[ he doesn't give wolfwood an estimate of how long he'll be because it's pointless; immediately after sending the message, he's striding into the hotel they're staying at and bounding upstairs, in a rush to get back to their room.
he barges inside, practically slamming the door closed behind him and throwing himself at the bed so he can kiss wolfwood. ]
Nicholas. You're such a tease. [ but he's not really complaining; his tone is amused and fond, and he's bright-eyed as he climbs across the bed until he's face to face with wolfwood, reaching out to cup his chin. he's still got his glove on and his jacket, but he doesn't even think about that as he leans in, brushing his lips against wolfwood's in a mockery of a kiss. ]
wolfwood's about to bitch at him one-handed -- it's hard to type when you've got one hand on your seriously hard cock and it's already starting to leak. worse, when vash tells him not to come yet and something about that order makes his dick twitch like the degenerate that he is.
he tosses the phone aside when vash barges in, half-finished message forgotten as his other hand comes to cradle the back of his neck and hold him there. he moans, leaning forward to kiss him properly, frowning at the brush of his lips. breathless, ruddy cheeks flushed, he glares at him: ]
Fuck. Fuck, I'm so goddamn horny and that's the first kiss you give me?
You're the one who started teasing. I was just keeping it up.
[ he punctuates his words with small, teasing kisses just to rile him up. vash is not sure that's true, but it doesn't really matter. he's got wolfwood naked and in bed; what else could possibly matter at the moment? he's still smiling as he finally gives in and kisses him properly, slow and sweet, taking his time to savor the kiss.
he lets go of wolfwood's chin to skim his hand down his chest and further, eventually wrapping it around his dick, pushing wolfwood's hand out of the way. his first stroke is maddeningly slow, more of a tease than anything. ]
[ god but this is worth it -- vash is finally kissing him and he moans shamelessly into it, delighted by the taste of him. he's addicted to vash's kisses, hand curling in his hair to keep him close, tipping his head back to feel the warmth of his fingers down his heaving chest, taut abs, and down his happy trail to his -- ]
Mmmmh --
[ another little moan, and he's rolling his hips, eager to lean into his stroke, wanting more. mouth parted, his free hand comes to try to push his jacket off his shoulder. ]
You weren't having any trouble keeping it up before. [ vash smiles at him, nipping at his lower lip. ] Not sure you need my help.
[ he knows, logically, that he should stop and take off his jacket and peel off his glove so he can actually feel wolfwood without the leather between them. but that would mean letting go, and he doesn't want to do that yet. his hand tightens just a smidge around wolfwood, stroking a little more firmly, although he's still slow with it. ]
[ he gives him a wicked grin, thrusting sleekly up against the butter-soft leather of his glove. should he be really taking it off? he doesn't know. but what wolfwood knows is this, that glove has gripped quite a few things, eh? can't hurt to have wolfwood's dick be one of them.
he wraps his legs around his waist firmly, nuzzling down to capture his lips in a greedy, greedy kiss, all tongue and teeth and shameless moan. already his cock is leaking pre-cum, smearing on the material of his glove. ]
Eh? [ he glances down at the glove in question, quietly amused at how well wolfwood can read him. his hand twitches reflexively, squeezing just a little tighter for a moment.
he can leave it on; the glove can be cleaned. ] Figures you'd like that.
[ he sounds hopelessly fond, even amid this, and smiles into the next kiss, deeper this time. his hand speeds up, the desire to see wolfwood come winning out over his urge to tease, twisting his hand every time he strokes over the head. ]
I like -- [ is he panting? totally not. except he is, and god, the way he squeezes so prettily takes the breath out of him. his hand comes to wrap around vash's wrist in open encouragement as he rocks up into him, fucking shamelessly into his hand.
he's been teetering on the edge for so long, stopping himself from coming that his orgasm is embarrassingly quick; a few strokes, that expert way vash handles him, and he's coming with a choked cry, streaks of cum splattering over wolfwood's naked body, over vash's clothes. ]
[ vash keeps stroking him through his orgasm, pressing kisses to the corner of his lips and jaw until wolfwood's done coming. he doesn't think anything of how quickly it took him, just happy to have been the one to make him come. ]
So good for me, [ he whispers against wolfwood's jaw, finally letting go, rutting up against him; his dick is hard, leaking in his pants, and it won't take him much to get off. ] Waiting until I got back like I asked.
[ oh, god, what the fuck. vash is whispering against him and wolfwood feels like he's melting out of his mind, because shit, that's sexy as hell and is it possible to pop a boner within seconds?
nonetheless, he's reaching down to unzip vash, to unbuckle his belt and pants, all smeared and sticky with his cum and vash's own arousal, and he manages a grin, palming his cock and his balls to massage him, thighs bracketing either side of his partner. ]
You weren't doin' a whole lot of askin'.
[ it was more like an order. he turns his head to kiss along his cheek, chasing after his lips. ]
[ vash feels his cheeks heat, a blush suffusing his face, and if they weren't kissing, he'd probably hide his face against his neck out of embarrassment. ]
I didn't mean— you could have done it anyway.
[ the fact that wolfwood did wait is hotter than it has any right to be, but vash isn't about to admit that, especially not when wolfwood has his hands on his leaking dick, making it difficult to think. he rocks his hips into wolfwood's grip, already breathing heavily. ]
[ he's so ridiculously beautiful, vash, his vash, because wolfwood is selfish enough to want something he doesn't deserve to have.
even after his orgasm, he still wants him, and he tips his head up, free hand grasping vash's chin to draw him down with a soft sigh. he kisses him again, deep and searching and hungry, tightening his hand around his cock to urge him to thrust into it. ]
Turned you on too, huh?
[ he drawls against his mouth, tightening his legs around him to keep him there. ]
You always do. [ it's impossible for him not to be turned on around wolfwood, especially when they're like this, and he got to see wolfwood come for him, because of him.
vash is so used to being the harbinger of trouble that having the chance to touch wolfwood with love, to bring pleasure—
it's a different experience. ]
I like seeing you.
[ he thrusts into wolfwood's hand with a soft whimper, the sound lost against wolfwood's mouth. he's close to the edge from their teasing and from making wolfwood come; it won't take much more for him to hit that peak. ]
[ today's shaping up to be a bad day already. vash is rarely this stubborn about things that don't matter -- and to wolfwood, a plushie left behind in a hotel really doesn't matter, and they're right in the middle of an argument in the backseat of meryl's car. of course, meryl and roberto, ever long-suffering, are silent in the front. ]
-- I'm just saying, you can get another plushie! Why are we going all the way back just for it?
[ there's no happy, pleasant smile on vash's face, and his expression shifts from mopey to mulish, lips pressing into a firm line, brows furrowing. his arms, previously folded over his chest, drop to his lap, and he curls his fingers into fists.
he's frustrated and loud because of it, angry in a way he rarely is, and the way wolfwood's digging in doesn't help. the tension in the car is palpable. ]
[ ohhhh he knows the look on that face. it means that vash has dug his heels in for some godforsaken reason. worse: he doesn't even tell him the reason! and why the fuck is he so mad about this? ]
Because is not a reason! Going back means we waste half a day on this!
[ okay, so it really, really bothers wolfwood that he's so hung up on this mysterious plushie that he's willing to fight with him over it. usually their fights are petty and short-lived, their more serious fights include wolfwood's penchant for killing. this seems to swing into the latter without -- well, without a reason.
and unhelpfully, his brain fills in that reason: maybe it's something precious from someone he'd met along the way. and so, well, it's a growing jealousy that sets in, feeding off of vash's anger. ]
Why doesn't it matter? And don't tell me something shitty like because! We're gonna waste 12 shitty hours on something like this? What the hell, Spikey!
[ that's a good enough reason, isn't it? that it's important to him, something precious and beloved, and he doesn't have it in his bag where it should be. especially since it was a gift from wolfwood. it sheds doubt: was the gift just a joke?
if, perhaps, vash was capable of being rational about the plushie, he could explain, but the absence is keenly felt, and he feels thrown off.
he looks away from wolfwood. ]
Can't believe you're upset that we're going back. Tell me why that matters. It's not like you're paying to charge the truck.
[ wolfwood is bristling. angry vash means mean and petty vash, and this is clearly stage 2 of vash's anger when he lashes out, but that's great, because wolfwood can be mean and petty and lash out, too! ]
And I can't believe that you'd be throwing a tantrum for a stuffed toy. Goddammit. Aren't you more than a hundred years old?
[ and wolfwood is shoving at his shoulder! he's just as angry for reasons he can't explain, like how vash might have someone else he likes, and maybe it was a gift from someone else, and -- ]
[ vash jerks forward, stopped only by his seatbelt because he's the only sensible one in the car, but that only hinders for a split second while he unclasps it and shoves into wolfwood's space. ]
Big guy thinks he's so tough because he doesn't need anything like that? Fuck you.
[ vash rarely curses, but he's spitting mad now. mad enough that he lashes out with his fist, punching wolfwood's arm. ]
[ oh, that's so unpleasantly new -- vash doesn't swear unless... well, he doesn't swear, and the suddenness of it takes him by surprise and offends him, and he punches him in the arm back!! ]
What the fuck --
[ meanwhile, meryl swerves the car suddenly! turning to head back to the hotel and getting the two children in the back tangled up and scuffling. "hey! no fighting!" ]
[ the suddenness of the car swerving sends vash sliding into wolfwood, knocking into him with a grunt, his head slamming against wolfwood's face. for a moment, he considers apologizing since that wasn't intentional, but the anger is still there, and he glares at wolfwood as he looks at meryl and roberto in the front.
he mutters, "sorry," to meryl and pushes away from wolfwood as the car speeds up, settling back into his seat, folding his arms over his chest.
(it isn't actually a twelve-hour drive, vash was being dramatic with wolfwood's "half a day's trip" comment, but it feels like forever, the way he's stewing in his anger.) ]
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you can't come yet
wait for me
[ he doesn't give wolfwood an estimate of how long he'll be because it's pointless; immediately after sending the message, he's striding into the hotel they're staying at and bounding upstairs, in a rush to get back to their room.
he barges inside, practically slamming the door closed behind him and throwing himself at the bed so he can kiss wolfwood. ]
Nicholas. You're such a tease. [ but he's not really complaining; his tone is amused and fond, and he's bright-eyed as he climbs across the bed until he's face to face with wolfwood, reaching out to cup his chin. he's still got his glove on and his jacket, but he doesn't even think about that as he leans in, brushing his lips against wolfwood's in a mockery of a kiss. ]
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wolfwood's about to bitch at him one-handed -- it's hard to type when you've got one hand on your seriously hard cock and it's already starting to leak. worse, when vash tells him not to come yet and something about that order makes his dick twitch like the degenerate that he is.
he tosses the phone aside when vash barges in, half-finished message forgotten as his other hand comes to cradle the back of his neck and hold him there. he moans, leaning forward to kiss him properly, frowning at the brush of his lips. breathless, ruddy cheeks flushed, he glares at him: ]
Fuck. Fuck, I'm so goddamn horny and that's the first kiss you give me?
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[ he punctuates his words with small, teasing kisses just to rile him up. vash is not sure that's true, but it doesn't really matter. he's got wolfwood naked and in bed; what else could possibly matter at the moment? he's still smiling as he finally gives in and kisses him properly, slow and sweet, taking his time to savor the kiss.
he lets go of wolfwood's chin to skim his hand down his chest and further, eventually wrapping it around his dick, pushing wolfwood's hand out of the way. his first stroke is maddeningly slow, more of a tease than anything. ]
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Mmmmh --
[ another little moan, and he's rolling his hips, eager to lean into his stroke, wanting more. mouth parted, his free hand comes to try to push his jacket off his shoulder. ]
Speaking of keeping things up --
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[ he knows, logically, that he should stop and take off his jacket and peel off his glove so he can actually feel wolfwood without the leather between them. but that would mean letting go, and he doesn't want to do that yet. his hand tightens just a smidge around wolfwood, stroking a little more firmly, although he's still slow with it. ]
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[ he gives him a wicked grin, thrusting sleekly up against the butter-soft leather of his glove. should he be really taking it off? he doesn't know. but what wolfwood knows is this, that glove has gripped quite a few things, eh? can't hurt to have wolfwood's dick be one of them.
he wraps his legs around his waist firmly, nuzzling down to capture his lips in a greedy, greedy kiss, all tongue and teeth and shameless moan. already his cock is leaking pre-cum, smearing on the material of his glove. ]
Keep your glove on.
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he can leave it on; the glove can be cleaned. ] Figures you'd like that.
[ he sounds hopelessly fond, even amid this, and smiles into the next kiss, deeper this time. his hand speeds up, the desire to see wolfwood come winning out over his urge to tease, twisting his hand every time he strokes over the head. ]
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he's been teetering on the edge for so long, stopping himself from coming that his orgasm is embarrassingly quick; a few strokes, that expert way vash handles him, and he's coming with a choked cry, streaks of cum splattering over wolfwood's naked body, over vash's clothes. ]
Vash --
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So good for me, [ he whispers against wolfwood's jaw, finally letting go, rutting up against him; his dick is hard, leaking in his pants, and it won't take him much to get off. ] Waiting until I got back like I asked.
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nonetheless, he's reaching down to unzip vash, to unbuckle his belt and pants, all smeared and sticky with his cum and vash's own arousal, and he manages a grin, palming his cock and his balls to massage him, thighs bracketing either side of his partner. ]
You weren't doin' a whole lot of askin'.
[ it was more like an order. he turns his head to kiss along his cheek, chasing after his lips. ]
That was pretty damn hot, Spikey.
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I didn't mean— you could have done it anyway.
[ the fact that wolfwood did wait is hotter than it has any right to be, but vash isn't about to admit that, especially not when wolfwood has his hands on his leaking dick, making it difficult to think. he rocks his hips into wolfwood's grip, already breathing heavily. ]
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even after his orgasm, he still wants him, and he tips his head up, free hand grasping vash's chin to draw him down with a soft sigh. he kisses him again, deep and searching and hungry, tightening his hand around his cock to urge him to thrust into it. ]
Turned you on too, huh?
[ he drawls against his mouth, tightening his legs around him to keep him there. ]
You like it when I listen.
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vash is so used to being the harbinger of trouble that having the chance to touch wolfwood with love, to bring pleasure—
it's a different experience. ]
I like seeing you.
[ he thrusts into wolfwood's hand with a soft whimper, the sound lost against wolfwood's mouth. he's close to the edge from their teasing and from making wolfwood come; it won't take much more for him to hit that peak. ]
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PLUSHIE shenanigans
-- I'm just saying, you can get another plushie! Why are we going all the way back just for it?
:3
[ there's no happy, pleasant smile on vash's face, and his expression shifts from mopey to mulish, lips pressing into a firm line, brows furrowing. his arms, previously folded over his chest, drop to his lap, and he curls his fingers into fists.
he's frustrated and loud because of it, angry in a way he rarely is, and the way wolfwood's digging in doesn't help. the tension in the car is palpable. ]
Why does it matter to you if we have to go back?
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Because is not a reason! Going back means we waste half a day on this!
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[ his jaw clenches, teeth grinding, and he stares daggers at wolfwood. ]
Why are you so hung up on this?
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and unhelpfully, his brain fills in that reason: maybe it's something precious from someone he'd met along the way. and so, well, it's a growing jealousy that sets in, feeding off of vash's anger. ]
Why doesn't it matter? And don't tell me something shitty like because! We're gonna waste 12 shitty hours on something like this? What the hell, Spikey!
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[ that's a good enough reason, isn't it? that it's important to him, something precious and beloved, and he doesn't have it in his bag where it should be. especially since it was a gift from wolfwood. it sheds doubt: was the gift just a joke?
if, perhaps, vash was capable of being rational about the plushie, he could explain, but the absence is keenly felt, and he feels thrown off.
he looks away from wolfwood. ]
Can't believe you're upset that we're going back. Tell me why that matters. It's not like you're paying to charge the truck.
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And I can't believe that you'd be throwing a tantrum for a stuffed toy. Goddammit. Aren't you more than a hundred years old?
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What does my age have to do with anything? Are you so big and tough you can't understand that people like having something comforting with them?
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Yeah, Maybe I am! So what?
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Big guy thinks he's so tough because he doesn't need anything like that? Fuck you.
[ vash rarely curses, but he's spitting mad now. mad enough that he lashes out with his fist, punching wolfwood's arm. ]
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What the fuck --
[ meanwhile, meryl swerves the car suddenly! turning to head back to the hotel and getting the two children in the back tangled up and scuffling. "hey! no fighting!" ]
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he mutters, "sorry," to meryl and pushes away from wolfwood as the car speeds up, settling back into his seat, folding his arms over his chest.
(it isn't actually a twelve-hour drive, vash was being dramatic with wolfwood's "half a day's trip" comment, but it feels like forever, the way he's stewing in his anger.) ]
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