[ he doesn't give wolfwood an estimate of how long he'll be because it's pointless; immediately after sending the message, he's striding into the hotel they're staying at and bounding upstairs, in a rush to get back to their room.
he barges inside, practically slamming the door closed behind him and throwing himself at the bed so he can kiss wolfwood. ]
Nicholas. You're such a tease. [ but he's not really complaining; his tone is amused and fond, and he's bright-eyed as he climbs across the bed until he's face to face with wolfwood, reaching out to cup his chin. he's still got his glove on and his jacket, but he doesn't even think about that as he leans in, brushing his lips against wolfwood's in a mockery of a kiss. ]
wolfwood's about to bitch at him one-handed -- it's hard to type when you've got one hand on your seriously hard cock and it's already starting to leak. worse, when vash tells him not to come yet and something about that order makes his dick twitch like the degenerate that he is.
he tosses the phone aside when vash barges in, half-finished message forgotten as his other hand comes to cradle the back of his neck and hold him there. he moans, leaning forward to kiss him properly, frowning at the brush of his lips. breathless, ruddy cheeks flushed, he glares at him: ]
Fuck. Fuck, I'm so goddamn horny and that's the first kiss you give me?
You're the one who started teasing. I was just keeping it up.
[ he punctuates his words with small, teasing kisses just to rile him up. vash is not sure that's true, but it doesn't really matter. he's got wolfwood naked and in bed; what else could possibly matter at the moment? he's still smiling as he finally gives in and kisses him properly, slow and sweet, taking his time to savor the kiss.
he lets go of wolfwood's chin to skim his hand down his chest and further, eventually wrapping it around his dick, pushing wolfwood's hand out of the way. his first stroke is maddeningly slow, more of a tease than anything. ]
[ god but this is worth it -- vash is finally kissing him and he moans shamelessly into it, delighted by the taste of him. he's addicted to vash's kisses, hand curling in his hair to keep him close, tipping his head back to feel the warmth of his fingers down his heaving chest, taut abs, and down his happy trail to his -- ]
Mmmmh --
[ another little moan, and he's rolling his hips, eager to lean into his stroke, wanting more. mouth parted, his free hand comes to try to push his jacket off his shoulder. ]
You weren't having any trouble keeping it up before. [ vash smiles at him, nipping at his lower lip. ] Not sure you need my help.
[ he knows, logically, that he should stop and take off his jacket and peel off his glove so he can actually feel wolfwood without the leather between them. but that would mean letting go, and he doesn't want to do that yet. his hand tightens just a smidge around wolfwood, stroking a little more firmly, although he's still slow with it. ]
[ he gives him a wicked grin, thrusting sleekly up against the butter-soft leather of his glove. should he be really taking it off? he doesn't know. but what wolfwood knows is this, that glove has gripped quite a few things, eh? can't hurt to have wolfwood's dick be one of them.
he wraps his legs around his waist firmly, nuzzling down to capture his lips in a greedy, greedy kiss, all tongue and teeth and shameless moan. already his cock is leaking pre-cum, smearing on the material of his glove. ]
Eh? [ he glances down at the glove in question, quietly amused at how well wolfwood can read him. his hand twitches reflexively, squeezing just a little tighter for a moment.
he can leave it on; the glove can be cleaned. ] Figures you'd like that.
[ he sounds hopelessly fond, even amid this, and smiles into the next kiss, deeper this time. his hand speeds up, the desire to see wolfwood come winning out over his urge to tease, twisting his hand every time he strokes over the head. ]
I like -- [ is he panting? totally not. except he is, and god, the way he squeezes so prettily takes the breath out of him. his hand comes to wrap around vash's wrist in open encouragement as he rocks up into him, fucking shamelessly into his hand.
he's been teetering on the edge for so long, stopping himself from coming that his orgasm is embarrassingly quick; a few strokes, that expert way vash handles him, and he's coming with a choked cry, streaks of cum splattering over wolfwood's naked body, over vash's clothes. ]
[ vash keeps stroking him through his orgasm, pressing kisses to the corner of his lips and jaw until wolfwood's done coming. he doesn't think anything of how quickly it took him, just happy to have been the one to make him come. ]
So good for me, [ he whispers against wolfwood's jaw, finally letting go, rutting up against him; his dick is hard, leaking in his pants, and it won't take him much to get off. ] Waiting until I got back like I asked.
[ oh, god, what the fuck. vash is whispering against him and wolfwood feels like he's melting out of his mind, because shit, that's sexy as hell and is it possible to pop a boner within seconds?
nonetheless, he's reaching down to unzip vash, to unbuckle his belt and pants, all smeared and sticky with his cum and vash's own arousal, and he manages a grin, palming his cock and his balls to massage him, thighs bracketing either side of his partner. ]
You weren't doin' a whole lot of askin'.
[ it was more like an order. he turns his head to kiss along his cheek, chasing after his lips. ]
[ vash feels his cheeks heat, a blush suffusing his face, and if they weren't kissing, he'd probably hide his face against his neck out of embarrassment. ]
I didn't mean— you could have done it anyway.
[ the fact that wolfwood did wait is hotter than it has any right to be, but vash isn't about to admit that, especially not when wolfwood has his hands on his leaking dick, making it difficult to think. he rocks his hips into wolfwood's grip, already breathing heavily. ]
[ he's so ridiculously beautiful, vash, his vash, because wolfwood is selfish enough to want something he doesn't deserve to have.
even after his orgasm, he still wants him, and he tips his head up, free hand grasping vash's chin to draw him down with a soft sigh. he kisses him again, deep and searching and hungry, tightening his hand around his cock to urge him to thrust into it. ]
Turned you on too, huh?
[ he drawls against his mouth, tightening his legs around him to keep him there. ]
You always do. [ it's impossible for him not to be turned on around wolfwood, especially when they're like this, and he got to see wolfwood come for him, because of him.
vash is so used to being the harbinger of trouble that having the chance to touch wolfwood with love, to bring pleasure—
it's a different experience. ]
I like seeing you.
[ he thrusts into wolfwood's hand with a soft whimper, the sound lost against wolfwood's mouth. he's close to the edge from their teasing and from making wolfwood come; it won't take much more for him to hit that peak. ]
[ it doesn't escape wolfwood's notice that they're being open with each other, telling each other what they like -- they still have their own issues to work through, of course; like how vash is still learning to set his own boundaries, and wolfwood is trying to open up, to trust himself with vash.
he's learning more about what he likes now -- that's what's important, right? he watches vash light up, too, his heart so full as he strokes vash's cock from root to tip, thumb rubbing over the slit of it to encourage him onward. it's intimate, loving, and it feels like a lot more than wolfwood can bear. i like seeing you. ]
Mmm -- come on, baby. Come for me.
[ he croons, feeling so powerful, feeling on top of the world when vash thrusts into his grip, and he opens up to kiss him softly, sweetly. ]
[ vash is used to the usual nicknames wolfwood uses for him, but baby feels that much more intimate, especially like this. it shouldn't be romantic or something intense, just a quick fumble started by some teasing, and yet it feels important. just them, and a quiet, intimate moment. his heart swells, almost impossibly so, and he wants nothing more than wolfwood, just them wrapped up in each other.
there's something so sweet about the kiss, about wolfwood's hands on him that vash can't hold back, rocking into his hand once more and letting go. he spurts over wolfwood's hand with a moan, cock twitching in his grasp.
he collapses against wolfwood, burying his face against wolfwood's neck, as he comes down from his orgasm, weakly struggling to finally finish taking his jacket off. ] Nick. Nico. I want to feel you.
[ there he is. wolfwood doesn't look away from him, absolutely smitten by the way vash looks so pretty when he comes. it's a profoundly intimate moment just for the two of them, and it's the most natural thing in the world, having baby spill from his lips.
the orgasm is almost an afterthought; the desire to hold him and be close is mutual, and wolfwood huffs softly at how clingy and needy vash is, when sticky threads of cum splatters over his fingers. he's helping his lover push off his jacket and his turtleneck, desperate to get him naked and twined with him, and he murmurs in his ear warmly. ]
I've got you, baby. I've got you. Shhh. [ soothing and sweet, wolfwood's heart skips a beat at the nickname. he licks the sticky ejaculate from his fingers before catching his chin to guide him to kiss him again, wanting him to taste himself. affectionate, his clean hand comes to slide down the curve of his spine.
god, the way vash says his name -- his dick is twitching already. ]
[ 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. ]
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you can't come yet
wait for me
[ he doesn't give wolfwood an estimate of how long he'll be because it's pointless; immediately after sending the message, he's striding into the hotel they're staying at and bounding upstairs, in a rush to get back to their room.
he barges inside, practically slamming the door closed behind him and throwing himself at the bed so he can kiss wolfwood. ]
Nicholas. You're such a tease. [ but he's not really complaining; his tone is amused and fond, and he's bright-eyed as he climbs across the bed until he's face to face with wolfwood, reaching out to cup his chin. he's still got his glove on and his jacket, but he doesn't even think about that as he leans in, brushing his lips against wolfwood's in a mockery of a kiss. ]
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wolfwood's about to bitch at him one-handed -- it's hard to type when you've got one hand on your seriously hard cock and it's already starting to leak. worse, when vash tells him not to come yet and something about that order makes his dick twitch like the degenerate that he is.
he tosses the phone aside when vash barges in, half-finished message forgotten as his other hand comes to cradle the back of his neck and hold him there. he moans, leaning forward to kiss him properly, frowning at the brush of his lips. breathless, ruddy cheeks flushed, he glares at him: ]
Fuck. Fuck, I'm so goddamn horny and that's the first kiss you give me?
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[ he punctuates his words with small, teasing kisses just to rile him up. vash is not sure that's true, but it doesn't really matter. he's got wolfwood naked and in bed; what else could possibly matter at the moment? he's still smiling as he finally gives in and kisses him properly, slow and sweet, taking his time to savor the kiss.
he lets go of wolfwood's chin to skim his hand down his chest and further, eventually wrapping it around his dick, pushing wolfwood's hand out of the way. his first stroke is maddeningly slow, more of a tease than anything. ]
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Mmmmh --
[ another little moan, and he's rolling his hips, eager to lean into his stroke, wanting more. mouth parted, his free hand comes to try to push his jacket off his shoulder. ]
Speaking of keeping things up --
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[ he knows, logically, that he should stop and take off his jacket and peel off his glove so he can actually feel wolfwood without the leather between them. but that would mean letting go, and he doesn't want to do that yet. his hand tightens just a smidge around wolfwood, stroking a little more firmly, although he's still slow with it. ]
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[ he gives him a wicked grin, thrusting sleekly up against the butter-soft leather of his glove. should he be really taking it off? he doesn't know. but what wolfwood knows is this, that glove has gripped quite a few things, eh? can't hurt to have wolfwood's dick be one of them.
he wraps his legs around his waist firmly, nuzzling down to capture his lips in a greedy, greedy kiss, all tongue and teeth and shameless moan. already his cock is leaking pre-cum, smearing on the material of his glove. ]
Keep your glove on.
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he can leave it on; the glove can be cleaned. ] Figures you'd like that.
[ he sounds hopelessly fond, even amid this, and smiles into the next kiss, deeper this time. his hand speeds up, the desire to see wolfwood come winning out over his urge to tease, twisting his hand every time he strokes over the head. ]
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he's been teetering on the edge for so long, stopping himself from coming that his orgasm is embarrassingly quick; a few strokes, that expert way vash handles him, and he's coming with a choked cry, streaks of cum splattering over wolfwood's naked body, over vash's clothes. ]
Vash --
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So good for me, [ he whispers against wolfwood's jaw, finally letting go, rutting up against him; his dick is hard, leaking in his pants, and it won't take him much to get off. ] Waiting until I got back like I asked.
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nonetheless, he's reaching down to unzip vash, to unbuckle his belt and pants, all smeared and sticky with his cum and vash's own arousal, and he manages a grin, palming his cock and his balls to massage him, thighs bracketing either side of his partner. ]
You weren't doin' a whole lot of askin'.
[ it was more like an order. he turns his head to kiss along his cheek, chasing after his lips. ]
That was pretty damn hot, Spikey.
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I didn't mean— you could have done it anyway.
[ the fact that wolfwood did wait is hotter than it has any right to be, but vash isn't about to admit that, especially not when wolfwood has his hands on his leaking dick, making it difficult to think. he rocks his hips into wolfwood's grip, already breathing heavily. ]
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even after his orgasm, he still wants him, and he tips his head up, free hand grasping vash's chin to draw him down with a soft sigh. he kisses him again, deep and searching and hungry, tightening his hand around his cock to urge him to thrust into it. ]
Turned you on too, huh?
[ he drawls against his mouth, tightening his legs around him to keep him there. ]
You like it when I listen.
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vash is so used to being the harbinger of trouble that having the chance to touch wolfwood with love, to bring pleasure—
it's a different experience. ]
I like seeing you.
[ he thrusts into wolfwood's hand with a soft whimper, the sound lost against wolfwood's mouth. he's close to the edge from their teasing and from making wolfwood come; it won't take much more for him to hit that peak. ]
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he's learning more about what he likes now -- that's what's important, right? he watches vash light up, too, his heart so full as he strokes vash's cock from root to tip, thumb rubbing over the slit of it to encourage him onward. it's intimate, loving, and it feels like a lot more than wolfwood can bear. i like seeing you. ]
Mmm -- come on, baby. Come for me.
[ he croons, feeling so powerful, feeling on top of the world when vash thrusts into his grip, and he opens up to kiss him softly, sweetly. ]
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there's something so sweet about the kiss, about wolfwood's hands on him that vash can't hold back, rocking into his hand once more and letting go. he spurts over wolfwood's hand with a moan, cock twitching in his grasp.
he collapses against wolfwood, burying his face against wolfwood's neck, as he comes down from his orgasm, weakly struggling to finally finish taking his jacket off. ] Nick. Nico. I want to feel you.
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the orgasm is almost an afterthought; the desire to hold him and be close is mutual, and wolfwood huffs softly at how clingy and needy vash is, when sticky threads of cum splatters over his fingers. he's helping his lover push off his jacket and his turtleneck, desperate to get him naked and twined with him, and he murmurs in his ear warmly. ]
I've got you, baby. I've got you. Shhh. [ soothing and sweet, wolfwood's heart skips a beat at the nickname. he licks the sticky ejaculate from his fingers before catching his chin to guide him to kiss him again, wanting him to taste himself. affectionate, his clean hand comes to slide down the curve of his spine.
god, the way vash says his name -- his dick is twitching already. ]
You wanna go again, huh?
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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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