[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.]
[Nick suddenly growls in reply, their breath mingling as he turns his gaze back to Vash, their eyes meeting under the spray of the shower. He hasn't stopped entirely at least, but he's definitely back to that agonizing slow grind, one that hits Vash deep without actually hitting him deep.]
[It's such a tease! He feels Wolfwood get so close to where he needs him, but he never manages to hit that vital point. Even his cock, which does its best to wrap around his partner's base and keep him from going too far, can't direct him to where he needs to be.]
Please - C'mon, Nick, give it to me.
[He grinds his own hips down, trying to chase it for himself. He might be asking nicely, but he sure isn't behaving.]
[He can't help it. It's hard not to want to tease a little, when Vash is so receptive and vocal in response to it. It pulls a low laugh from Wolfwood as he smooths his hand through Vash's damp hair, pressing a few apologetic kisses to the bridge of his nose. Yeah, he isn't behaving, but he thinks he likes that. It's hot when Vash disobeys and takes things that he wants without permission. He thinks he should do that more, actually-]
Alright. Since you asked so nicely.
[Just don't think you'll get it gently, Vash. Because now that that particular threshold has been crossed...Wolfwood starts thrusting into him again, this time with real purpose. He presses Vash against the cold tile with the effort, his chest heaving as he sinks audibly into that slick heat with every roll of his hips.]
[It's a filthy, carnal noise that fills the air, one Vash doesn't hesitate to join in with. His head lolls back as best as it can against the tile. Each thrust draws out a deep, keening noise, practically a wail as Wolfwood finds that perfect spot. He's merciless, which is only to be expected considering everything. And it's exactly what he wants.
The connection, and the pleasure that comes from it is only deepened as Vash lifts his leg and curls it around Wolfwood's waist. It keeps his partner that much more secure, while Vash opens himself up that much further.]
Just like that, Nick. Nick-! [It becomes a half-wailed chant as his pleasure builds. His fingers tighten against Wolfwood's shoulders, both clinging and trying to convey a message. He's close, dangerously so.]
[It's flattering, genuinely, that he can feel Vash spiraling towards orgasm this soon. Though, perhaps its disingenuous to say it's soon when they tried to fuck a minute ago, but it didn't work. This though...this is working just fine.
God, Vash is so fucking hot. Hearing him, and how desperate he sounds moaning out his pleasure, is intoxicating for Wolfwood. He wasn't lying when he said that he was starting to become addicted to this, because he's pretty sure now that if they don't make banging at least a semi-regular event, he's going to have withdrawals or something, and he personally hasn't had sex in years. He can't imagine how much of an experience it must be for Vash, who hasn't had it for an actual century. Now he's being filled up to the brim and then some, if Wolfwood has anything to say about it.
He moves at a rapid clip, seeking less to draw this out now, and more to work them both to release. He's certain he's got plenty enough of a load left to satisfy Vash after all, and judging by the way the Independent is keeping them glued together, he likely doesn't want him to pull out for it. So, fine. If Vash wants to be filled like a jelly donut, be his guest-!
Now...they are not on terribly even ground here. They are still standing on tile. It is slippery and wet, and Vash has suddenly moved his leg off the tub and has instead wrapped it around Wolfwood's waist. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. They're both sturdy, Vash is leaning back against the wall and has his arms on Wolfwood, it's all fine. Wolfwood might be moving at a fast clip, but it's not an unsustainable one.
But I also rolled a 4, which means the gods aren't looking down at Wolfwood right now with kindness. They look on with maliciousness.
There is a patch of soapy residue on the tub floor that hasn't yet been washed away, completely beyond Wolfwood's notice, that the ball of his foot starts to inch into as his pace quickens. He's getting close too, spiraling fast towards that blissful release, so he isn't paying enough attention. He can feel himself rising to the peak alongside Vash, panting in his ear, breathing heavy against the side of his neck-
Until his foot catches that spot, and his leg completely slips backwards out from under him. It happens so quickly he doesn't even have the time to curse his misfortune. He just...starts to fall backwards, with just his left arm hooked around Vash in a way that suggests he may very well be about to pull them both to the ground.]
[It shold only take just a few more thrusts for Vash to reach that blissful edge. His eyes close, while his body begins to tense with the coiling pleasure within his gut. Each breath comes quicker and more desperate than the last, panting Wolfwood's name and every term of endearment in the book.
It should have been the perfect ending to the evening. And yet -
Well. It's a good thing that Vash is so perceptive, even lost in the sauce as he is. They are also both very, very lucky that Vash rolled a 20. He's able to quickly throw his leg back down, stepping not into the tub, but onto the ground outside of it. It's a bit of a stretch, but the solid ground gives him a better base with which to act.
His next step is to tighten his grip around Wolfwood in kind, pulling him back up so that their chests are flush. His eyes are wild, not just from how fucked out he is, but the adrenaline that comes from a barely avoided disaster. He stares at Nick for a handful of seconds before thunking their foreheads together.]
[It's genuinely one of the scariest moments of Wolfwood's life, and he's been shot before. He's 100% certain he's about to crack his skull open on the edge of the tub here, probably dying instantly still buried in his boyfriend. It wouldn't be the worst possible death, but it would be the most embarrassing one.
Suffice it to say, he isn't expecting Vash to save it. He probably should- he's seen Vash dodge being shot point blank, among other things- but it happens so suddenly it doesn't occur to him in that moment. One moment, he's free falling, and the next he feels cool metal wrapped around his back keeping him supported just before Vash yanks him back to his feet fully, chest-to-chest with Wolfwood somehow not having pulled out through all of it.
...his face is practically glowing red at that comment, and for a moment he can't speak, only sputter.]
Ff-ffuck off!!
[He is going to fuck you within an inch of your life, fuck you-
Which can only happen thanks to Vash, so. Honestly, he should be praised, even as Wolfwood surges forward and keeps fucking into him like he was never stopped in the first place.]
[He doesn't have the chance to catch his breath. He doesn't have the chance to protest. In one second, he's swallowing and willing his heart to slow down. In the next, he feels his body absolutely soaring as pleasure crashes through him. Whatever pleasure that had abated in the wake of disaster immediately comes crashing in like a wave.
Vash his helpless to the tide.
It doesn't take much longer than that. He adjusts his body enough to leave himself spread open, albeit much more balanced for the both of them. He cranes his head enough to press their foreheads together, while his fingers find themselves gripping against Wolfwood's skin tightly.
And then he feels himself break. His body goes limp abruptly, knees threatening to sag beneath his weight. They'll be lucky if they survive yet another fall in the tub, only this time Vash is completely out of commission when it comes to catching Wolfwood..
The mess is... admittedly, significantly reduced, considering just how spent he already is. It's still a damn good thing they're in the shower, despite whatever accident may or may not have just occurred.]
[Sorry, Vash. There is no hanging on. There is no stopping. Wolfwood is fucking you even with this awkward angle yall have adopted, and he doesn't even consider stopping until he feels Vash's body start to convulse around him with the telltale signs of another orgasm, or the way he cries out his name so desperate and breathless that there's really no room for anything else. That is what he's been vying for this entire time, even before they had that hiccup inbetween.
He just wants Vash to feel good. He thinks he deserves to, more than most people. It's just helped along by the fact that when Vash feels good, so does Wolfwood.
He'd daresay he feels the best like this, actually.
Mere seconds after he feels Vash shooting off against his stomach, he spills over deep inside of him once more, pressing his forehead against his and moaning on a deep exhalation of Vash's name. Likewise, there's not as much as the first time, or even the second, but it doesn't matter. He can still feel the wet heat as it fills Vash up, and he continues to fuck him through it even when things get messy. It doesn't matter, not when the water is quickly whisking it all away.
When things start to become oversensitive, he slows down. Wolfwood shifts back just a fraction, so he can look up at Vash with a sort of smug defiance before he catches his lips in another kiss.]
[Would Vash be forgiven, if the faintest strand of drool had pooled down the side of his cheek. At some point, he'd lolled his head back and given up any semblance of control. His body still spasms with the occasional jolt of pleasure. Each breath comes heavy and noisily, each puff rife with the pleasure that still flows through him.
It's hard to say if he rolls his eyes, or if his eyes roll back into his head as Wolfwood draws him into the kiss. He responds, of course, but it's slow and clumsy. Any lingering energy in his body had swiftly been drained by that final round. Before long, he dips out of the kiss in favor of nuzzling himself against Wolfwood's shoulder.]
I - [He inhales slowly, trying to steady himself.] I love you, Wolfwood. 'n not just because you just - [He starts laughing, little more than rapid puffs of air.] Scrambled my guts.
[Honestly? Probably, because that would only inflate Wolfwood's ego even more. Imagine being able to say you're the guy who was able to make a Plant cum so hard they practically phased into another dimension? That's got to be, like, a superhuman ability or something.
Or, perhaps, Vash is just easy. It could be that too.
It's not like Wolfwood isn't in a similar position, struggling to keep his legs from giving out underneath him as his body is wracked with pleasure. It definitely would have been smarter to be in bed for this, but...fuck it. They'll be able to finish washing up and then just pass out after this, so who cares?
Either way, when Vash says that...Wolfwood snorts on a mixture between a groan and a laugh.]
Dunno how much I believe that...but I love you too, needle-noggin. Better get used to that feeling.
[Call it a little of Column A, a little of Column B. Vash is inexperienced, and it makes everything seem thunderous as a result. Wolfwood, on the other hand, knows plenty of tricks to keep Vash winded and dizzied.]
S'true. I'll say it again in the morning, just to prove it. And every morning after.
[Where Wolfwood toys with and teases Vash, the poor man can't help but be painfully earnest in kind. He smiles against the other man's shoulders, squeezing him just that little bit tighter, as he feels those teeth flash against his ear.]
Easy, I don't think I can handle another round.
[Already, his body feels so heavy. He wants nothing more than to tumble into bed and spend the rest of their night like that.]
[The mind is willing, but the body- after so many years of disuse- is not. Still, that doesn't stop him from letting out one last good moan as he pulls himself free from Vash, just at the last moment. He's not sure he's ever going to tire of that feeling, even now that he's finally gone soft.]
C'mon, let's get washed up...again. Then we can go lay down.
[If Wolfwood were asked, he'd swear up and down he's not a cuddler. He doesn't do that.
But the moment they hit that bed...he is 100% going to be completely tangled up with Vash, no questions asked.]
Mm... [There's a long, drawn out sigh.] If you insist.
[Despite the lethargy seeping into his bones, Vash does make quick work of scrubbing the rest of himself down. And yes, he'll insist on handling himself this one time, solely because he doesn't want to deal with getting riled up by Wolfwood's hands again.
Eventually he seems satisfied by his efforts. He reaches for a towel, casting a glance back toward Wolfwood. Despite his earlier resolve to not get too worked up, does allow a brief glance over his nude form. One last thing to appreciate before they both head to bed.]
[Cute that Vash at all thinks that is going to be the last time he sees Wolfwood naked tonight. Even cuter that he thinks this man is going to put his clothes back on before getting into bed.
Yes, he IS that type, even when it's 0 degrees out apparently.
ANYWAY, Wolfwood gets himself washed with no issue (and mercifully without cracking his head oh the bathtub), grabbing another towel for himself so he can quickly scrub his hair mostly-dry, pat down the rest of himself, and then drape the towel around his shoulders as they head out of the steamed-up bathroom.]
[Likewise, Vash also keeps his towel over his shoulders. They made quite a mess in the bed, so it's probably better that they lay something down until they can get new sheets in. He's really gonna have to call in a few favors to Heimr, isn't he?
For now, he toddles back to the room. Unlike Wolfwood, Vash isn't entirely content sleeping in the nude. Which is exactly why she reaches for Wolfwood's discarded button up, draping it loosely over his shoulders and then fastening only the middle most button. He casts only a slightly coy glance over his shoulder before throwing the towel over the worst of the mess.
[Yeah, uh, sorry Heimr please don't think too hard about why they might be asking for spare sheets, thanks!!
Wolfwood, of course, watches with rapt attention as Vash grabs for his button-up without prompting, putting it on like it belongs to him. He huffs under his breath, a lightly incredulous sound, as he tosses his towel down alongside Vash's for good measure before he follows him to bed.]
You're liable to make me act up dressin' like that, asshole.
[Mr. Hangs Shadow Dong will see through any ruses they try to put forward, unfortunately. But it won't keep either of them from lying anyway.]
What? Is there a problem? [Vash flutters his lashes as he reaches for the covers, pulling them up and over both of their bodies. If Wolfwood can't see it, he can't get worked up, right? He's pretty sure it works like that.]
I'll be sure to keep that in mind for next time, though.
[FOR NOW...IT'S FINE...and Vash is lucky that they're both too fucked out for Wolfwood to do anything about it. He's far more interested in laying up close to Vash, immediately reaching one of his hands out so he can play with his damp hair.]
[He bumps his forehead against Wolfwood's with a fair bit of force. It's not nearly enough to hurt either of them — just enough to summarize his indignation.]
We finally put the stamp on our relationship, and that's what you have to say to me? I'm hurt!
[His flesh arm slides around Wolfwood, pulling himself that much closer. Clearly he's very annoyed.]
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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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[Nick suddenly growls in reply, their breath mingling as he turns his gaze back to Vash, their eyes meeting under the spray of the shower. He hasn't stopped entirely at least, but he's definitely back to that agonizing slow grind, one that hits Vash deep without actually hitting him deep.]
Tell me how much you want it.
[He is still teasing sorry-]
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Please - C'mon, Nick, give it to me.
[He grinds his own hips down, trying to chase it for himself. He might be asking nicely, but he sure isn't behaving.]
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Alright. Since you asked so nicely.
[Just don't think you'll get it gently, Vash. Because now that that particular threshold has been crossed...Wolfwood starts thrusting into him again, this time with real purpose. He presses Vash against the cold tile with the effort, his chest heaving as he sinks audibly into that slick heat with every roll of his hips.]
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The connection, and the pleasure that comes from it is only deepened as Vash lifts his leg and curls it around Wolfwood's waist. It keeps his partner that much more secure, while Vash opens himself up that much further.]
Just like that, Nick. Nick-! [It becomes a half-wailed chant as his pleasure builds. His fingers tighten against Wolfwood's shoulders, both clinging and trying to convey a message. He's close, dangerously so.]
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God, Vash is so fucking hot. Hearing him, and how desperate he sounds moaning out his pleasure, is intoxicating for Wolfwood. He wasn't lying when he said that he was starting to become addicted to this, because he's pretty sure now that if they don't make banging at least a semi-regular event, he's going to have withdrawals or something, and he personally hasn't had sex in years. He can't imagine how much of an experience it must be for Vash, who hasn't had it for an actual century. Now he's being filled up to the brim and then some, if Wolfwood has anything to say about it.
He moves at a rapid clip, seeking less to draw this out now, and more to work them both to release. He's certain he's got plenty enough of a load left to satisfy Vash after all, and judging by the way the Independent is keeping them glued together, he likely doesn't want him to pull out for it. So, fine. If Vash wants to be filled like a jelly donut, be his guest-!
Now...they are not on terribly even ground here. They are still standing on tile. It is slippery and wet, and Vash has suddenly moved his leg off the tub and has instead wrapped it around Wolfwood's waist. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. They're both sturdy, Vash is leaning back against the wall and has his arms on Wolfwood, it's all fine. Wolfwood might be moving at a fast clip, but it's not an unsustainable one.
But I also rolled a 4, which means the gods aren't looking down at Wolfwood right now with kindness. They look on with maliciousness.
There is a patch of soapy residue on the tub floor that hasn't yet been washed away, completely beyond Wolfwood's notice, that the ball of his foot starts to inch into as his pace quickens. He's getting close too, spiraling fast towards that blissful release, so he isn't paying enough attention. He can feel himself rising to the peak alongside Vash, panting in his ear, breathing heavy against the side of his neck-
Until his foot catches that spot, and his leg completely slips backwards out from under him. It happens so quickly he doesn't even have the time to curse his misfortune. He just...starts to fall backwards, with just his left arm hooked around Vash in a way that suggests he may very well be about to pull them both to the ground.]
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It should have been the perfect ending to the evening. And yet -
Well. It's a good thing that Vash is so perceptive, even lost in the sauce as he is. They are also both very, very lucky that Vash rolled a 20. He's able to quickly throw his leg back down, stepping not into the tub, but onto the ground outside of it. It's a bit of a stretch, but the solid ground gives him a better base with which to act.
His next step is to tighten his grip around Wolfwood in kind, pulling him back up so that their chests are flush. His eyes are wild, not just from how fucked out he is, but the adrenaline that comes from a barely avoided disaster. He stares at Nick for a handful of seconds before thunking their foreheads together.]
W-who's the idiot now, Nick.
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Suffice it to say, he isn't expecting Vash to save it. He probably should- he's seen Vash dodge being shot point blank, among other things- but it happens so suddenly it doesn't occur to him in that moment. One moment, he's free falling, and the next he feels cool metal wrapped around his back keeping him supported just before Vash yanks him back to his feet fully, chest-to-chest with Wolfwood somehow not having pulled out through all of it.
...his face is practically glowing red at that comment, and for a moment he can't speak, only sputter.]
Ff-ffuck off!!
[He is going to fuck you within an inch of your life, fuck you-
Which can only happen thanks to Vash, so. Honestly, he should be praised, even as Wolfwood surges forward and keeps fucking into him like he was never stopped in the first place.]
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[He doesn't have the chance to catch his breath. He doesn't have the chance to protest. In one second, he's swallowing and willing his heart to slow down. In the next, he feels his body absolutely soaring as pleasure crashes through him. Whatever pleasure that had abated in the wake of disaster immediately comes crashing in like a wave.
Vash his helpless to the tide.
It doesn't take much longer than that. He adjusts his body enough to leave himself spread open, albeit much more balanced for the both of them. He cranes his head enough to press their foreheads together, while his fingers find themselves gripping against Wolfwood's skin tightly.
And then he feels himself break. His body goes limp abruptly, knees threatening to sag beneath his weight. They'll be lucky if they survive yet another fall in the tub, only this time Vash is completely out of commission when it comes to catching Wolfwood..
The mess is... admittedly, significantly reduced, considering just how spent he already is. It's still a damn good thing they're in the shower, despite whatever accident may or may not have just occurred.]
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He just wants Vash to feel good. He thinks he deserves to, more than most people. It's just helped along by the fact that when Vash feels good, so does Wolfwood.
He'd daresay he feels the best like this, actually.
Mere seconds after he feels Vash shooting off against his stomach, he spills over deep inside of him once more, pressing his forehead against his and moaning on a deep exhalation of Vash's name. Likewise, there's not as much as the first time, or even the second, but it doesn't matter. He can still feel the wet heat as it fills Vash up, and he continues to fuck him through it even when things get messy. It doesn't matter, not when the water is quickly whisking it all away.
When things start to become oversensitive, he slows down. Wolfwood shifts back just a fraction, so he can look up at Vash with a sort of smug defiance before he catches his lips in another kiss.]
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It's hard to say if he rolls his eyes, or if his eyes roll back into his head as Wolfwood draws him into the kiss. He responds, of course, but it's slow and clumsy. Any lingering energy in his body had swiftly been drained by that final round. Before long, he dips out of the kiss in favor of nuzzling himself against Wolfwood's shoulder.]
I - [He inhales slowly, trying to steady himself.] I love you, Wolfwood. 'n not just because you just - [He starts laughing, little more than rapid puffs of air.] Scrambled my guts.
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Or, perhaps, Vash is just easy. It could be that too.
It's not like Wolfwood isn't in a similar position, struggling to keep his legs from giving out underneath him as his body is wracked with pleasure. It definitely would have been smarter to be in bed for this, but...fuck it. They'll be able to finish washing up and then just pass out after this, so who cares?
Either way, when Vash says that...Wolfwood snorts on a mixture between a groan and a laugh.]
Dunno how much I believe that...but I love you too, needle-noggin. Better get used to that feeling.
[He adds with a sneer, right against Vash's ear.]
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S'true. I'll say it again in the morning, just to prove it. And every morning after.
[Where Wolfwood toys with and teases Vash, the poor man can't help but be painfully earnest in kind. He smiles against the other man's shoulders, squeezing him just that little bit tighter, as he feels those teeth flash against his ear.]
Easy, I don't think I can handle another round.
[Already, his body feels so heavy. He wants nothing more than to tumble into bed and spend the rest of their night like that.]
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[The mind is willing, but the body- after so many years of disuse- is not. Still, that doesn't stop him from letting out one last good moan as he pulls himself free from Vash, just at the last moment. He's not sure he's ever going to tire of that feeling, even now that he's finally gone soft.]
C'mon, let's get washed up...again. Then we can go lay down.
[If Wolfwood were asked, he'd swear up and down he's not a cuddler. He doesn't do that.
But the moment they hit that bed...he is 100% going to be completely tangled up with Vash, no questions asked.]
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[Despite the lethargy seeping into his bones, Vash does make quick work of scrubbing the rest of himself down. And yes, he'll insist on handling himself this one time, solely because he doesn't want to deal with getting riled up by Wolfwood's hands again.
Eventually he seems satisfied by his efforts. He reaches for a towel, casting a glance back toward Wolfwood. Despite his earlier resolve to not get too worked up, does allow a brief glance over his nude form. One last thing to appreciate before they both head to bed.]
Y'ready?
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Yes, he IS that type, even when it's 0 degrees out apparently.
ANYWAY, Wolfwood gets himself washed with no issue (and mercifully without cracking his head oh the bathtub), grabbing another towel for himself so he can quickly scrub his hair mostly-dry, pat down the rest of himself, and then drape the towel around his shoulders as they head out of the steamed-up bathroom.]
Ready.
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For now, he toddles back to the room. Unlike Wolfwood, Vash isn't entirely content sleeping in the nude. Which is exactly why she reaches for Wolfwood's discarded button up, draping it loosely over his shoulders and then fastening only the middle most button. He casts only a slightly coy glance over his shoulder before throwing the towel over the worst of the mess.
Then it's all about clambering into bed.]
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Wolfwood, of course, watches with rapt attention as Vash grabs for his button-up without prompting, putting it on like it belongs to him. He huffs under his breath, a lightly incredulous sound, as he tosses his towel down alongside Vash's for good measure before he follows him to bed.]
You're liable to make me act up dressin' like that, asshole.
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What? Is there a problem? [Vash flutters his lashes as he reaches for the covers, pulling them up and over both of their bodies. If Wolfwood can't see it, he can't get worked up, right? He's pretty sure it works like that.]
I'll be sure to keep that in mind for next time, though.
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[FOR NOW...IT'S FINE...and Vash is lucky that they're both too fucked out for Wolfwood to do anything about it. He's far more interested in laying up close to Vash, immediately reaching one of his hands out so he can play with his damp hair.]
You're so dumb. Your face is so dumb.
[He kisses his cheek as he says that.]
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[He bumps his forehead against Wolfwood's with a fair bit of force. It's not nearly enough to hurt either of them — just enough to summarize his indignation.]
We finally put the stamp on our relationship, and that's what you have to say to me? I'm hurt!
[His flesh arm slides around Wolfwood, pulling himself that much closer. Clearly he's very annoyed.]
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