[ vash leans into wolfwood once he strips off his jacket and turtle neck, kissing him until he can only taste wolfwood, nothing remaining of his own taste, and only then does he break the kiss. it's so easy to get lost in wolfwood's touch and kiss, especially after being away from him for a few days. ]
I have a gift for you. I'll grab it later. [ it's not big, and one of his plans to surprise wolfwood with a gift just of vash was ruined. he could save that for another time.
vash ducks his head, pressing his forehead to wolfwood's shoulder as he asks about going again. of course vash does; once wasn't enough. but it's enough to just lay in wolfwood's arms, clinging to him. ]
[ oh, he really likes the way his cum tastes, huh? wolfwood is smiling into the kiss, so warmed and endeared by how eager he is. his hands roam vash's body, shifting over the mapping him out anew and keeping him in his embrace.
vash is in a snuggly mood, it's clear, and wolfwood looks back at him, his fingers curling in vash's hair, gently sifting strands through them. ]
You mean this isn't the gift?
[ he asks cheekily, giving him a suggestive once-over because he can. he's ruffling vash's fluffy hair, making it even more unkempt. he's in a good, lazy mood; having vash's warm body pressed into his arms feel so, so good. ]
[ not so much that as he likes wolfwood and his taste, and wants more of that. he could do without tasting himself, but he'll deal with that if it means getting to wolfwood.
when wolfwood asks if this is the gift, vash can't help but laugh, muffling the sound against wolfwood's shoulder. ]
No! I did bring you something, I said I was going to, to make up for leaving you this time. [ he pouts, lifting his head to look at wolfwood, although it really is half-hearted; he's too relaxed to be that pouty. especially with wolfwood's fingers in his hair, his body feels languid, relaxed. ] Although I was going to have a surprise for you if I got back and you weren't in the room. That'll have to wait.
[ until he can manage to wrap himself in that ribbon for wolfwood. ]
[ there's something that soars in his heart when he hears him laugh, so sweet and so genuine that it makes him smile goofily, like the idiot that he is. he's nosing into his fluffy hair and tracing circles over his scarred back, tracing over some of the faded scar tissue affectionately.
he loves how relaxed vash feels, how he lays so comfortably in his arms like he was made just for him. he's ducking his head so that he can lay kisses on the slope of his shoulder, a hand sliding up and down his side, tracing over the dip of his hip. ]
Mmm...? It'll have to wait for what? What's brewing in that little noggin of yours?
Nothing's brewing. [ and it isn't; he already knows what he intends to do, it's just a matter of finding the right moment. ] Are you accusing me of plotting something?
[ vash rarely has a plan. most of the time, he's just coming up with something on the fly. the fact that he's thought this through is impressive.
it's taken time, but he doesn't mind wolfwood's hand running over his back. the scars aren't too sensitive anymore, and he likes the feeling of wolfwood's hands against him, so it's easy to ignore how ugly they are. it helps that he can feel just how affectionate wolfwood is, his touch tender and lips soft against his shoulder. ] Maybe I wanna give you the surprise at a special time.
[ no, no, something's brewing, wolfwood can just tell. see, right there in that brain of his? wolfwood can see it. vash has a plan or something. his fingers pause at the wing of his shoulder, tracing over the ridged scar tissue, trailing down to smooth skin after.
wolfwood recognises this scar, spent endless nights kissing it, and then when his fingers trace over metal, he gently rubs over it. he's beautiful, so beautiful, and he trails his kisses up to his earring, lips brushing over the hoop. ]
See, I knew you were planning something. A surprise, huh?
[ hmmmm. ] I didn't see you bring any gift in. [ he's turning to look behind himself! ]
[ wolfwood's tongue is the best distraction, especially as his lips brush over vash's earring. a soft whimper escapes him, almost involuntary, and he shivers; who knew that would be so sensitive?
it's almost good enough to keep vash distracted from realizing what wolfwood is doing, but he wisens up quickly enough when wolfwood starts to shift. vash grumbles out a protest. ]
That's because it's hidden. [ and not very well, vash realizes when he peeks over wolfwood's shoulder to see his jacket, the 'gift' spilling out of his pocket. he flails a little, grabbing wolfwood a little tighter to pull his attention back. ] Don't you know what a gift should be? A surprise!
[ aka, no peeking! ]
I also got you some more lollipops, you were running low. And a new pack of cigarettes for the ones I stole. [ which are still tucked into his jacket as well, and he'll keep those, just in case they've separated like that again. ] They're in my bag, I'll dig them out later.
[ 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. ]
I got hungry on the way back. [ a sucker really isn't food, but it was enough for the time, especially since he was impatient to return to their room.
he stretches out on top of wolfwood, relaxing a little when it seems he won't peek. he runs one hand down his chest, idly petting him, content to relax like this, even with those hands on his ass. it's a far cry from anything vash has ever done, even if he thought deeply about falling in love. there's some lingering arousal, common when wolfwood is touching him, but there's no pressing need, just a simple desire to cuddle up to him. ]
[ a sucker is definitely not food, vash! wolfwood's reaching for his phone lazily, but is in no particular hurry to get it done when vash is petting his fuzzy chest and is curled up on him like a cat.
he sighs, pleased and warm and so, so lazy in post-coital bliss, his other hand coming to curl in his hair to stroke through his spiky locks. ]
Before I was jerking myself off to the memory of fucking you?
Later, when we feel like getting up. [ he is still somewhat hungry but it's not a pressing need; vash can easily go without food for a while. besides, he's comfortable, and wolfwood is relaxed, why interrupt a good thing? ]
You couldn't have been doing that the entire time I was gone. [ it wasn't that long, but it also wasn't just a quick jaunt down to the store.
vash presses his lips against wolfwood's chest, then bites down gently. ]
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. ]
Donuts? [ that does make him perk up, although he's still too lazy to get up in the moment. and he shouldn't rush through them right away when wolfwood was kind enough to restock them.
he squeaks when wolfwood pinches him, then laughs, still grinning when wolfwood kisses him. he feels so comfortable there, snuggled up against wolfwood, and he doesn't want to move away from this moment. ]
I do. [ he confesses to it quietly. vash isn't a possessive person, it's not about that, but he likes seeing those bite marks on wolfwood, likes the way he hisses, and how they're still there for hours, a reminder of what they did together. he hopes wolfwood looks at them and knows he's loved. just like how he appreciates the marks wolfwood leaves when he forgets himself and squeezes his hips tightly or bites him in return.
he hopes they're more pleasurable than anything else wolfwood's been dealt. ] Do you want me to stop?
[ 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.
[ wolfwood's fingers are gentle, even when they're rough, but the touch still makes vash shudder. he doesn't like pain, doesn't actively seek it out, and intentional pain in bed would be a mood killer for him. but this isn't pain, even when wolfwood's leaving those marks, even when vash presses down on them later; it's sensation, desperation, the display of needy, human emotions, and a stark reminder of what they did, which vash likes more than he'd ever admit. he feels alive, in ways vash hasn't felt alive, when he's caught in wolfwood's arms.
and while he might not understand why wolfwood would want it harder, firmer, vash can do that for him. he doesn't need to entirely understand in order to accept it, to love this piece of him that wolfwood's sharing. he's been sharing it, in little bits and pieces, but to have him say that means even more. he ducks his head, kissing his neck, and bites there, firm and unrelenting. it'll leave a mark, and vash didn't think too much about where to leave it, so it's entirely likely wolfwood won't be able to cover it up.
(something about that makes him happier than vash likes to acknowledge. he's dangerous, deadly, and wolfwood deserves so much better than this.) ]
[ wolfwood chides him gently, but he's smiling, clearly enjoying the way he kisses and bites, exhaling a pleased sound. his brown eyes are warm, filled with slow-building arousal and delight at just how good it feels. the sting of the bite, the intimacy of it, with the softness of his lips swirl into something that makes wolfwood almost dizzy.
he's marked, too. claimed by this beautiful man in his arms, so soft and so kind out of his own will. he catches glimpses of that danger, the warning that the humanoid typhoon might be the death of him one day, but he doesn't care. to wolfwood, vash is the one person who sees and understands him, who challenges him to be a better man. he's more than the rumors that rage around him, and in this wide, wild world they've found each other and connected so powerfully that wolfwood finds himself addicted to him, drawn so helplessly to this man time after time.
he reaches up to scratch lightly behind his ear in reward, pressing his chest up against him to seal their bodies together. ]
Shortie's gonna ask questions. I'm gonna tell them I was bitten by a wild creature.
[ with that light touch, vash goes boneless, practically melting against wolfwood's chest with a happy sound escaping him. he nuzzles against wolfwood's chest, eyes half-closed, and the thought of possibly doing anything else for the rest of the day is long gone. ]
She'll ask questions about that and worry.
[ it's a sleepy response, only half cognizant. wolfwood is comfortable, and vash feels safe around him, unguarded and open. no one else has ever touched him with half the affection as wolfwood, and vash sinks into that feeling so easily. ]
[ oh, this is so absolutely endearing. wolfwood is smiling when vash practically melts into him, and the sound that he makes is so magical; it's like pleasing a purring kitten. he presses kisses to the crown of his head and makes an equally sleepy hum of approval, light fingers trailing over his biceps, then his jaw and cheek to tease. ]
She won't worry. She's smart, you know. She'll figure it out and judge you.
[ he teases him, before nuzzling against the crown of his head and breathing him in. ]
You should bite me again, near where you just did.
Again? Then she really will figure it out and judge me. [ not that it stops him. he nuzzles against wolfwood's neck and kisses it, sucking long enough to leave a mark before biting down, just next to the first one he left.
he hums against wolfwood's neck, content and happy just to do this. he doesn't bite again but does leave small, soft kisses against his neck. sorry, wolfwood, you're stuck with a sleepy, giant golden retriever now. ]
[ he breathes, shivering with pleasure under him, pleased and warm, feeling a low arousal simmering under his skin, a familiar yearning for vash, but not enough to do anything about it right now save for lazing with him. he's squeezing his hip, tangling their limbs together as he presses his thigh between both of vash's.
he's gathering him in his arms, soothed and humming. ]
Hey. Do you remember when you said I had a deep throat?
[ vash is silent for a moment, trying to remember that, and then whines loudly, burying his face against wolfwood's shoulder as he draws out the sound. ]
I meant deep voice! I just forgot what word to use.
[ wolfwood's grin is mischievous, so mischievous, because he's lifting the blankets to look down at his dick, reaching down to curl his hand over it, gently stroking. ]
Really? It looks big and juicy to me. A little limp, though.
[ although wolfwood's touch does make his dick twitch, already starting to rise, and he lifts his head to glare at wolfwood. it's an ineffective glare, vash still too relaxed from his orgasm to look particularly fierce. ]
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I have a gift for you. I'll grab it later. [ it's not big, and one of his plans to surprise wolfwood with a gift just of vash was ruined. he could save that for another time.
vash ducks his head, pressing his forehead to wolfwood's shoulder as he asks about going again. of course vash does; once wasn't enough. but it's enough to just lay in wolfwood's arms, clinging to him. ]
We don't have to. Not yet.
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vash is in a snuggly mood, it's clear, and wolfwood looks back at him, his fingers curling in vash's hair, gently sifting strands through them. ]
You mean this isn't the gift?
[ he asks cheekily, giving him a suggestive once-over because he can. he's ruffling vash's fluffy hair, making it even more unkempt. he's in a good, lazy mood; having vash's warm body pressed into his arms feel so, so good. ]
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when wolfwood asks if this is the gift, vash can't help but laugh, muffling the sound against wolfwood's shoulder. ]
No! I did bring you something, I said I was going to, to make up for leaving you this time. [ he pouts, lifting his head to look at wolfwood, although it really is half-hearted; he's too relaxed to be that pouty. especially with wolfwood's fingers in his hair, his body feels languid, relaxed. ] Although I was going to have a surprise for you if I got back and you weren't in the room. That'll have to wait.
[ until he can manage to wrap himself in that ribbon for wolfwood. ]
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he loves how relaxed vash feels, how he lays so comfortably in his arms like he was made just for him. he's ducking his head so that he can lay kisses on the slope of his shoulder, a hand sliding up and down his side, tracing over the dip of his hip. ]
Mmm...? It'll have to wait for what? What's brewing in that little noggin of yours?
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[ vash rarely has a plan. most of the time, he's just coming up with something on the fly. the fact that he's thought this through is impressive.
it's taken time, but he doesn't mind wolfwood's hand running over his back. the scars aren't too sensitive anymore, and he likes the feeling of wolfwood's hands against him, so it's easy to ignore how ugly they are. it helps that he can feel just how affectionate wolfwood is, his touch tender and lips soft against his shoulder. ] Maybe I wanna give you the surprise at a special time.
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wolfwood recognises this scar, spent endless nights kissing it, and then when his fingers trace over metal, he gently rubs over it. he's beautiful, so beautiful, and he trails his kisses up to his earring, lips brushing over the hoop. ]
See, I knew you were planning something. A surprise, huh?
[ hmmmm. ] I didn't see you bring any gift in. [ he's turning to look behind himself! ]
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it's almost good enough to keep vash distracted from realizing what wolfwood is doing, but he wisens up quickly enough when wolfwood starts to shift. vash grumbles out a protest. ]
That's because it's hidden. [ and not very well, vash realizes when he peeks over wolfwood's shoulder to see his jacket, the 'gift' spilling out of his pocket. he flails a little, grabbing wolfwood a little tighter to pull his attention back. ] Don't you know what a gift should be? A surprise!
[ aka, no peeking! ]
I also got you some more lollipops, you were running low. And a new pack of cigarettes for the ones I stole. [ which are still tucked into his jacket as well, and he'll keep those, just in case they've separated like that again. ] They're in my bag, I'll dig them out later.
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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. ]
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he stretches out on top of wolfwood, relaxing a little when it seems he won't peek. he runs one hand down his chest, idly petting him, content to relax like this, even with those hands on his ass. it's a far cry from anything vash has ever done, even if he thought deeply about falling in love. there's some lingering arousal, common when wolfwood is touching him, but there's no pressing need, just a simple desire to cuddle up to him. ]
What did you do while I was gone?
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[ a sucker is definitely not food, vash! wolfwood's reaching for his phone lazily, but is in no particular hurry to get it done when vash is petting his fuzzy chest and is curled up on him like a cat.
he sighs, pleased and warm and so, so lazy in post-coital bliss, his other hand coming to curl in his hair to stroke through his spiky locks. ]
Before I was jerking myself off to the memory of fucking you?
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You couldn't have been doing that the entire time I was gone. [ it wasn't that long, but it also wasn't just a quick jaunt down to the store.
vash presses his lips against wolfwood's chest, then bites down gently. ]
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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?
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he squeaks when wolfwood pinches him, then laughs, still grinning when wolfwood kisses him. he feels so comfortable there, snuggled up against wolfwood, and he doesn't want to move away from this moment. ]
I do. [ he confesses to it quietly. vash isn't a possessive person, it's not about that, but he likes seeing those bite marks on wolfwood, likes the way he hisses, and how they're still there for hours, a reminder of what they did together. he hopes wolfwood looks at them and knows he's loved. just like how he appreciates the marks wolfwood leaves when he forgets himself and squeezes his hips tightly or bites him in return.
he hopes they're more pleasurable than anything else wolfwood's been dealt. ] Do you want me to stop?
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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.
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[ wolfwood's fingers are gentle, even when they're rough, but the touch still makes vash shudder. he doesn't like pain, doesn't actively seek it out, and intentional pain in bed would be a mood killer for him. but this isn't pain, even when wolfwood's leaving those marks, even when vash presses down on them later; it's sensation, desperation, the display of needy, human emotions, and a stark reminder of what they did, which vash likes more than he'd ever admit. he feels alive, in ways vash hasn't felt alive, when he's caught in wolfwood's arms.
and while he might not understand why wolfwood would want it harder, firmer, vash can do that for him. he doesn't need to entirely understand in order to accept it, to love this piece of him that wolfwood's sharing. he's been sharing it, in little bits and pieces, but to have him say that means even more. he ducks his head, kissing his neck, and bites there, firm and unrelenting. it'll leave a mark, and vash didn't think too much about where to leave it, so it's entirely likely wolfwood won't be able to cover it up.
(something about that makes him happier than vash likes to acknowledge. he's dangerous, deadly, and wolfwood deserves so much better than this.) ]
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[ wolfwood chides him gently, but he's smiling, clearly enjoying the way he kisses and bites, exhaling a pleased sound. his brown eyes are warm, filled with slow-building arousal and delight at just how good it feels. the sting of the bite, the intimacy of it, with the softness of his lips swirl into something that makes wolfwood almost dizzy.
he's marked, too. claimed by this beautiful man in his arms, so soft and so kind out of his own will. he catches glimpses of that danger, the warning that the humanoid typhoon might be the death of him one day, but he doesn't care. to wolfwood, vash is the one person who sees and understands him, who challenges him to be a better man. he's more than the rumors that rage around him, and in this wide, wild world they've found each other and connected so powerfully that wolfwood finds himself addicted to him, drawn so helplessly to this man time after time.
he reaches up to scratch lightly behind his ear in reward, pressing his chest up against him to seal their bodies together. ]
Shortie's gonna ask questions. I'm gonna tell them I was bitten by a wild creature.
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She'll ask questions about that and worry.
[ it's a sleepy response, only half cognizant. wolfwood is comfortable, and vash feels safe around him, unguarded and open. no one else has ever touched him with half the affection as wolfwood, and vash sinks into that feeling so easily. ]
Next time I'll do it lower.
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She won't worry. She's smart, you know. She'll figure it out and judge you.
[ he teases him, before nuzzling against the crown of his head and breathing him in. ]
You should bite me again, near where you just did.
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he hums against wolfwood's neck, content and happy just to do this. he doesn't bite again but does leave small, soft kisses against his neck. sorry, wolfwood, you're stuck with a sleepy, giant golden retriever now. ]
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[ he breathes, shivering with pleasure under him, pleased and warm, feeling a low arousal simmering under his skin, a familiar yearning for vash, but not enough to do anything about it right now save for lazing with him. he's squeezing his hip, tangling their limbs together as he presses his thigh between both of vash's.
he's gathering him in his arms, soothed and humming. ]
Hey. Do you remember when you said I had a deep throat?
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I meant deep voice! I just forgot what word to use.
[ he pinches wolfwood's side in retaliation ]
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Well, you're not wrong. I have a deep throat too, haven't I proved that one?
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humans are so weird. ]
Maybe my dick's just small.
[ he's definitely teasing. ]
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Really? It looks big and juicy to me. A little limp, though.
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[ although wolfwood's touch does make his dick twitch, already starting to rise, and he lifts his head to glare at wolfwood. it's an ineffective glare, vash still too relaxed from his orgasm to look particularly fierce. ]
Be a good boy for me.
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