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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[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.