[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.]
[A faint noise is made into the embrace, almost like relief. And it's true, that Vash's shoulders actively loosen the second they both make contact. It's what was missing earlier, with their previous position, mutual contact and assurance. He couldn't explain why the lack of it felt so wrong, only that this was right.
Perhaps it's the reminder of that time before, when it had felt cold and fleeting. He shrugs that thought away before it can stick too heavily in his mind, though.]
I was having a good time. [His voice almost sounds like he's pouting, as if he's annoyed with himself for... whatever he felt. Why wouldn't he be, when it had ruined an otherwise perfect evening.] Didn't mean to make it so much trouble.
[Wolfwood mutters, starting to get a better idea of what might have happened, now. As it stands, he personally doesn't feel like anything's been "ruined" at all. How could it possibly be, when they've already had such a good time together up until now? The whole plan was to have a shower together afterwards, the whole...getting frisky in the bathtub was Wolfwood's idea, come to think of it.]
It ain't trouble, Vash. It's okay to take a breather if you're not feeling something.
[He cards his fingers gently through the short hair of his undercut, sighing as the water finally reaches actually warm now that it's had some time to run for a bit.]
...here. Let's get cleaned up for now. Then we can talk more.
[It's relieving to hear Wolfwood say as much. His response to the rejection, callous of a word though it might be, had been at the forefront of Vash's mind. He doesn't want to see Nick brought down by virtue of him being finicky. Besides, it isn't like he hasn't loved every other second of their evening together. There's just something about this.
The sigh Vash offers up is bone deep and weary, but he doesn't argue. In fact, he gives a small bob of the head, before glancing up at Wolfwood through his lashes.]
Promise you aren't upset? It really wasn't you -
[The hot water is already doing wonders, rinsing away the sour feelings clinging to his skin. So, too, is Wolfwood's embrace. His voice. Where that grit had only just been getting a rise out of him, it's now the perfect salve for his aches.]
[Though they do need to actually try to do some cleaning here, Wolfwood isn't going to rush it. If standing under the hot water is what Vash needs the most right now, then that's what they'll do. He'll let the Independent to lean his weight into him, though the way he sighs like that isn't too terribly promising.
Vash what did he say about talking...ah well.]
If I was, you'd know. [He murmurs, low, but not too low that he can't be heard over the rush of water.] ...you okay?
[Don't worry, Wolfwood. He isn't intentionally keeping anything to himself. Right now, he's trying to sort through the myriad emotions running through his head, hoping to at least pinpoint where it all started. It's growing harder to do so, seeing as how said feelings are currently being washed away.]
I'm getting there. [It's both honest and painfully earnest. Even as his brows lower into a furrow, he never takes his gaze away from Nick.] It's like I said. I think I just... didn't like how thoughtless it felt after everything.
It wasn't just you. [He wouldn't deny that Wolfwood played a major part in his decision to press onward, but that wasn't the whole truth, either.] I kinda hoped that I would get used to it. Like if I worked through it, it'd feel better?
[Obviously that hadn't panned out for them. Looking back, it had been a bad decision considering how burned out he felt now. But that was just how Vash operated. He'd make a bad decision in the heat of the moment, follow it through to the end, and then pick up the pieces afterward.]
I'll keep it in mind, though.
[For now, he reaches for the small bar of soap he keeps in the shower. He starts to lather both of his hands.]
[This kind of thing is something you learn through experience. Back years ago, when he had more free time to fuck around than he does now, Wolfwood had those experiences that were less than pleasant. And now Vash, who has had sex all of twice now in the last decade and some change, can't be expected to get it all right the first time.
Wolfwood wonders, maybe, if they might have gone a little too hard. He doesn't want to say as much, not while Vash is obviously still feeling raw and uncomfortable, so he decides to just let him do the talking while they're still washing up. That said...
Vash reaches for the soap, and Wolfwood inclines his head to one side before nodding.]
[Silently at first, those hands work together until he's satisfied with the bubbles coming off of them. They raise up, starting just below Wolfwood's jaw and gradually working the lather downward. As if sensing his thoughts, Vash lets out a thoughtful noise.]
Y'know. Nothin's ever made me feel half as good as that.
[His hands span the width of his shoulders, then shift to gingerly knead their way down an arm.]
And I've never been able to make someone feel as good as that, either. [A hum starts up in the back of his throat.] Definitely ranks up there on my list of better nights.
[Ugh. That feels...sinfully good. He can't help the way his eyes flutter closed as Vash lathers him up methodically, going from his neck to his shoulders and beyond. Even with the prosthetic being there in the mix, it doesn't detract from the feeling of being washed, far from it. It only enhances it, since the metal has been warmed up nicely by the heat. Don't mind him if he ends up leaning into the curve of your palms whenever you go back up to his head, Vash.]
Glad I could be of service, then. [He winks, smirking.] But...yeah. It was the same for me too.
[His voice lowers just a touch, not so low that he can't be heard over the water, but low enough so that it's like he's telling a secret.]
I'm gonna be hearing those sounds you were making in my dreams, I'm pretty sure.
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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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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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Perhaps it's the reminder of that time before, when it had felt cold and fleeting. He shrugs that thought away before it can stick too heavily in his mind, though.]
I was having a good time. [His voice almost sounds like he's pouting, as if he's annoyed with himself for... whatever he felt. Why wouldn't he be, when it had ruined an otherwise perfect evening.] Didn't mean to make it so much trouble.
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[Wolfwood mutters, starting to get a better idea of what might have happened, now. As it stands, he personally doesn't feel like anything's been "ruined" at all. How could it possibly be, when they've already had such a good time together up until now? The whole plan was to have a shower together afterwards, the whole...getting frisky in the bathtub was Wolfwood's idea, come to think of it.]
It ain't trouble, Vash. It's okay to take a breather if you're not feeling something.
[He cards his fingers gently through the short hair of his undercut, sighing as the water finally reaches actually warm now that it's had some time to run for a bit.]
...here. Let's get cleaned up for now. Then we can talk more.
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The sigh Vash offers up is bone deep and weary, but he doesn't argue. In fact, he gives a small bob of the head, before glancing up at Wolfwood through his lashes.]
Promise you aren't upset? It really wasn't you -
[The hot water is already doing wonders, rinsing away the sour feelings clinging to his skin. So, too, is Wolfwood's embrace. His voice. Where that grit had only just been getting a rise out of him, it's now the perfect salve for his aches.]
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Vash what did he say about talking...ah well.]
If I was, you'd know. [He murmurs, low, but not too low that he can't be heard over the rush of water.] ...you okay?
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I'm getting there. [It's both honest and painfully earnest. Even as his brows lower into a furrow, he never takes his gaze away from Nick.] It's like I said. I think I just... didn't like how thoughtless it felt after everything.
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Wolfwood breathes a sigh through his nose, bringing his hand up now so he can brush his thumb along the side of his cheek.]
I mean...it makes sense. I don't think I've ever known you to do anything you didn't put 110% of yourself into.
[He leans in, just close enough to rest their foreheads together.]
Next time though...you should tell me. Don't keep going for my sake.
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[Obviously that hadn't panned out for them. Looking back, it had been a bad decision considering how burned out he felt now. But that was just how Vash operated. He'd make a bad decision in the heat of the moment, follow it through to the end, and then pick up the pieces afterward.]
I'll keep it in mind, though.
[For now, he reaches for the small bar of soap he keeps in the shower. He starts to lather both of his hands.]
May I?
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Wolfwood wonders, maybe, if they might have gone a little too hard. He doesn't want to say as much, not while Vash is obviously still feeling raw and uncomfortable, so he decides to just let him do the talking while they're still washing up. That said...
Vash reaches for the soap, and Wolfwood inclines his head to one side before nodding.]
Please.
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Y'know. Nothin's ever made me feel half as good as that.
[His hands span the width of his shoulders, then shift to gingerly knead their way down an arm.]
And I've never been able to make someone feel as good as that, either. [A hum starts up in the back of his throat.] Definitely ranks up there on my list of better nights.
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[Ugh. That feels...sinfully good. He can't help the way his eyes flutter closed as Vash lathers him up methodically, going from his neck to his shoulders and beyond. Even with the prosthetic being there in the mix, it doesn't detract from the feeling of being washed, far from it. It only enhances it, since the metal has been warmed up nicely by the heat. Don't mind him if he ends up leaning into the curve of your palms whenever you go back up to his head, Vash.]
Glad I could be of service, then. [He winks, smirking.] But...yeah. It was the same for me too.
[His voice lowers just a touch, not so low that he can't be heard over the water, but low enough so that it's like he's telling a secret.]
I'm gonna be hearing those sounds you were making in my dreams, I'm pretty sure.
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