. Or at least see you enjoying yourself.
[Watching Wolfwood's mouth around his cock had at least been a sight to behold. And he knew that he was getting some pleasure judging by what a mess he'd been afterward. This just doesn't quite do the trick.]
You're tryin' to help, so I shouldn't complain.
no subject
It ain't complaining. I'd rather you said something instead of just...sitting through it if you ain't feeling it, right?
[That's how it should be, at least as far as Wolfwood is concerned. He still has no idea how Vash's first time went, but...that might have had a lasting impression on him in this department.]
I mean. We don't have to do this here.
[They went to get cleaned up, sure, but what's wrong with getting messy in bed again? They can wash the sheets in the morning or whatever.]
no subject
A sigh leaves him.]
Can we just get cleaned up?
[It isn't a no, but for right now he wants to think about something other than this. There's an itch beneath his skin, a sense of failure beginning to grow. He's let Wolfwood down, surely he'll think it a slight on himself, and Vash doesn't know how to reconcile that.]
no subject
Uh...yeah. Sure.
[Though the water isn't icy, it's not at all the nice comfy warm it was when they ran it, and the water itself is...gross. Thanks to him, mostly. So, after some deliberation, he leans forward and pulls out the plug so the water can begin draining before he pushes himself up using the edge of the tub, reaching back a hand to help Vash stand with him before moving to pull the shower curtain closed.]
We can shower. It'll be faster.
no subject
He lingers for a few seconds, before reaching behind them both to pull at the faucet once more. It doesn't take long to get the shower running, even if the water itself comes out cold at first. It just gives him reason to shrink closer to Wolfwood, seeking out his warmth if nothing else.]
S-sorry.
[He isn't wholly conscious of having spoken until the words are out in the open. It's hard to say if he's apologizing for earlier, or the cold water. Maybe it's a mix of both.]
no subject
It's only when he doesn't need to fiddle with the faucet any longer that he moves to turn to actually face Vash, carefully adjusting their position so he can pull him into his arms. He brings a hand up, loosely cradling the back of Vash's head, and brings it down to rest on his shoulder.]
Hey. It's fine. You're fine.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)