[ wolfwood says a little too quickly, then manages to say, before it gets too weird. ] No, I don't want you to stop.
[ he tests that assertion out, quietly pleased to know that he means it, as he searches vash's eyes for any sign of discomfort, that he might not like this. he wants more of those marks, he wants to be bruised and marked up and aching, like those times when they get a little too rough with each other before they stop. he loves the faint bruises he'd left on vash, himself, the way he knows vash would carry them with him for the rest of the day.
he smiles, reaching down to vash's inner thigh to where he knows a couple of fading bruises still are, gently brushing over it. ]
I like it when you bite. You could do it harder next time, if you want.
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[ wolfwood says a little too quickly, then manages to say, before it gets too weird. ] No, I don't want you to stop.
[ he tests that assertion out, quietly pleased to know that he means it, as he searches vash's eyes for any sign of discomfort, that he might not like this. he wants more of those marks, he wants to be bruised and marked up and aching, like those times when they get a little too rough with each other before they stop. he loves the faint bruises he'd left on vash, himself, the way he knows vash would carry them with him for the rest of the day.
he smiles, reaching down to vash's inner thigh to where he knows a couple of fading bruises still are, gently brushing over it. ]
I like it when you bite. You could do it harder next time, if you want.