[ wolfwood doesn't usually let himself go for things like this; it's too personal, makes him too vulnerable, especially when he actually gets to ask for what he wants. he's not used to it, this unfamiliar path they're going down on, but vash makes it so easy, makes it so that he wants this, and he hisses in pain when he bites down.

pain is familiar. pain is good. he wants to carry something that vash does to him, and this? this is perfect.

his fingers thread into his hair and tightens, his eyes dark with want. he's pulling him up, before rolling vash over to pin him to the bed. ]

All mine.

[ he echoes, because he wants vash, too, and his tits are throbbing, god, the ache feels so good. ] You make me feel so fuckin' horny all the time, Spikey. 'm gonna be feeling these on my tits for awhile.

[ means: no serum. ]