[For now, Vash manages to work his lather down toward Wolfwood's Wolfwood's hips before it begins to run out. Still, given the mess Vash had made of him, he can't be blamed for lingering. His fingers seem to map out every ridge of muscle, trace over every scar, and fan through the thick hair that settles just above his belt line. It's all kept gentle — not trying to elicit a response, merely revere and appreciate. Despite his earlier mood, the affection is no less bountiful — in fact it seems to pool deeply within his chest and radiate outward.
Eventually, though, he does rise up for the time being. He takes Wolfwood's face into his hands and pulls him into a brief kiss. He can't help it, when he feels about ready to burst with his adoration.]
Don't push it, buddy. [He scolds when they part. There's no venom to his words, though they do trail into a yelp as Wolfwood does, indeed, push it. The shiver that follows is a bodily one. It seems to deeply affect him despite everything, especially given the way his sinuous length — mostly retracted now — seems to abruptly stand at at least partial attention.]
[There's something to be said about simply exploring someone's body like this. There's a lot for Vash to explore, after all. This time tonight marks the first that either of them has seen the other completely nude, and Wolfwood would be lying if he said he's gotten a proper eyeful of everything Vash has to offer. In contrast, Wolfwood has scars, blemishes, and imperfections that even he can't see from most angles. Yet, the way Vash touches him...you'd think they were all perfect. It's enough to make him feel sheepish, being studied so carefully.
It doesn't help when he decides to kiss him like that, which prompts Wolfwood to return the favor, a smirk on his lips even long after they part from one another. Vash's lips are sweet, even when they're giving him a warning. His plan had been to chase him down for another kiss before he could say anything else, but, well...
That smirk turns from easygoing to downright devilish, when he sees something shift out of the corner of his eye.]
[In the end, it's less that Wolfwood is perfect and more that Vash appreciates him in spite of (or perhaps because of) those imperfections. They are, after all, all parts of the man he loves. And what else can Vash do but love every single inch of the man he's virtually pledged his entire life to?
He knows when that gaze shifts, though, can practically feel the heat of it raking down his body. He shies back solely out of shyness, rather than apprehension. A faint whimper grows at the back of his throat, while a very self-conscious heat rises on his cheeks and spreads down the span of his neck.]
You can't talk to me like that. You'll get me all worked up again! [The chiding note in his voice has diminished greatly, as if the fight he puts up is solely to say that he did resist, even if he clearly doesn't want to.]
[He means that, honest! In fact, he'll prove it to Vash by reaching for the soap that he'd placed down earlier, lathering up his own hands with it. It doesn't take long to get a good amount of suds going, to which he'll carefully place both soapy hands along either side of Vash's neck.]
Here. Lemme clean you up, before anythin' else happens.
[Having Wolfwood's hands roving all over his body sure as hell is NOT going to help Vash's current predicament but hey, at least he'll no longer be sticky?
He'll also tilt his head a little bit, trying to look into Vash's eyes.]
[That whine only grows louder, though for an entirely different reason. Though he doesn't protest the touch outright, he does hit Wolfwood with a very pointed pout, offering up:]
You distracted me before I could finish you off.
[Phrasing, bud.
Innuendos aside, Vash allows himself to lean heavily into that touch. Those rough hands do wonders in sending little thrills across the Independent's skin. Despite the warmth of the water, gooseflesh rise up wherever those fingers go, followed by that whole body leaning into him. It's unlike a very enthusiastic cat taking a pet — he practically topples over with the force of his lean.]
Hey, I ain't gonna be offended if you still wanna "finish me off".
[The innuendo is not lost on him, whether Vash realizes it or not, sorry!
But for ONCE, Wolfwood isn't actively trying to make poor Vash's affliction worse. Instead, he's treating him carefully, gentle as he accepts his weight as he leans into him. He's able to easily stay on his feet despite the slippery tile floor suggesting otherwise, his fingers moving from his neck down to his shoulders as he makes his way down his right side first. He's aware that his prosthetic is waterproof, but that doesn't change the fact he isn't sure he should be getting it all soapy. ...then again, Vash himself just soaped it up, so maybe he's worried for nothing. Hm.
And despite all of Vash's own flaws, from the scars to the parts of him that are no longer even organic, metal bits haphazardly slapped on to keep him stitched together in a pinch, Wolfwood traces each with his fingertips reverently, so close now that they're almost touching, chest-to-chest. He brings one hand up underneath Vash's pec (the one with the nipple), washing over it while giving it a more than deliberate squeeze, okay that one was on purpose sue him-]
Oh, Lord. What did a sinner like me do to deserve being graced with such a beautiful specimen as this?
[He growls those words, deep in the air between them.]
[If Vash takes issue with his prosthetic being soaped up, he doesn't vocalize it. He's too busy scowling down at Wolfwood for his little quips. Yes, it was the Independent's fault for lining up the clear shot, but the least he could ask for is a little bit of resistance. Just what is he supposed to do — start laughing.
The only thing that saves him from just that is the way those hands move across his skin. His eyes close for just a second, allowing himself to well and truly enjoy the gentle caresses without doubting if his battered, broken body was worthy of the attention. Like this, he can pretend he's normal. Put together. Worth touching.
— and then he squawks as loud as he can, jaw practically unhinging in its offense, as Wolfwood honks his tit.]
Nick, you -
[The "anger" doesn't last, not when he's forced to reconcile that stricken glance, or reckon with the timbre of the voice that follows.]
You - can't go talkin' to me like that. You're gonna make me weak in the knees! Do you want me to fall over?
Haah? What's the problem? I'll catch you if you fall, baby.
[That's what he's here for! He says as he unabashedly rubs his thumb along the underside of that pec, careful not to touch the metal grate there too much because honestly he has no idea if it hurts Vash at all for it to be there.]
I'm your guardian angel. Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you while I'm around.
[He's going to die. He's going to pass out and perish right here and now. Between his words and the thumb stroking over his skin, Vash is practically helpless. He shudders hard enough to stumble, barely catching himself on Wolfwood himself.]
Gimme the soap. [His voice is low. Distracted.] Let me finish - [A sigh.] Clean your legs before you start sweeping me off my feet, okay?
[And sure enough, Wolfwood is right there to prevent him from busting his ass on the tile. Not that he can take all the credit for simply being here, of course.
At Vash's request, he'll pass the soap over to him, at least managing to do it without dropping and losing it down the drain or something.]
Yeah yeah, alright. No promises I'll make it, though.
[Vash's only response, at least at first, is a roll of the eyes and a sharp scoff. He thinks that maybe, maybe he shouldn't dignify this with a response. However, as he fully lathers his hands and kneels down between Wolfwood's legs, he does manage to grouse:]
If you can't handle just being touched, then I definitely overestimated you.
[And just to punctuate the sentence, he reaches around and grabs a handful of Wolfwood's ass. He plays it off as casual as possible, dragging his soap covered hands down his thighs immediately after (especially if it means steadying poor Wolfwood). The grin on his lips says it was absolutely intentional, though.]
[Haha, oh Vash. Have you ever wanted to hear Wolfwood yelp before? Because that's just what happens when he suddenly feels Vash copping a feel, an "accidental" one his ASS-
He manages to not, like, fall the fuck over by putting his hands on Vash's shoulders, brows knitting together as he brings one hand up to (lightly) bonk the top of Vash's head, right in the middle of those stupid blonde locks.]
[Vash says it through a very toothy grin. Said grin lingers on his lips as he works his way down one leg. Suds be damned, he will allow himself one kiss to the thigh before moving on to the other side.
Which, speaking of thighs, those are getting special attention. He isn't trying to get Wolfwood worked up. He just wants to take care of the sticky, waxy mess still left in Vash's own wake.]
[Vash is the one who was struggling, after all. Wolfwood is merely a victim of having the goofiness turned around on him. How dare Vash.
Even with the brief shift in mood, Wolfwood...never stopped being interested, in all honesty. He figures he's still very solidly in the honeymoon phase with Vash, but even then...it makes him want to do everything with the guy. So when he feels him kissing his inner thighs, it pulls a low gasp from Wolfwood above him, one hand moving from his shoulder to caress the side of his hair as if to apologize for bonking him.
Anyway, yeah. If Vash was feeling left out at all, he shouldn't. Wolfwood has a semi and it's not like he can exactly hide it-]
[Vash's mouth should not water the way it does, the second he spots Wolfwood's semi-erect state. He licks his lips without thinking about it, head briefly angling toward it, all before he gets the sense to pull back. It doesn't keep him from tilting his head upward, shooting a half-lidded glance up at the man.
How quickly his mind seemed to shift, though Vash supposes he understands why. It's different when they're face to face like this. It's like he had said, the more mutual beneficial angle was far more enjoyable for him. It felt good to do something for Wolfwood, instead of rutting against him for his own gain.
Which... gives him an idea, now that he's thinking about it.]
Can we try something? It's probably a really bad idea that's going to get one of us killed, but...
[He stands up, then leans back against the wall. He pushes himself up on his toes, then props a foot on the rim of the tub in an effort to offer a better angle.]
[Can't wait to roll to see which of them cracks their head on the tile trying to fuck in the shower first-]
Oh boy.
[Wolfwood mutters through his teeth the moment Vash suggests that they may die but, hey, when has that ever stopped them before?
He watches as he repositions himself, standing in such a way that they'll both still be hit by the water no matter what nefarious things they're using the shower for. It should keep them clean at least, should they end up making another mess. Wolfwood sees what he's doing, and god seeing him spread like that again is making it hard for him not to want to just bury his face between his knees, but that's not the goal here. He swallows visibly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as his eyes slide up to look at Vash directly.]
...so, just so we're on the same page here. You want me to fuck you up against the wall, right?
[From the way Vash is Presenting, he seems to be asking for as much. Less Vash rutting against his ass, and more the two of them actually having sex proper.]
Exactly. [Vash's head dips almost shyly. His gaze remains locked on Wolfwood, however, glancing up through half-lidded eyes as his tongue darts across his lips. Even just being spread like this and pinned beneath Wolfwood's gaze is doing something for him. His length is almost fully extended now, curling just slightly as if reaching out to beckon the other man closer.]
If you want, I mean. [His head does lift, just a hint. He wants to be sure, triply so perhaps, that this is something that Wolfwood wants too.] Figure it keeps us both clean, and I can see you, so...
[He reaches a hand out, angling to cradle Wolfwood's jaw. He thumbs lightly over his lips, but doesn't dare try to draw him any closer. He won't do so until he has Nick's explicit permission to do so.]
[Wolfwood...clicks his tongue, sputtering on a laugh as he pretty much immediately enters Vash's space the moment he understands just what he wants, leaning his head into the curve of the other's palm like a cat vying for pets.]
Are you kidding? You don't even have to ask.
[He appreciates it, but...like. There's not going to be a world in which Wolfwood isn't dtf, not unless he's in a really piss poor mood or actively dying or something, neither of which are happening right now. Honestly, he's been more concerned about Vash than himself, but judging by his own erect cock...he doesn't have to wonder anymore.
Wolfwood braces himself carefully against the floor to minimize the chances of slipping, pressing his hips flush with Vash without entering him right away, mostly because he wants to rut their cocks together for a moment. It'll be happening plenty, granted, but he can't help but want to tease a little too.]
You're right, though. I like bein' able to see you too.
[He mutters, reaching out to rest his hands along Vash's narrow waist.]
[A soft, almost imperceptible "there you are" is breathed out as soon as Wolfwood pushes into his hand. He draws his face closer, shifting just enough that their foreheads can press together. They must be quite a sight, two wet-cat looking men staring into each other's eyes.
It's the stuff of stupid romances, really.]
I do have to. [He'll be insistent on this one.] Just how I am. You know that.
[His body trembles beneath that touch, part of him straining forward for more contact, while the rest tries to remain relaxed and reduce the odds of slipping. His cock obviously hadn't gotten the memo on remaining still, though, judging by the way it partially curls around Wolfwood. Even the casual friction and pressure from his partner's dick seemed to be doing it for him, judging both by the excessive amounts of sap now trickling from him, and by the whimpers leaving Vash's mouth.]
Speak for yourself, needle-noggin...you're gonna give me a new kink over here.
[Read: Vash already has. He did that a while ago actually, and now Wolfwood is pretty sure he's been ruined for life. He won't be able to get off ever again without thinking about Vash and his stupid partially-prehensile dick. Ugh. It does not help that he's noticed how it can sort of curl around him while he's inside Vash, and if that doesn't drive him absolutely insane nothing else would-
He isn't going to simply tease Vash forever though. They've both been waiting for a while now, and since Wolfwood is confident that Vash is doing better mentally- he asked for this himself, after all- he's not going to hesitate in reaching for the base of himself so he can carefully line up the tip with that slick entrance, then once he has the tip pressed against the folds, he'll use the edge of his thumb to pull him open just that much more to make entering him seamless.
It's...almost embarrassing how easy he goes in. He actually has to force himself not to plunge in all the way to the hilt immediately, a startled laugh of a sound escaping him as his other hand quickly flies back up to grab Vash's shoulder for a moment.]
Jesus...you'd better not let me fall.
[Wolfwood said, his cock half-in, half-out of Vash-]
[With Wolfwood's forward motion, Vash's cock has no choice but to slide backward, wrapping as best as it can around his base. It's just as well, given the way it seems to pull him forward, encouraging the slide all the more.
Half on instinct, half as a result of Wolfwood's own efforts, Vash's arm quickly sweeps upward to catch his shoulder. He keeps it wrapped around, not quite secure, but close enough to be so should the need arise. It just gives him more leverage to keep their faces close, his breath spilling over Wolfwood's face as he breathes out.]
I've got you, Nick. Won't let you fall. [His words are distracted, but they're no less genuine. The adoration runs just as deep as his loyalty was. If Wolfwood won't let him fall, then neither will Vash. They'll hold each other up no matter what.]
God, you feel so good.
[Even half in, the stretch is a pleasant one. He isn't the type to be so fanciful usually, but his brain can't help but think that maybe their bodies were made for each other. It's the only way to describe how easily they fit together.]
[Once Wolfwood is assured of the fact he isn't going to slip and crack his skull open on the edge of the tub, he'll keep that steep angle and finish hilting himself inside Vash, exhaling on a deep moan that conveys this mutual feeling of god, finally. He'd been aching to sink back into that wet heat, and now that he and Vash are connected and close, he doesn't want to pull away. Hell, he won't, keeping their hips flush for now as he settles with a slow grind, his hand coming down so he can thumb at the tip of Vash's cock teasingly.]
So do you. Hate to tell ya, but I think I might be getting addicted.
[He says this while playfully nipping at Vash's lips, eyes glinting behind his lashes. It's rare to see his eyes like this at all actually, normally hidden behind his sunglasses as they are.]
[That slow, lasting grind might be even more tantalizing than actively being thrusted into. The extended contact, paired with the encompassing fullness, almost makes his mouth water and his eyes roll back in his head. A small noise leaves him, all pleasure and satisfaction summed up in one. He's perfect. Nicholas D. Wolfwood is perfect, and Vash is a damn lucky man to have him between his legs.]
You want me to - mm - apologize for getting - [A giggle sputters out of him, one that he muffles as he leans forward to bury his face against the crook of Wolfwood's neck.] A-dick-ted?
[He presses a kiss to the skin beneath his mouth. Then another. On the third, he lets himself bite down, then shifts his lip to suck against the small mark he's left. It's going to to be hopelessly obvious, given Wolfwood's usual attire.]
Wolfwood...reaches up his hand to grab Vash by the back of his hair, tugging on it enough to jerk his head back a bit. Lightly, it's not enough to hurt, but it's also Purposeful.]
Actually, maybe I oughta just shut you up...
[He can think of several ways to do that, and once Vash is done sucking a mark into his neck, Wolfwood will use that grip he has in his hair to pull him back up for a bruising kiss. He licks his way into it, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip, tracing the edge of his teeth just briefly before parting once again, slowly turning that grind into a brief, jackrabbit-fast pistoning of his hips before he abruptly stops and goes back to grinding again.]
[Any other complaints he might have had are cut off by that brutal kiss. It hurts, but only in the best of ways. It leaves his mouth aching, even as it also aches for more, too. He does his best to respond, but his own mouth can only be convinced to respond with gentleness. Outright biting and drawing blood is best left to others.
He isn't complaining about it happening to him, far from it. Nor does he complain about the sudden change to a brutal pace.]
Hell, Nick, please - [His jaw drops, mouth wide open as he bounces with the force. He wriggles his hips against Wolfwood as he slows, trying to draw the friction out once more.]
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Eventually, though, he does rise up for the time being. He takes Wolfwood's face into his hands and pulls him into a brief kiss. He can't help it, when he feels about ready to burst with his adoration.]
Don't push it, buddy. [He scolds when they part. There's no venom to his words, though they do trail into a yelp as Wolfwood does, indeed, push it. The shiver that follows is a bodily one. It seems to deeply affect him despite everything, especially given the way his sinuous length — mostly retracted now — seems to abruptly stand at at least partial attention.]
Nick!
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It doesn't help when he decides to kiss him like that, which prompts Wolfwood to return the favor, a smirk on his lips even long after they part from one another. Vash's lips are sweet, even when they're giving him a warning. His plan had been to chase him down for another kiss before he could say anything else, but, well...
That smirk turns from easygoing to downright devilish, when he sees something shift out of the corner of his eye.]
Mmm you called...?
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He knows when that gaze shifts, though, can practically feel the heat of it raking down his body. He shies back solely out of shyness, rather than apprehension. A faint whimper grows at the back of his throat, while a very self-conscious heat rises on his cheeks and spreads down the span of his neck.]
You can't talk to me like that. You'll get me all worked up again! [The chiding note in his voice has diminished greatly, as if the fight he puts up is solely to say that he did resist, even if he clearly doesn't want to.]
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[He means that, honest! In fact, he'll prove it to Vash by reaching for the soap that he'd placed down earlier, lathering up his own hands with it. It doesn't take long to get a good amount of suds going, to which he'll carefully place both soapy hands along either side of Vash's neck.]
Here. Lemme clean you up, before anythin' else happens.
[Having Wolfwood's hands roving all over his body sure as hell is NOT going to help Vash's current predicament but hey, at least he'll no longer be sticky?
He'll also tilt his head a little bit, trying to look into Vash's eyes.]
...s'that okay?
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You distracted me before I could finish you off.
[Phrasing, bud.
Innuendos aside, Vash allows himself to lean heavily into that touch. Those rough hands do wonders in sending little thrills across the Independent's skin. Despite the warmth of the water, gooseflesh rise up wherever those fingers go, followed by that whole body leaning into him. It's unlike a very enthusiastic cat taking a pet — he practically topples over with the force of his lean.]
Feels good.
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[The innuendo is not lost on him, whether Vash realizes it or not, sorry!
But for ONCE, Wolfwood isn't actively trying to make poor Vash's affliction worse. Instead, he's treating him carefully, gentle as he accepts his weight as he leans into him. He's able to easily stay on his feet despite the slippery tile floor suggesting otherwise, his fingers moving from his neck down to his shoulders as he makes his way down his right side first. He's aware that his prosthetic is waterproof, but that doesn't change the fact he isn't sure he should be getting it all soapy. ...then again, Vash himself just soaped it up, so maybe he's worried for nothing. Hm.
And despite all of Vash's own flaws, from the scars to the parts of him that are no longer even organic, metal bits haphazardly slapped on to keep him stitched together in a pinch, Wolfwood traces each with his fingertips reverently, so close now that they're almost touching, chest-to-chest. He brings one hand up underneath Vash's pec (the one with the nipple), washing over it while giving it a more than deliberate squeeze, okay that one was on purpose sue him-]
Oh, Lord. What did a sinner like me do to deserve being graced with such a beautiful specimen as this?
[He growls those words, deep in the air between them.]
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The only thing that saves him from just that is the way those hands move across his skin. His eyes close for just a second, allowing himself to well and truly enjoy the gentle caresses without doubting if his battered, broken body was worthy of the attention. Like this, he can pretend he's normal. Put together. Worth touching.
— and then he squawks as loud as he can, jaw practically unhinging in its offense, as Wolfwood honks his tit.]
Nick, you -
[The "anger" doesn't last, not when he's forced to reconcile that stricken glance, or reckon with the timbre of the voice that follows.]
You - can't go talkin' to me like that. You're gonna make me weak in the knees! Do you want me to fall over?
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[That's what he's here for! He says as he unabashedly rubs his thumb along the underside of that pec, careful not to touch the metal grate there too much because honestly he has no idea if it hurts Vash at all for it to be there.]
I'm your guardian angel. Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you while I'm around.
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Gimme the soap. [His voice is low. Distracted.] Let me finish - [A sigh.] Clean your legs before you start sweeping me off my feet, okay?
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At Vash's request, he'll pass the soap over to him, at least managing to do it without dropping and losing it down the drain or something.]
Yeah yeah, alright. No promises I'll make it, though.
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If you can't handle just being touched, then I definitely overestimated you.
[And just to punctuate the sentence, he reaches around and grabs a handful of Wolfwood's ass. He plays it off as casual as possible, dragging his soap covered hands down his thighs immediately after (especially if it means steadying poor Wolfwood). The grin on his lips says it was absolutely intentional, though.]
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He manages to not, like, fall the fuck over by putting his hands on Vash's shoulders, brows knitting together as he brings one hand up to (lightly) bonk the top of Vash's head, right in the middle of those stupid blonde locks.]
Oi, watch those hands...!
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[Vash says it through a very toothy grin. Said grin lingers on his lips as he works his way down one leg. Suds be damned, he will allow himself one kiss to the thigh before moving on to the other side.
Which, speaking of thighs, those are getting special attention. He isn't trying to get Wolfwood worked up. He just wants to take care of the sticky, waxy mess still left in Vash's own wake.]
Feel better?
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[Vash is the one who was struggling, after all. Wolfwood is merely a victim of having the goofiness turned around on him. How dare Vash.
Even with the brief shift in mood, Wolfwood...never stopped being interested, in all honesty. He figures he's still very solidly in the honeymoon phase with Vash, but even then...it makes him want to do everything with the guy. So when he feels him kissing his inner thighs, it pulls a low gasp from Wolfwood above him, one hand moving from his shoulder to caress the side of his hair as if to apologize for bonking him.
Anyway, yeah. If Vash was feeling left out at all, he shouldn't. Wolfwood has a semi and it's not like he can exactly hide it-]
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How quickly his mind seemed to shift, though Vash supposes he understands why. It's different when they're face to face like this. It's like he had said, the more mutual beneficial angle was far more enjoyable for him. It felt good to do something for Wolfwood, instead of rutting against him for his own gain.
Which... gives him an idea, now that he's thinking about it.]
Can we try something? It's probably a really bad idea that's going to get one of us killed, but...
[He stands up, then leans back against the wall. He pushes himself up on his toes, then props a foot on the rim of the tub in an effort to offer a better angle.]
Can we try like this, maybe?
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Oh boy.
[Wolfwood mutters through his teeth the moment Vash suggests that they may die but, hey, when has that ever stopped them before?
He watches as he repositions himself, standing in such a way that they'll both still be hit by the water no matter what nefarious things they're using the shower for. It should keep them clean at least, should they end up making another mess. Wolfwood sees what he's doing, and god seeing him spread like that again is making it hard for him not to want to just bury his face between his knees, but that's not the goal here. He swallows visibly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as his eyes slide up to look at Vash directly.]
...so, just so we're on the same page here. You want me to fuck you up against the wall, right?
[From the way Vash is Presenting, he seems to be asking for as much. Less Vash rutting against his ass, and more the two of them actually having sex proper.]
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If you want, I mean. [His head does lift, just a hint. He wants to be sure, triply so perhaps, that this is something that Wolfwood wants too.] Figure it keeps us both clean, and I can see you, so...
[He reaches a hand out, angling to cradle Wolfwood's jaw. He thumbs lightly over his lips, but doesn't dare try to draw him any closer. He won't do so until he has Nick's explicit permission to do so.]
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Are you kidding? You don't even have to ask.
[He appreciates it, but...like. There's not going to be a world in which Wolfwood isn't dtf, not unless he's in a really piss poor mood or actively dying or something, neither of which are happening right now. Honestly, he's been more concerned about Vash than himself, but judging by his own erect cock...he doesn't have to wonder anymore.
Wolfwood braces himself carefully against the floor to minimize the chances of slipping, pressing his hips flush with Vash without entering him right away, mostly because he wants to rut their cocks together for a moment. It'll be happening plenty, granted, but he can't help but want to tease a little too.]
You're right, though. I like bein' able to see you too.
[He mutters, reaching out to rest his hands along Vash's narrow waist.]
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It's the stuff of stupid romances, really.]
I do have to. [He'll be insistent on this one.] Just how I am. You know that.
[His body trembles beneath that touch, part of him straining forward for more contact, while the rest tries to remain relaxed and reduce the odds of slipping. His cock obviously hadn't gotten the memo on remaining still, though, judging by the way it partially curls around Wolfwood. Even the casual friction and pressure from his partner's dick seemed to be doing it for him, judging both by the excessive amounts of sap now trickling from him, and by the whimpers leaving Vash's mouth.]
You already feel good, Nick....
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[Read: Vash already has. He did that a while ago actually, and now Wolfwood is pretty sure he's been ruined for life. He won't be able to get off ever again without thinking about Vash and his stupid partially-prehensile dick. Ugh. It does not help that he's noticed how it can sort of curl around him while he's inside Vash, and if that doesn't drive him absolutely insane nothing else would-
He isn't going to simply tease Vash forever though. They've both been waiting for a while now, and since Wolfwood is confident that Vash is doing better mentally- he asked for this himself, after all- he's not going to hesitate in reaching for the base of himself so he can carefully line up the tip with that slick entrance, then once he has the tip pressed against the folds, he'll use the edge of his thumb to pull him open just that much more to make entering him seamless.
It's...almost embarrassing how easy he goes in. He actually has to force himself not to plunge in all the way to the hilt immediately, a startled laugh of a sound escaping him as his other hand quickly flies back up to grab Vash's shoulder for a moment.]
Jesus...you'd better not let me fall.
[Wolfwood said, his cock half-in, half-out of Vash-]
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Half on instinct, half as a result of Wolfwood's own efforts, Vash's arm quickly sweeps upward to catch his shoulder. He keeps it wrapped around, not quite secure, but close enough to be so should the need arise. It just gives him more leverage to keep their faces close, his breath spilling over Wolfwood's face as he breathes out.]
I've got you, Nick. Won't let you fall. [His words are distracted, but they're no less genuine. The adoration runs just as deep as his loyalty was. If Wolfwood won't let him fall, then neither will Vash. They'll hold each other up no matter what.]
God, you feel so good.
[Even half in, the stretch is a pleasant one. He isn't the type to be so fanciful usually, but his brain can't help but think that maybe their bodies were made for each other. It's the only way to describe how easily they fit together.]
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So do you. Hate to tell ya, but I think I might be getting addicted.
[He says this while playfully nipping at Vash's lips, eyes glinting behind his lashes. It's rare to see his eyes like this at all actually, normally hidden behind his sunglasses as they are.]
You plan on taking responsibility for that?
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You want me to - mm - apologize for getting - [A giggle sputters out of him, one that he muffles as he leans forward to bury his face against the crook of Wolfwood's neck.] A-dick-ted?
[He presses a kiss to the skin beneath his mouth. Then another. On the third, he lets himself bite down, then shifts his lip to suck against the small mark he's left. It's going to to be hopelessly obvious, given Wolfwood's usual attire.]
Why would I deny it? I like you like this.
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Wolfwood...reaches up his hand to grab Vash by the back of his hair, tugging on it enough to jerk his head back a bit. Lightly, it's not enough to hurt, but it's also Purposeful.]
Actually, maybe I oughta just shut you up...
[He can think of several ways to do that, and once Vash is done sucking a mark into his neck, Wolfwood will use that grip he has in his hair to pull him back up for a bruising kiss. He licks his way into it, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip, tracing the edge of his teeth just briefly before parting once again, slowly turning that grind into a brief, jackrabbit-fast pistoning of his hips before he abruptly stops and goes back to grinding again.]
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[Any other complaints he might have had are cut off by that brutal kiss. It hurts, but only in the best of ways. It leaves his mouth aching, even as it also aches for more, too. He does his best to respond, but his own mouth can only be convinced to respond with gentleness. Outright biting and drawing blood is best left to others.
He isn't complaining about it happening to him, far from it. Nor does he complain about the sudden change to a brutal pace.]
Hell, Nick, please - [His jaw drops, mouth wide open as he bounces with the force. He wriggles his hips against Wolfwood as he slows, trying to draw the friction out once more.]
Don't — mmn — tease me -
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