[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.]
[For what it's worth, he takes it in stride. Their heads bonk together, and Wolfwood simply laughs about it, in a rare kind of good mood that means there's very little that could shake him out of it.]
What, did you expect anything different?
[He allows Vash to pull him in close, giving him the excuse he needed to press his face against the side of Vash's neck, tickling the skin there with his stubble.]
That's what I like about you. Your dumb puppydog face.
[Wolfwood just...says that, as easy as you please, even though Vash is looking at him with real tears in his eyes. He seems completely unbothered by the display, even as he closes the gap between them again so he can brush his lips along the bridge of Vash's nose.]
But that's what I love about you. You're cute as hell.
[Vash offers the most put-upon of sniffles, all ugly and withering.]
Only you could make something so rude sound so sweet.
[But the tears dry soon enough. And as much as he'd like to stare longingly into those eyes the entire night, it isn't long until a loud yawn rumbles through Vash. He stretches his gangly limbs out in every direction, before looping his arms around Wolfwood properly.]
Do I look like the kind of guy who fucks and bounces afterwards?
[Yes. You, in fact, do look like that kind of guy.
The way Vash's limbs stretch out over him is to be expected, prompting a sigh from Wolfwood that rattles through his whole frame before he settles again, letting his chin rest on top of Vash's head.]
[He can't think of the last time he's felt this comfortable. There's steady warmth beside him, while the fabric of Wolfwood's shirt feels soft against his skin. With every breath, he catches the acrid smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, along with every other scent that Wolfwood seemed to carry on him. Despite it all, it's far from unpleasant. And Vash feels perfectly at ease.
His eyes close, while his head angles just enough to rest above the dip in his collar bone. If he strains just hard enough, he can hear the steady thump of Wolfwood's heart. It's more than enough to lull him to sleep.]
[...god. He thinks Vash might be the only person who has ever thanked him for sex. But...
He knows better. That's not all he's thanking him for.
Vash won't be able to see it, but he might be able to feel the way Wolfwood smiles against his hair, pressing his lips there briefly before he settles once more.]
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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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What, did you expect anything different?
[He allows Vash to pull him in close, giving him the excuse he needed to press his face against the side of Vash's neck, tickling the skin there with his stubble.]
That's what I like about you. Your dumb puppydog face.
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You think I look dumb?
[He leans away from their embrace, lip wibbling away. Are those tears in his eyes too?]
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[Wolfwood just...says that, as easy as you please, even though Vash is looking at him with real tears in his eyes. He seems completely unbothered by the display, even as he closes the gap between them again so he can brush his lips along the bridge of Vash's nose.]
But that's what I love about you. You're cute as hell.
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Only you could make something so rude sound so sweet.
[But the tears dry soon enough. And as much as he'd like to stare longingly into those eyes the entire night, it isn't long until a loud yawn rumbles through Vash. He stretches his gangly limbs out in every direction, before looping his arms around Wolfwood properly.]
Better still be here when I wake up.
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[Yes. You, in fact, do look like that kind of guy.
The way Vash's limbs stretch out over him is to be expected, prompting a sigh from Wolfwood that rattles through his whole frame before he settles again, letting his chin rest on top of Vash's head.]
Go t'sleep, Vash.
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[He can't think of the last time he's felt this comfortable. There's steady warmth beside him, while the fabric of Wolfwood's shirt feels soft against his skin. With every breath, he catches the acrid smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, along with every other scent that Wolfwood seemed to carry on him. Despite it all, it's far from unpleasant. And Vash feels perfectly at ease.
His eyes close, while his head angles just enough to rest above the dip in his collar bone. If he strains just hard enough, he can hear the steady thump of Wolfwood's heart. It's more than enough to lull him to sleep.]
G'night, Nick. Thanks for everything.
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He knows better. That's not all he's thanking him for.
Vash won't be able to see it, but he might be able to feel the way Wolfwood smiles against his hair, pressing his lips there briefly before he settles once more.]
...night.