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 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. ]