[ wolfwood laughs when vash flails and tugs him back, happy to let him keep his surprise as he cups his cheek in his hand. he doesn't remember when he's last felt this happy, this warm and full of affection for the man in his arms.
he's pressing a kiss to his forehead, to his nose, to his cheek, hands coming to slide up this thighs and to pull him atop himself as he rolls over onto his own back, grinning up at vash. he's all wolf, mischievous and leering, warmed by his thoughtfulness. ]
Did you take one for yourself before you came? I thought I tasted berry.
[ hands resting on the juicy, plump asscheeks, he squeezes. he won't look; and it's not hard, not when vash is so beautiful straddled atop him. ]
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he's pressing a kiss to his forehead, to his nose, to his cheek, hands coming to slide up this thighs and to pull him atop himself as he rolls over onto his own back, grinning up at vash. he's all wolf, mischievous and leering, warmed by his thoughtfulness. ]
Did you take one for yourself before you came? I thought I tasted berry.
[ hands resting on the juicy, plump asscheeks, he squeezes. he won't look; and it's not hard, not when vash is so beautiful straddled atop him. ]