[ the way vash growls brings wolfwood right up to the edge, wringing a full body shudder from him as vash slams into him hard enough to make him see stars. he doesn't even hear the headboard smacking the wall, or the rhythmic sounds of vash's groin slapping against his ass, too caught up in the feeling of vash hitting that spot inside him that makes him swear with every other breath. he understands now how overwhelmed vash looks when their positions are reversed; how he looks like he's caught between pulling wolfwood deeper and wanting to push him away, if just for a moment of relief from the endless onslaught of pleasure that borderlines pain.
but it's the praise that makes him lose it completely, the words sinking into him deeper than any bruise, deeper than vash himself, white-hot and fever-bright. wolfwood surrenders before vash even completes that tug with a near animalistic sound, spilling over vash's fingers and going deaf and blind for an instant as his orgasm finally tears its way through his guts. ]
[ wolfwood finally crashes over the edge and the second he clenches down vash is tumbling over too, crying out and doubling over as his hips rut into wolfwood, jerky and uneven. his clings to wolfwood's thigh like a lifeline, burying his face into it as he spills inside until he's spent and gasping for air, barely keeping himself above the surface. being together like this.. vash feels like he's drowning and experiencing salvation all at once. if he goes under, he won't ever come up, but would it be so bad? to lose himself here in this bed, buried so deep in wolfwood nothing else matters.
his hand strokes wolfwood through the orgasm slow and gentle, wringing every last drop from him. vash finally comes up from the haze of his orgasm enough to peer down at wolfwood, eyes hazy with tears and some mixture of devotion and possessiveness. this is his, this view of nick, messy and flushed dark and beautiful. vash will treasure it for the rest of his life, he knows it. ]
You're incredible, you know that..? [ he presses soft kisses to wolfwood's thigh to ground him, rubbing gently at the bruises his fingers left in their wake. his hand finally pulls away from wolfwood's cock, and vash doesn't think twice about bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean, take all he has to offer like a communion.
he lowers wolfwood's thigh down and settles him back on the bed, before cleaning wolfwood's stomach off and flopping onto him with a shivering exhale. vash's cock is still buried deep inside of him, and he has no intention of moving that anytime soon, settling in between wolfwood's legs like the space was always meant for him. maybe it was?
he presses gentle kisses to the dark skin of his chest, nuzzling the hair there and reaching up to cup wolfwood's cheek. he looks as hazy with the aftermath of their late-night mass as vash is. ] Hey.. are you alright? Need anything..?
[ wolfwood crashes back into himself after an indefinite amount of time, blinking up at vash as his awareness slowly filters through him in degrees. he feels exhausted and reinvigorated at the same time, burnt alive and consumed only to be remade whole again. he finds himself looking at vash as if for the first time, staring at the way his blond hair halos his face in a golden glow beneath the lamplight. if he didn't know better, he'd have thought he died and made it to heaven, delivered by this angel offering him grace and salvation. he'd been taught to worship the wrong god his whole life. but he knows better now, even if he doesn't deserve any of it.
but that's the thing about grace, about salvation. sometimes it's ineffable; sometimes, there's nothing that could be said about the divine.
... and then he sees vash licking his spend off his fingers like some kind of delicacy and the rest of his brain melts out of his ears, wreaking all sorts of havoc upon his formerly empty chest cavity.
by the time vash settles fully on top of him, wolfwood manages to regain coherency and his vocabulary. he curls his arm around vash's back, fingers trailing idly along the dip of his spine as vash nuzzles him. he turns his face briefly into vash's hand, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. his throat feels wrecked and raw, and maybe he isn't quite at full coherent capacity yet.
so he slides his hand up into vash's hair instead, cupping the back of his head and tipping his face up into a kiss. ]
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[ wolfwood isn't quite vocal yet, but it doesn't matter, they don't need to say anything yet, as long as wolfwood is okay. vash brushes his thumb lightly over wolfwood's bottom lip and jaw, pushes himself up to meet wolfwood's lips in a soft kiss.
he still tastes wolfwood on his lips, so he licks into his mouth so wolfwood can taste it too, groaning softly at the way wolfwood's fingers curl into his hair. the kiss melts into something deeper like it's the most natural thing in the world, and by the time vash pulls back to catch his breath, mouth flushed pink and parted, he can feel heat burning low in his belly again.
vash's eyes search wolfwood's fondly, and he brushes his fingers up into wolfwood's dark hair, pushing it back off of his face. ] You're so beautiful.
[ he tastes himself on vash's tongue, mirroring that groan as he sucks on his tongue, giving him a hint of teeth. the kiss is slow and indulgent—a little hungry, despite both of them having come just moments ago. he can't help it, seeing that flushed mouth and face, the fondness in his eyes; the softly murmured you're so beautiful. he's never been looked at like that before in his life, and he's certainly never been called beautiful before, as if he something precious, someone worth loving and being cared for. it makes something ache in his chest, and wolfwood suddenly finds that he wants to hide from it and bury himself in it at the same time. ]
Shut up. [ it's too soft for it to contain any heat to it, and although he registers the incriminating redness in his face, there's nothing he can do about it. he doesn't have his glasses to hide behind and vash is too close. ] You alright? Do you need anything?
[ it's easier to press his face into vash's hair, breathing in his scent instead of acknowledging the warm and soft feeling currently making itself known somewhere behind his rib cage. ]
[ wolfwood tells him to shut up but there's no bite to it, and it makes vash smile soften even more. he doesn't say anything back to it, just rests his cheek down on wolfwood's collarbone and peers up at him with soft, satisfied eyes. ]
Just you. [ vash closes his eyes when wolfwood buries his face into vash's hair, sighing softly and letting his hand gently caress along wolfwood's side. ] Just this.
[ it's so quiet and soft - and laying here on top of wolfwood with his cock still buried deep in him.. it's a kind of intimacy vash has never felt in his entire life. the world is sleepy and slow, the light in the room is dim and warm, but vash doesn't want to sleep. he just wants to hold onto wolfwood and this moment forever. ]
[ those soft and satisfied eyes are going to be the death of wolfwood one of these days. so is what vash says next, and that plus the gentle touch along his side makes him involuntarily tighten up around vash briefly, his face so warm it almost feels like he has a fever. but beneath all of that, there’s the undeniable layer of comfort and contentment that settles deep within him, makes him hold vash just a little closer despite how tangled up in each other they already are, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
it’s nice, sitting in this moment. but he itches for a smoke now that he isn’t getting his brains fucked out of his skull, and so he leans to the side as much as he can without dislodging vash, pulling his trousers over to fish out his cigarettes and lighter. once he secures one, he lights up and takes a deep drag, exhaling the smoke towards the ceiling and away from vash. ]
[ wolfwood tightens around him and it has vash's breath hitching, sharp and sudden. he shivers a little, whines and nuzzles his face against wolfwood's chest as they curl closer into one another.
vash strokes at wolfwood's side lazily as he digs around for his cigarettes and lights one up, nostrils burning at the sharp scent of wam tobacco and smoke that fills the air, mixes with the smell of them. ]
Dunno if that's very fair. You're still the reason they got all messy in the first place.
[ he glances up at wolfwood with a pout on his face, bordering on petulant, as he nuzzles his cheek against wolfwood's chest, mouth brushing against a nipple. vash wouldn't say he has an oral fixation the way that wolfwood obviously does, but he has something of a fixation with wolfwood's body at the moment, and the temptation is too strong to resist. he finds the dark bud with his mouth again and wraps his lips around it, lapping at it with his tongue and sucking, finally dragging his teeth up as he pops off with a soft gasp and licks his lips. ]
Takes two to tango, Spikes. [ he lightly flicks vash's forehead with his free hand even in the fact of that pout. ] 'Fraid you got a hand in getting it messy too.
[ but vash knows just how to distract him, lips brushing against his nipple and coaxing a low hum from him. he's never discovered that he's sensitive there until they started getting involved, and a part of him thinks that it's a little unfair that vash knows him so intimately to the point where he could likely weaponize it if he wanted to. his eyes are already devastating enough—it's going to be that much more difficult to deny him anything after this.
like now, with vash lapping and sucking against his skin, giving him a hint of teeth that makes him hiss, back arching just a little. he barely has the sense to set his cigarette down on the ashtray before he drops it entirely, winding both hands into soft blond hair to tug him into a messy kiss. ]
Too bad. [ the way he tightens up again this time is not by accident, rolling his hips up to grind his half-hard cock against vash's stomach. ] I'm not doing it again.
Depends on how you look at it, I guess. I wasn't messing up my clothes like that until you came along, you know. [ at least, not even slightly as often, and never with anyone else's help.
vash has always been curious, fostered a love of learning anything and everything he could about humans, and this is ultimately just an extension of that. he wants to learn everything about wolfwood, find every single thing that makes him feel good and claim it with his mouth, his hands, anything, so that vash is the only one that will ever know them all.
wolfwood drops the cigarette and tugs him up into a kiss by his hair, which has vash whining into his mouth petulantly. ]
Nick! Ah! [ his hips jolt when wolfwood squeezes around him, and he gasps softly when he feels the slide of wolfwood's cock against the flat of his stomach. vash gives him a look, leaning in and nipping at his mouth. ]
No? Not even if I ask really, really nicely...? [ vash bites a lip, peeks at him from under his lashes. ] Bet I can convince you.
[ and he’d probably succeed, honestly, since wolfwood apparently has a problem when it comes to vash. especially when he looks at him from beneath his lashes like that.
what vash doesn’t know though, is that he could do anything to wolfwood and it would feel good to him. this intimacy is still new; wolfwood has not known touch without pain in so long that he’d nearly forgotten what it was like, and the fact that vash wants to touch him in this way at all outside of that initial first time is still something he finds himself processing on occasion. muscle memory can only take him so far, but the craving for his touch makes it easier, even if it means incriminating himself more often than he’d like. ]
Oh, so it's my fault now, huh? [ he presses a crooked grin against vash's lips, planting his feet on the mattress to give himself better leverage to rock up against vash’s abdomen and down against his cock still buried inside him. ] Maybe I should stop then, if I'm dirtying you up so much.
[ vash gasps softly when wolfwood plants his feet and rocks up against vash's stomach, shifting his cock that's still buried deep inside him. his cheeks are flushed and vash presses his forehead to wolfwood's chest, lets out a soft groan. ]
It is your fault..! But please don't stop. [ vash's voice is smaller when he speaks the second part, nuzzles at his chest. the idea that wolfwood might stop doing any of this with him makes something squeeze in his chest in a bad, bad way. it makes him feel.. possessive. needy. greedy.
he sits up suddenly, rocks his hips back and pulls out of wolfwood. vash's hands grab at his hips, and he flips wolfwood over onto his stomach and then drags his hips up off the bed so his ass his up in the air. vash leans in and kisses at the back of his thighs, up his spine with little nips and bites. ] You know, I've been wanting to eat you out for a while now.
[ vash pulls out of him suddenly and wolfwood groans at the emptiness just as he’s flipped onto his stomach. it’s just as well that vash moved him—his entire lower body aches, and he thinks that if he wasn’t made the way he is, he’d have a much more difficult time moving.
but as it stands, they’re not stopping, far from it. wolfwood shudders beneath vash’s lips, arching his back to keep his hips up where vash wants them, spreading his legs to accommodate him between them. wolfwood is no stranger to eating someone out, but he’s never been the one on the receiving end before. anticipation winds hot and tight in his gut, and his laugh comes out a little breathier than he means it to, glancing back over his shoulder. ]
A while, huh? Is that all I am to you? A pair of tits and an ass?
[ but even as he says that, he shifts his hips back, wanting his mouth to go lower. ]
[ vash gives him a sour look, but there's no heat behind it as he slides his hands over wolfwood's back and hips, kneading them gently. there's something soft and easy about the affection that comes so naturally when they're together, even though it's only just started being like this. vash feels like they've been this way for a lifetime. ]
You're not just tits and an ass. You've also got quite a mouth on you.
[ vash bites at his hip, leaves a mark there before he grips his ass with both hands, spreading it. he massages the swell of wolfwood's ass, leaning in and dragging his tongue along him to lick up some of the slick before he starts to mouth and tease at the rim. his mouth busies itself kissing and dragging his teeth along the edge, not shying away from any of the lewd noises his mouth is making. finally, he licks into wolfwood slowly, purring and pressing him open with his tongue. ]
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but it's the praise that makes him lose it completely, the words sinking into him deeper than any bruise, deeper than vash himself, white-hot and fever-bright. wolfwood surrenders before vash even completes that tug with a near animalistic sound, spilling over vash's fingers and going deaf and blind for an instant as his orgasm finally tears its way through his guts. ]
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his hand strokes wolfwood through the orgasm slow and gentle, wringing every last drop from him. vash finally comes up from the haze of his orgasm enough to peer down at wolfwood, eyes hazy with tears and some mixture of devotion and possessiveness. this is his, this view of nick, messy and flushed dark and beautiful. vash will treasure it for the rest of his life, he knows it. ]
You're incredible, you know that..? [ he presses soft kisses to wolfwood's thigh to ground him, rubbing gently at the bruises his fingers left in their wake. his hand finally pulls away from wolfwood's cock, and vash doesn't think twice about bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean, take all he has to offer like a communion.
he lowers wolfwood's thigh down and settles him back on the bed, before cleaning wolfwood's stomach off and flopping onto him with a shivering exhale. vash's cock is still buried deep inside of him, and he has no intention of moving that anytime soon, settling in between wolfwood's legs like the space was always meant for him. maybe it was?
he presses gentle kisses to the dark skin of his chest, nuzzling the hair there and reaching up to cup wolfwood's cheek. he looks as hazy with the aftermath of their late-night mass as vash is. ] Hey.. are you alright? Need anything..?
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but that's the thing about grace, about salvation. sometimes it's ineffable; sometimes, there's nothing that could be said about the divine.
... and then he sees vash licking his spend off his fingers like some kind of delicacy and the rest of his brain melts out of his ears, wreaking all sorts of havoc upon his formerly empty chest cavity.
by the time vash settles fully on top of him, wolfwood manages to regain coherency and his vocabulary. he curls his arm around vash's back, fingers trailing idly along the dip of his spine as vash nuzzles him. he turns his face briefly into vash's hand, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. his throat feels wrecked and raw, and maybe he isn't quite at full coherent capacity yet.
so he slides his hand up into vash's hair instead, cupping the back of his head and tipping his face up into a kiss. ]
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he still tastes wolfwood on his lips, so he licks into his mouth so wolfwood can taste it too, groaning softly at the way wolfwood's fingers curl into his hair. the kiss melts into something deeper like it's the most natural thing in the world, and by the time vash pulls back to catch his breath, mouth flushed pink and parted, he can feel heat burning low in his belly again.
vash's eyes search wolfwood's fondly, and he brushes his fingers up into wolfwood's dark hair, pushing it back off of his face. ] You're so beautiful.
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Shut up. [ it's too soft for it to contain any heat to it, and although he registers the incriminating redness in his face, there's nothing he can do about it. he doesn't have his glasses to hide behind and vash is too close. ] You alright? Do you need anything?
[ it's easier to press his face into vash's hair, breathing in his scent instead of acknowledging the warm and soft feeling currently making itself known somewhere behind his rib cage. ]
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Just you. [ vash closes his eyes when wolfwood buries his face into vash's hair, sighing softly and letting his hand gently caress along wolfwood's side. ] Just this.
[ it's so quiet and soft - and laying here on top of wolfwood with his cock still buried deep in him.. it's a kind of intimacy vash has never felt in his entire life. the world is sleepy and slow, the light in the room is dim and warm, but vash doesn't want to sleep. he just wants to hold onto wolfwood and this moment forever. ]
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it’s nice, sitting in this moment. but he itches for a smoke now that he isn’t getting his brains fucked out of his skull, and so he leans to the side as much as he can without dislodging vash, pulling his trousers over to fish out his cigarettes and lighter. once he secures one, he lights up and takes a deep drag, exhaling the smoke towards the ceiling and away from vash. ]
You’re still grabbing your own laundry next time.
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vash strokes at wolfwood's side lazily as he digs around for his cigarettes and lights one up, nostrils burning at the sharp scent of wam tobacco and smoke that fills the air, mixes with the smell of them. ]
Dunno if that's very fair. You're still the reason they got all messy in the first place.
[ he glances up at wolfwood with a pout on his face, bordering on petulant, as he nuzzles his cheek against wolfwood's chest, mouth brushing against a nipple. vash wouldn't say he has an oral fixation the way that wolfwood obviously does, but he has something of a fixation with wolfwood's body at the moment, and the temptation is too strong to resist. he finds the dark bud with his mouth again and wraps his lips around it, lapping at it with his tongue and sucking, finally dragging his teeth up as he pops off with a soft gasp and licks his lips. ]
I think I like you going to get it for me.
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[ but vash knows just how to distract him, lips brushing against his nipple and coaxing a low hum from him. he's never discovered that he's sensitive there until they started getting involved, and a part of him thinks that it's a little unfair that vash knows him so intimately to the point where he could likely weaponize it if he wanted to. his eyes are already devastating enough—it's going to be that much more difficult to deny him anything after this.
like now, with vash lapping and sucking against his skin, giving him a hint of teeth that makes him hiss, back arching just a little. he barely has the sense to set his cigarette down on the ashtray before he drops it entirely, winding both hands into soft blond hair to tug him into a messy kiss. ]
Too bad. [ the way he tightens up again this time is not by accident, rolling his hips up to grind his half-hard cock against vash's stomach. ] I'm not doing it again.
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vash has always been curious, fostered a love of learning anything and everything he could about humans, and this is ultimately just an extension of that. he wants to learn everything about wolfwood, find every single thing that makes him feel good and claim it with his mouth, his hands, anything, so that vash is the only one that will ever know them all.
wolfwood drops the cigarette and tugs him up into a kiss by his hair, which has vash whining into his mouth petulantly. ]
Nick! Ah! [ his hips jolt when wolfwood squeezes around him, and he gasps softly when he feels the slide of wolfwood's cock against the flat of his stomach. vash gives him a look, leaning in and nipping at his mouth. ]
No? Not even if I ask really, really nicely...? [ vash bites a lip, peeks at him from under his lashes. ] Bet I can convince you.
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[ and he’d probably succeed, honestly, since wolfwood apparently has a problem when it comes to vash. especially when he looks at him from beneath his lashes like that.
what vash doesn’t know though, is that he could do anything to wolfwood and it would feel good to him. this intimacy is still new; wolfwood has not known touch without pain in so long that he’d nearly forgotten what it was like, and the fact that vash wants to touch him in this way at all outside of that initial first time is still something he finds himself processing on occasion. muscle memory can only take him so far, but the craving for his touch makes it easier, even if it means incriminating himself more often than he’d like. ]
Oh, so it's my fault now, huh? [ he presses a crooked grin against vash's lips, planting his feet on the mattress to give himself better leverage to rock up against vash’s abdomen and down against his cock still buried inside him. ] Maybe I should stop then, if I'm dirtying you up so much.
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It is your fault..! But please don't stop. [ vash's voice is smaller when he speaks the second part, nuzzles at his chest. the idea that wolfwood might stop doing any of this with him makes something squeeze in his chest in a bad, bad way. it makes him feel.. possessive. needy. greedy.
he sits up suddenly, rocks his hips back and pulls out of wolfwood. vash's hands grab at his hips, and he flips wolfwood over onto his stomach and then drags his hips up off the bed so his ass his up in the air. vash leans in and kisses at the back of his thighs, up his spine with little nips and bites. ] You know, I've been wanting to eat you out for a while now.
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but as it stands, they’re not stopping, far from it. wolfwood shudders beneath vash’s lips, arching his back to keep his hips up where vash wants them, spreading his legs to accommodate him between them. wolfwood is no stranger to eating someone out, but he’s never been the one on the receiving end before. anticipation winds hot and tight in his gut, and his laugh comes out a little breathier than he means it to, glancing back over his shoulder. ]
A while, huh? Is that all I am to you? A pair of tits and an ass?
[ but even as he says that, he shifts his hips back, wanting his mouth to go lower. ]
You’re cold, Stampede.
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You're not just tits and an ass. You've also got quite a mouth on you.
[ vash bites at his hip, leaves a mark there before he grips his ass with both hands, spreading it. he massages the swell of wolfwood's ass, leaning in and dragging his tongue along him to lick up some of the slick before he starts to mouth and tease at the rim. his mouth busies itself kissing and dragging his teeth along the edge, not shying away from any of the lewd noises his mouth is making. finally, he licks into wolfwood slowly, purring and pressing him open with his tongue. ]