Well, I did our laundry, and stocked up your favourite donuts in the mini-fridge.
[ wolfwood murmurs, reaching up to tuck vash's hair behind his ears, tracing over the stray locks of it. he hisses when he feels that bite, and he presses into his touch, eyes lidding at the familiar aching pain of it. it's milder, so much milder, and wolfwood wants more. wonders what vash will say if he says he wants him to make it hurt.
maybe that'll ruin the mood.
nuzzling against his jawline, his other hand comes to slide up and down the dip of his waist, lightly pinching in retaliation. he smiles lazily, gently nudging vash's face upwards so they can kiss, slow and affectionate. ]
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[ wolfwood murmurs, reaching up to tuck vash's hair behind his ears, tracing over the stray locks of it. he hisses when he feels that bite, and he presses into his touch, eyes lidding at the familiar aching pain of it. it's milder, so much milder, and wolfwood wants more. wonders what vash will say if he says he wants him to make it hurt.
maybe that'll ruin the mood.
nuzzling against his jawline, his other hand comes to slide up and down the dip of his waist, lightly pinching in retaliation. he smiles lazily, gently nudging vash's face upwards so they can kiss, slow and affectionate. ]
You like biting, don't ya?