he feels vash's fingers splay out against his chest, lets him press their foreheads together, and he can't even look at vash's face, already knows he's wearing that achingly soft expression without even needing to see it. it's too much; he feels raw and exposed beneath vash's affection, his gentleness as soothing as it is painful. this is what he's always wanted—protection has always been his primary instinct, one that the eye couldn't take away from him no matter how much they tried, and he knows he doesn't deserve it. he doesn't deserve any of this, and yet— ]
You've done enough already. Alright? It's enough.
[ because vash would give every piece of himself to wolfwood if he could, they know this. but wolfwood doesn't want that; that's always been the crux of it: the desire to give something good to vash for once, without wanting anything in return. just something nice and soft for him to hold close to in those dark moments. and in the end, it's still vash holding him together.
he nudges their noses together and wolfwood leans in the scant distance, kissing him softer than he would, almost chaste in how fleeting it is. ]
I'm gonna hold you to that. [ waking up next to him tomorrow and the days after... what a thought. ] You better not get yourself in trouble or I'll find you and kick your ass. Got it?
[ protect me vash wants to say, and i'll protect you, too. if he can, if wolfwood will let him. vash doesn't know how to let himself be protected, but he thinks he could learn, if it's like this. if it's wolfwood. because wolfwood is the only person who's ever been able to keep up with him, take the damage he takes and not fall apart, look at vash and keep looking and not hate him. what wouldn't he do for that?
vash can't think of anything.
wolfwood leans in and kisses him softer than he has, chaste and light and gone almost as soon as it starts, leaving vash chasing after it just a little. ]
You won't have to find me... you're gonna be right there with me, keeping an eye on me, right?
[ vash leans in and kisses wolfwood again, slides his palm down wolfwood's bare chest and down, around his waist underneath his jacket, tugging him in closer so their chests are flush against one another. ] Gonna look after me, tonight? Might get into trouble on my own.
Edited 2023-05-01 21:29 (UTC)
you are responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
there always is; it’s probably always been there since they first met, even if wolfwood didn’t want to admit it at the time. but it’s nice now that he can actually do something about it for once, rather than just keeping it to himself. it’s nice, knowing that vash wants him in this way despite what he is; a little less human, a little more weapon. but that’s the thing about vash—he looks at him like he knows he shares the longing of a child wishing to return to simplier, happier days; the longing of a man wanting to feel whole again.
the thumbs digging in between his thighs and hips drag a groan out of him; vash prevents him from bucking up into the touch with how he presses him down into the mattress, and wolfwood shouldn’t find that as attractive as he does. his fingers dig into the sheets beneath him as vash kisses his chest, feeling his thumbs dip past his waistband but not close enough to where he wants him to be. ]
Anything for you, baby. [ his tone is dry, despite how shaky his breathing has gotten, the corners of his mouth tilted in a crooked grin. ] But I won’t say no if you wanna thank me.
[ vash can likely feel how worked up he is already, but wolfwood hooks a leg around vash’s hip, pulling him closer to rest his weight fully on top of him. ]
[ vash isn't whole anymore, not even close. he's broken, missing pieces of his body and soul, and he's always thought - what a meager gift to give anyone else. this terrible, broken thing. the longer he lives, the less whole he feels. except when he's with wolfwood.
he wants simpler, happier days yeah. but he wants this, with wolfwood, so much more. would give up another century of being torn to bits if he got to have wolfwood put him back together - if he got to put wolfwood back together too, just a little bit. it's a selfish thought and vash feels cruel thinking it. in a better world, another time and place... maybe they could end up here too, a little less battered and beaten.
but if this is the only choice? vash will take it. ]
I don't think you get thanked enough, honestly. [ vash is still feeling the heat from wolfwood calling him baby and vash wonders what it is about every nickname wolfwood comes up with that takes him apart without fail, every damn time.
he feels a leg hook around his waist and tug him in, and vash whines, rocks his thigh up against the bulge in wolfwood's slacks. vash is already tired of there being layers between them... but he really wants to do something special tonight.
his head lulls down to presses more kisses over wolfwood's dark skin, lips finding the bud of a nipple and teasing at it with his mouth before eventually wrapping around it and sucking softly. his thigh rocks against wolfwood's cock through their pants and vash suddenly exhales hard, gives a shudder and whimpers around wolfwood before he gasps, mouth coming up wet with saliva and with his fangs poking out. ] Ah... god! Nick.
[ he swallows, panting open mouthed and shifts, dragging both of wolfwood's legs around his hips before he peeks up with him with hungry eyes and ruts against him, a hard cock all too visible now beneath his sweats and dragging up against wolfwood's own. ]
[ neither of them do, when it comes down to it. and wolfwood supposes that’s why they’re both here, covering for each other in places where they lack. he never thought he’d let anyone get close enough where he could trust them in this way; it’s both frightening and humbling, knowing that vash is still here in spite of everything. that he still wants to be here. ]
Not like you’re gonna do it yourself. [ vash tugs him closer and wolfwood pulls him into his lap, sliding his fingers into the shorter hairs at his nape to deepen the kiss, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip briefly. ] Guess I don’t have much of a choice.
[ vash settles on wolfwood's lap, wriggles his hips down to get the contact just where he wants it. wolfwood's hand threads into his hair and his teeth press into vash's bottom lip and vash moans softly. ]
You're just so much better at it than me. [ he sighs against wolfwood's mouth, kisses him again. vash's hand kneads at the small of wolfwood's back, finds it way under his shirt and drags his fingers up along his spine slowly. ] So, where do we go from here? Back to the hotel?
[ except it does, because he’s laughing quietly against vash’s mouth; a little helpless, a little relieved. his fingers tickle up his spine and he hums low, one hand settling on vash’s thigh and squeezing briefly. ]
Anywhere you want. [ he’s accepted that he’ll follow him wherever he goes at this point. ] But we’ll both be massive assholes tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep tonight.
[ wolfwood laughs and vash smiles against his mouth, strokes at the smooth skin under his shirt. ]
Sure you can climb back down with the Punisher? We might end up sleeping up here.
[ he kisses him again, and then one more time because he hates that he spent hours up here alone, feeling miserable, instead of kissing wolfwood like this. ] Mmm.. I just want a glass of whiskey and to curl up in bed with you.
[ vash hooks his finger under wolfwood's shirt, tugs out his crucifix and uses it to pull their faces closer together, staring wolfwood down. ] C'mon. Take me home Nick.
[ he never expects it because as far as he knows, he doesn’t deserve it. he’s done too many things he isn’t proud of, made too many mistakes and sacrifices. there will come a time when he will have to put down the cross and he dreads it as much as he wishes for it.
but for now, there’s this: vash a solid and grounding weight on top of him, rutting against him with a desperation that makes wolfwood burn from the inside out; lips and tongue on his skin that drag punched-out sounds from him that he’d be more embarrassed about if it didn’t feel so good. but once vash starts rocking against him in earnest, wolfwood doesn’t have room for anything else in his head aside from sensation and need, mirroring that shudder at the sounds he makes and the hint of fangs pressing against his lower lip.
he knows better than to think he knows everything about vash’s body. there’s always something new to uncover whenever they fall into bed together and each time feels something like a religious experience—he comes out feeling a little changed, a little more enlightened, and he can’t stop thinking about it. case in point, vash pops a dick out of no where and ruts against him and wolfwood feels his brain short-circuit briefly, moaning something obscene as he meets each forward press of vash’s hips. he’s delirious with want, and all he can think about in this moment is vash pushing into him, carving his way into his body to leave his own mark amidst the others. ]
Fuck— [ he sounds so wrecked already and he laughs despite himself, reaching up to pull vash down for a messy kiss. ] Can’t fucking believe you’ve been holding out on me this whole time. [ he ruts up pointedly, the head of his cock catching against vash’s. ] What the hell, Spikes?
[ it would be a lie to say vash understands his body in full - he doesn't. it's not like he's spent a ton of his time on this planet figuring it out with other people, and he's never let anyone see this much. what makes him strange, what makes him different from the people he masquerades as. he worries, just for a second, that it might not be what wolfwood wants. might be the final straw that has wolfwood cast him aside for the monster he is.
instead, wolfwood moans a string of curses and ruts back up against him before dragging vash down into a messy kiss. his mouth surges against wolfwood's and he digs his fingers into wolfwood's thighs so hard he knows there'll be bruises there tomorrow. reminding both of them that wolfwood is vash's and no one else's now. ]
Ah.. I wasn't sure you'd want it. [ he keens when the heads of their cocks catch together, grinds himself against wolfwood against to chase the feeling eagerly. ] You liked the other way so much, but...
[ vash swallows, pants hard and reaches between them to tug his sweats down. his cock pops out, heavy and flushed pink at the tip, leaking from beneath soft folds that swirl to a point almost like the petals of a flower. there are pale, glowing plant markings that curl down beneath the blonde hair was the base, winding their way around the length in strange patterns. ]
I really want to fuck you, Nick. [ vash laughs breathlessly, strokes himself a few times before reaching down to tug wolfwood's slacks down and free him, circling his hand around both of them and giving them both a long, slow stroke. his whole body shudders and vash arches despite himself, whimpering. ] Ngh.. forgot how sensitive this is.
[ the hard grip on his thighs stings sweetly and it drags another low moan from wolfwood, thightening the circle of his thighs around vash’s hips. he hopes, desperately, that vash’s fingers leave bruises, that even if they may fade, the memory of them will remain permanently etched onto his skin. it only serves to make him burn hotter, this taste of possessiveness, the idea that vash wants to claim him; the idea of belonging, solely, to vash, heart and body and mind. it obliterates all other thought, settling deep in his bones in his soul, and he wishes vash was inside of him already, his body clenching down on nothing. ]
Yeah… come on, baby, fuck me. [ he’s so dizzy with want that he barely registers the sight of vash’s cock at first, too focused on the sensation of vash’s hand surrounding both of them. but when he’s finally able to open his eyes and look down, he finds himself momentarily mesmerized by the markings, suddenly seized with the urge to trace his tongue along them. next time, maybe. it feels torturously good to feel vash against him, his back arching off the bed as he moans long and low, lets his hips roll repeatedly against vash’s to prolong the feeling as much as he can. ] Need you inside.
[ never mind the fact that it’s been however long since he’s last taken a cock. it doesn’t even matter—he probably won’t be able to last very long anyway. it’s funny, how much he loses control whenever he’s with vash like this; all the genetic modifications the eye had given him isn’t enough when it comes to vash, and wolfwood willingly surrenders the reigns. ]
[ vash nods obediently, makes quick work of his sweats and wolfwood's pants and tosses them out of the way. his hand returns around them both and strokes slow, getting it covered in slick and precum before he reaches down and presses at wolfwood, rubbing his thumb around him and pressing in lightly, easing it in slow and working it around to open him up.
he cranes his body down and presses kisses along wolfwood's skin, down his stomach to his hips, panting against it desperately. he can barely think straight, hard and desperate to be together in a whole new way. give wolfwood what he's been giving vash for weeks. vash's teeth catch at the skin just below his hip bone, suck a mark into it hungrily. this is his. this nicholas, this intimacy in this moment... vash won't let anyone take it from him.
his thumb slips out slow, and that's the last self control vash can manage to muster up. he sits up and shifts his weight back onto his hips, towing wolfwood's hips up at an angle that vash supports with his prosthetic arm and ruts into him unsteady and impatient. ] Ah.. fuck. Nick.
[ vash bites his lip, brows furrowing as he pulls out a little before thrusting into him again at a slightly different angle, sinking deep. he cries out, hips jerking, before he manages to find an urgent rhythm, burying himself in wolfwood with each thrust. vash very nearly comes right then but he grips the base of his own cock, forces himself off the edge with the pressure, just enough to keep fucking into wolfwood. his hand slides up wolfwood's thigh and over the flat of his stomach, pressing down on his chest as he lifts his hips up, starting to rock into him harder. ] You feel so good, Nick.. God. D'you know how much I dreamed of this? How often I wanted to shove you onto a table at a saloon or into the mattress in the morning and ngh..! sink into you this way? I would have settled for fucking your thighs or your hand or.. god anything just to feel you around me..!
[ vash's voice hitches and he groans when he hits a certain angle with his hips, the rhythm stuttering as he pulls out and slams back into that same spot, crying out. ] Aagh God, Nick I'm gonna..!
[ the first press of vash’s thumb to his hole makes him hiss, forcing himself to relax so that he can actually have room to work with. the kisses help distract him from the initial intrusion, and wolfwood slips a shaky hand into vash’s hair to ground himself, fingers combing through soft blond strands, hips twitching up at the bite to his hip bone. it feels foreign but so good, and he opens up easily for vash, too drunk off sensation and pleasure, too eager to feel vash fill him up in ways he knows he wouldn’t be able to himself.
it feels like an age before wolfwood feels the blunt and tapered head of vash’s cock pressing against him, and his back arches with a gutteral moan at the first slide in. it feels even longer for vash to bottom out, sinking in so deep he swears he could feel vash in his throat. he sets a fast pace, one that wolfwood can barely keep up with, moaning on nearly every deep thrust and losing a bit more of his mind every time. it feels so good he feels like he’s melting onto the mattress, keeping his lower half up with whatever bit of self control he has left and by the angle of vash’s hips. he only catches the tail end of what vash says as vash fucks into him harder, images of vash shoving him onto a table swimming to the forefront of his mind, and wolfwood thinks he could come just from that, his body tightening up around him just from how much he wants it. ]
God, fuck, baby. [ he thinks he whimpers as vash slams into him, eyes rolling back as he slings his leg up over vash’s shoulder, a wordless encouragement for him to press deeper. ] Do it, inside, come on—
[ wolfwood's voice is going to put him in his grave, vash is absolutely sure of it. the guttural moans, the way he calls vash baby, when wolfwood's voice is already too rough and deep in all the right ways when they're talking about inconsequential things like breakfast or laundry, are going to do him in.
the whimper is what gets him, though. wolfwood hitches his leg up over vash's shoulder and against him hard, and he whimpers, god when he tells him to come inside him. vash curses, and it twists into a growl as he grips wolfwood's thigh against his chest. his fingers dig in deep enough to bruise, and vash slides out almost all the way before slamming back in, tugging wolfwood against him hard that the headboard smacks the wall with the force of it. ]
God, Nick! [ he grits his teeth, bounces wolfwood against him and lets the filthy sound of their bodies slapping together white out any shame he has left. ] That's it, you're doing so good for me, I'm right there with you..!
[ his hand slides down and grips around the base of wolfwood's cock, giving it a squeeze and an encouraging tug. ] Let it go, sweetheart.
[ 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. ]
Edited (i hate mobile tagging) 2023-05-16 02:32 (UTC)
[ 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.
[ vash tugs out his crucifix and pulls him in with it, close enough for their noses to brush. wolfwood’s breath catches, a thread of heat unfurling in his chest, and he knows without a doubt that vash could ask him anything in this moment and he would give it to him. it’s not the first time he’s had this realization; each time gets a little easier, he thinks. maybe it’s progress that he’s come to accept it now. ]
[ vash knows he ought to let go. let go of the crucifix, let go of this growing attachment to wolfwood. it's too late, though. the words are already gone, the chance to let this slip away before either of them get hurt is gone. ]
Not sure I know how to do that.
[ he grins coyly at wolfwood, slips the crucifix up over his head and then slips it around his own. it falls against vash's chest and he presses a quick kiss to wolfwood's mouth before standing up, offering a hand down to him. ]
[ 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.
[ they both should. wolfwood's attachment has gone beyond the parameters of his contract and in the end, it'll just be worse for the both of them. he knows this without a doubt. he also knows that he's stubborn and always done what he wants, regardless of the consequences, for better or for worse. he's got his teeth in it now; knowing better and doing better are always mutually exclusive.
so he lets vash take the crucifix, watches the way the cross settles against his sternum as if it'd always meant to be there. maybe it was. he grips vash's hand and pulls himself upright, dropping a kiss to his knuckles. ]
[ vash stretches and cracks his neck a bit before he grabs the rusted metal ladder and starts to climb down, wolfwood's cross swinging from his neck. he's surefooted and his descent his smooth. he offers to help with the punisher, gets about the response he expected, and then hops down onto the ground when he finally reaches it.
he waits for wolfwood to reach the bottom, grabs his waist and presses his chin to his shoulder. ] I meant what I said earlier, you know.
[ he's too shy to say it again, or too cowardly - maybe it's enough he got it out once, even if it wasn't a proper confession. he knows wolfwood knows, and that's enough. ] So, c'mon. Take me home and put me to bed, hm?
[ 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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he feels vash's fingers splay out against his chest, lets him press their foreheads together, and he can't even look at vash's face, already knows he's wearing that achingly soft expression without even needing to see it. it's too much; he feels raw and exposed beneath vash's affection, his gentleness as soothing as it is painful. this is what he's always wanted—protection has always been his primary instinct, one that the eye couldn't take away from him no matter how much they tried, and he knows he doesn't deserve it. he doesn't deserve any of this, and yet— ]
You've done enough already. Alright? It's enough.
[ because vash would give every piece of himself to wolfwood if he could, they know this. but wolfwood doesn't want that; that's always been the crux of it: the desire to give something good to vash for once, without wanting anything in return. just something nice and soft for him to hold close to in those dark moments. and in the end, it's still vash holding him together.
he nudges their noses together and wolfwood leans in the scant distance, kissing him softer than he would, almost chaste in how fleeting it is. ]
I'm gonna hold you to that. [ waking up next to him tomorrow and the days after... what a thought. ] You better not get yourself in trouble or I'll find you and kick your ass. Got it?
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vash can't think of anything.
wolfwood leans in and kisses him softer than he has, chaste and light and gone almost as soon as it starts, leaving vash chasing after it just a little. ]
You won't have to find me... you're gonna be right there with me, keeping an eye on me, right?
[ vash leans in and kisses wolfwood again, slides his palm down wolfwood's bare chest and down, around his waist underneath his jacket, tugging him in closer so their chests are flush against one another. ] Gonna look after me, tonight? Might get into trouble on my own.
you are responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
there always is; it’s probably always been there since they first met, even if wolfwood didn’t want to admit it at the time. but it’s nice now that he can actually do something about it for once, rather than just keeping it to himself. it’s nice, knowing that vash wants him in this way despite what he is; a little less human, a little more weapon. but that’s the thing about vash—he looks at him like he knows he shares the longing of a child wishing to return to simplier, happier days; the longing of a man wanting to feel whole again.
the thumbs digging in between his thighs and hips drag a groan out of him; vash prevents him from bucking up into the touch with how he presses him down into the mattress, and wolfwood shouldn’t find that as attractive as he does. his fingers dig into the sheets beneath him as vash kisses his chest, feeling his thumbs dip past his waistband but not close enough to where he wants him to be. ]
Anything for you, baby. [ his tone is dry, despite how shaky his breathing has gotten, the corners of his mouth tilted in a crooked grin. ] But I won’t say no if you wanna thank me.
[ vash can likely feel how worked up he is already, but wolfwood hooks a leg around vash’s hip, pulling him closer to rest his weight fully on top of him. ]
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he wants simpler, happier days yeah. but he wants this, with wolfwood, so much more. would give up another century of being torn to bits if he got to have wolfwood put him back together - if he got to put wolfwood back together too, just a little bit. it's a selfish thought and vash feels cruel thinking it. in a better world, another time and place... maybe they could end up here too, a little less battered and beaten.
but if this is the only choice? vash will take it. ]
I don't think you get thanked enough, honestly. [ vash is still feeling the heat from wolfwood calling him baby and vash wonders what it is about every nickname wolfwood comes up with that takes him apart without fail, every damn time.
he feels a leg hook around his waist and tug him in, and vash whines, rocks his thigh up against the bulge in wolfwood's slacks. vash is already tired of there being layers between them... but he really wants to do something special tonight.
his head lulls down to presses more kisses over wolfwood's dark skin, lips finding the bud of a nipple and teasing at it with his mouth before eventually wrapping around it and sucking softly. his thigh rocks against wolfwood's cock through their pants and vash suddenly exhales hard, gives a shudder and whimpers around wolfwood before he gasps, mouth coming up wet with saliva and with his fangs poking out. ] Ah... god! Nick.
[ he swallows, panting open mouthed and shifts, dragging both of wolfwood's legs around his hips before he peeks up with him with hungry eyes and ruts against him, a hard cock all too visible now beneath his sweats and dragging up against wolfwood's own. ]
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Not like you’re gonna do it yourself. [ vash tugs him closer and wolfwood pulls him into his lap, sliding his fingers into the shorter hairs at his nape to deepen the kiss, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip briefly. ] Guess I don’t have much of a choice.
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You're just so much better at it than me. [ he sighs against wolfwood's mouth, kisses him again. vash's hand kneads at the small of wolfwood's back, finds it way under his shirt and drags his fingers up along his spine slowly. ] So, where do we go from here? Back to the hotel?
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[ except it does, because he’s laughing quietly against vash’s mouth; a little helpless, a little relieved. his fingers tickle up his spine and he hums low, one hand settling on vash’s thigh and squeezing briefly. ]
Anywhere you want. [ he’s accepted that he’ll follow him wherever he goes at this point. ] But we’ll both be massive assholes tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep tonight.
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Sure you can climb back down with the Punisher? We might end up sleeping up here.
[ he kisses him again, and then one more time because he hates that he spent hours up here alone, feeling miserable, instead of kissing wolfwood like this. ] Mmm.. I just want a glass of whiskey and to curl up in bed with you.
[ vash hooks his finger under wolfwood's shirt, tugs out his crucifix and uses it to pull their faces closer together, staring wolfwood down. ] C'mon. Take me home Nick.
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but for now, there’s this: vash a solid and grounding weight on top of him, rutting against him with a desperation that makes wolfwood burn from the inside out; lips and tongue on his skin that drag punched-out sounds from him that he’d be more embarrassed about if it didn’t feel so good. but once vash starts rocking against him in earnest, wolfwood doesn’t have room for anything else in his head aside from sensation and need, mirroring that shudder at the sounds he makes and the hint of fangs pressing against his lower lip.
he knows better than to think he knows everything about vash’s body. there’s always something new to uncover whenever they fall into bed together and each time feels something like a religious experience—he comes out feeling a little changed, a little more enlightened, and he can’t stop thinking about it. case in point, vash pops a dick out of no where and ruts against him and wolfwood feels his brain short-circuit briefly, moaning something obscene as he meets each forward press of vash’s hips. he’s delirious with want, and all he can think about in this moment is vash pushing into him, carving his way into his body to leave his own mark amidst the others. ]
Fuck— [ he sounds so wrecked already and he laughs despite himself, reaching up to pull vash down for a messy kiss. ] Can’t fucking believe you’ve been holding out on me this whole time. [ he ruts up pointedly, the head of his cock catching against vash’s. ] What the hell, Spikes?
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instead, wolfwood moans a string of curses and ruts back up against him before dragging vash down into a messy kiss. his mouth surges against wolfwood's and he digs his fingers into wolfwood's thighs so hard he knows there'll be bruises there tomorrow. reminding both of them that wolfwood is vash's and no one else's now. ]
Ah.. I wasn't sure you'd want it. [ he keens when the heads of their cocks catch together, grinds himself against wolfwood against to chase the feeling eagerly. ] You liked the other way so much, but...
[ vash swallows, pants hard and reaches between them to tug his sweats down. his cock pops out, heavy and flushed pink at the tip, leaking from beneath soft folds that swirl to a point almost like the petals of a flower. there are pale, glowing plant markings that curl down beneath the blonde hair was the base, winding their way around the length in strange patterns. ]
I really want to fuck you, Nick. [ vash laughs breathlessly, strokes himself a few times before reaching down to tug wolfwood's slacks down and free him, circling his hand around both of them and giving them both a long, slow stroke. his whole body shudders and vash arches despite himself, whimpering. ] Ngh.. forgot how sensitive this is.
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Yeah… come on, baby, fuck me. [ he’s so dizzy with want that he barely registers the sight of vash’s cock at first, too focused on the sensation of vash’s hand surrounding both of them. but when he’s finally able to open his eyes and look down, he finds himself momentarily mesmerized by the markings, suddenly seized with the urge to trace his tongue along them. next time, maybe. it feels torturously good to feel vash against him, his back arching off the bed as he moans long and low, lets his hips roll repeatedly against vash’s to prolong the feeling as much as he can. ] Need you inside.
[ never mind the fact that it’s been however long since he’s last taken a cock. it doesn’t even matter—he probably won’t be able to last very long anyway. it’s funny, how much he loses control whenever he’s with vash like this; all the genetic modifications the eye had given him isn’t enough when it comes to vash, and wolfwood willingly surrenders the reigns. ]
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he cranes his body down and presses kisses along wolfwood's skin, down his stomach to his hips, panting against it desperately. he can barely think straight, hard and desperate to be together in a whole new way. give wolfwood what he's been giving vash for weeks. vash's teeth catch at the skin just below his hip bone, suck a mark into it hungrily. this is his. this nicholas, this intimacy in this moment... vash won't let anyone take it from him.
his thumb slips out slow, and that's the last self control vash can manage to muster up. he sits up and shifts his weight back onto his hips, towing wolfwood's hips up at an angle that vash supports with his prosthetic arm and ruts into him unsteady and impatient. ] Ah.. fuck. Nick.
[ vash bites his lip, brows furrowing as he pulls out a little before thrusting into him again at a slightly different angle, sinking deep. he cries out, hips jerking, before he manages to find an urgent rhythm, burying himself in wolfwood with each thrust. vash very nearly comes right then but he grips the base of his own cock, forces himself off the edge with the pressure, just enough to keep fucking into wolfwood. his hand slides up wolfwood's thigh and over the flat of his stomach, pressing down on his chest as he lifts his hips up, starting to rock into him harder. ] You feel so good, Nick.. God. D'you know how much I dreamed of this? How often I wanted to shove you onto a table at a saloon or into the mattress in the morning and ngh..! sink into you this way? I would have settled for fucking your thighs or your hand or.. god anything just to feel you around me..!
[ vash's voice hitches and he groans when he hits a certain angle with his hips, the rhythm stuttering as he pulls out and slams back into that same spot, crying out. ] Aagh God, Nick I'm gonna..!
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it feels like an age before wolfwood feels the blunt and tapered head of vash’s cock pressing against him, and his back arches with a gutteral moan at the first slide in. it feels even longer for vash to bottom out, sinking in so deep he swears he could feel vash in his throat. he sets a fast pace, one that wolfwood can barely keep up with, moaning on nearly every deep thrust and losing a bit more of his mind every time. it feels so good he feels like he’s melting onto the mattress, keeping his lower half up with whatever bit of self control he has left and by the angle of vash’s hips. he only catches the tail end of what vash says as vash fucks into him harder, images of vash shoving him onto a table swimming to the forefront of his mind, and wolfwood thinks he could come just from that, his body tightening up around him just from how much he wants it. ]
God, fuck, baby. [ he thinks he whimpers as vash slams into him, eyes rolling back as he slings his leg up over vash’s shoulder, a wordless encouragement for him to press deeper. ] Do it, inside, come on—
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the whimper is what gets him, though. wolfwood hitches his leg up over vash's shoulder and against him hard, and he whimpers, god when he tells him to come inside him. vash curses, and it twists into a growl as he grips wolfwood's thigh against his chest. his fingers dig in deep enough to bruise, and vash slides out almost all the way before slamming back in, tugging wolfwood against him hard that the headboard smacks the wall with the force of it. ]
God, Nick! [ he grits his teeth, bounces wolfwood against him and lets the filthy sound of their bodies slapping together white out any shame he has left. ] That's it, you're doing so good for me, I'm right there with you..!
[ his hand slides down and grips around the base of wolfwood's cock, giving it a squeeze and an encouraging tug. ] Let it go, sweetheart.
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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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Gotta let go first, Spikes.
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Not sure I know how to do that.
[ he grins coyly at wolfwood, slips the crucifix up over his head and then slips it around his own. it falls against vash's chest and he presses a quick kiss to wolfwood's mouth before standing up, offering a hand down to him. ]
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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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so he lets vash take the crucifix, watches the way the cross settles against his sternum as if it'd always meant to be there. maybe it was. he grips vash's hand and pulls himself upright, dropping a kiss to his knuckles. ]
Guess I'm stuck with you.
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[ vash stretches and cracks his neck a bit before he grabs the rusted metal ladder and starts to climb down, wolfwood's cross swinging from his neck. he's surefooted and his descent his smooth. he offers to help with the punisher, gets about the response he expected, and then hops down onto the ground when he finally reaches it.
he waits for wolfwood to reach the bottom, grabs his waist and presses his chin to his shoulder. ] I meant what I said earlier, you know.
[ he's too shy to say it again, or too cowardly - maybe it's enough he got it out once, even if it wasn't a proper confession. he knows wolfwood knows, and that's enough. ] So, c'mon. Take me home and put me to bed, hm?
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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. ]