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( he hadn't given his gift to vash under the assumption that he would get anything in return β it hadn't even been on his mind, if he's perfectly honest, just one more tentative step in the direction of repairing the chasm between them β and more to the point it had made him feel β¦ good, to do something for his brother, something that he'd thought he would like, and it turns out that his gift hadn't been ill-received.
he's making tea in the kitchen when vash makes his appearance ( he's come to like the stuff, and he might even admit it, if asked ) and he turns the moment his brother shuffles into his periphery, eyebrows raised. he knows that look, it means he's already got something on his mind, already got something planned, but β¦ all right, yeah, he's going to humor him.
( they'll get a bigger place eventually. maybe. probably. he might be used to having his own place, but it hasn't been so bad being this close to his twin. ) )
Mm? What's that look for, Vash?
he's making tea in the kitchen when vash makes his appearance ( he's come to like the stuff, and he might even admit it, if asked ) and he turns the moment his brother shuffles into his periphery, eyebrows raised. he knows that look, it means he's already got something on his mind, already got something planned, but β¦ all right, yeah, he's going to humor him.
( they'll get a bigger place eventually. maybe. probably. he might be used to having his own place, but it hasn't been so bad being this close to his twin. ) )
Mm? What's that look for, Vash?
[ This isn't the first time Vash has felt his body race towards this particular finish line, but it is the first time anyone or anything but himself and his own hands have done it. It's also been a while—years maybe, since he'd felt the inclination or desire to. Maybe that's why he feels so sensitive now? It's certainly a question on his mind as he focuses on the heated ache curling low in his stomach. To think that it's Nai that's pulling these noises out of him like he's spending the afternoon playing the piano is embarrassing.
His brother's voice pulls his thoughts outward and Vash whimpers against his mouth. Words? Use his words? How the hell does Knives expect him to use his words when he can barely think straight? Tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes and it takes so much more effort than he thought it would to push himself up with his one free hand, his back arching into each roll of their hips in the meantime. He only half-heartedly smacks his fist down against his brother's chest in response, his lower lip sticking out ever so slightly. ]
You— It's not so easy to think when-
[ He's so SO close, and it should be obvious based on the way his walls squeeze around Nai's fingers, the pleasure and pressure building with every stroke and press of those digits. The sound of just how wet he is, the pounding of his heart hammering in his ears, the sound of Nai's breathing, all of it is overwhelming, making it harder for Vash to think about anything other than chasing after that heat building in his gut. Each time Vash thinks he's pulling in a breath to speak another gasp or moan tumbles out instead and he settles a hazy-eyed look on his brother as he clenches his free hand, nails digging sharply into pale skin. The next roll of their hips that drags their cocks together is enough to push him over the edge from which he'd been so precariously dangling.
He practically buries his face in the crook of his brother's neck, teeth sinking into skin in an effort to keep from making so much noise. The force of it is almost certain to leave a mark, and later he might even apologize for it. But not right now.
He'd just been resting his hand over Nai's before, but now with muscles taught and his body still zinging, he tightens his grip to stop Nai from moving his fingers any more, his hips arching jerkily away from a touch that's pressing against now too-sensitive parts of him. Still, he's self-conscious, more than a little aware that he may very well have come before his brother even had a chance to. ]
His brother's voice pulls his thoughts outward and Vash whimpers against his mouth. Words? Use his words? How the hell does Knives expect him to use his words when he can barely think straight? Tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes and it takes so much more effort than he thought it would to push himself up with his one free hand, his back arching into each roll of their hips in the meantime. He only half-heartedly smacks his fist down against his brother's chest in response, his lower lip sticking out ever so slightly. ]
You— It's not so easy to think when-
[ He's so SO close, and it should be obvious based on the way his walls squeeze around Nai's fingers, the pleasure and pressure building with every stroke and press of those digits. The sound of just how wet he is, the pounding of his heart hammering in his ears, the sound of Nai's breathing, all of it is overwhelming, making it harder for Vash to think about anything other than chasing after that heat building in his gut. Each time Vash thinks he's pulling in a breath to speak another gasp or moan tumbles out instead and he settles a hazy-eyed look on his brother as he clenches his free hand, nails digging sharply into pale skin. The next roll of their hips that drags their cocks together is enough to push him over the edge from which he'd been so precariously dangling.
He practically buries his face in the crook of his brother's neck, teeth sinking into skin in an effort to keep from making so much noise. The force of it is almost certain to leave a mark, and later he might even apologize for it. But not right now.
He'd just been resting his hand over Nai's before, but now with muscles taught and his body still zinging, he tightens his grip to stop Nai from moving his fingers any more, his hips arching jerkily away from a touch that's pressing against now too-sensitive parts of him. Still, he's self-conscious, more than a little aware that he may very well have come before his brother even had a chance to. ]
[ His gaze shifts from his brother to the tea, and back again. There's a question on his face that isn't related to the one that had been there a moment before, but vash is quick to put it to the side (for now). ]
Well. I was thinking...if you wanted to.
[ He steps over, sliding a small box onto the counter from behind his back. It looks awfully similar to something that had been given to him back around his birthday. He pushes it over towards Nai's teacup, fingertips leaving it after lingering for a moment or two extra. ]
You don't have to, but I thought it might be fun. I found one that matches.
[ It might be a little childish, but the thought of it warms something in his chest a little. ]
Well. I was thinking...if you wanted to.
[ He steps over, sliding a small box onto the counter from behind his back. It looks awfully similar to something that had been given to him back around his birthday. He pushes it over towards Nai's teacup, fingertips leaving it after lingering for a moment or two extra. ]
You don't have to, but I thought it might be fun. I found one that matches.
[ It might be a little childish, but the thought of it warms something in his chest a little. ]
[ Vash isn't quick enough to move his hand out of the way. Nai's teeth sink into skin not once, but twice and it's all Vash can do to pull his hand out of his brother's mouth with nothing more than a shout. It doesn't look like Nai's broken the skin, but that's definitely going to leave a mark. ]
You BIT me?!
[ He hooks one arm slightly and slugs Nai in the side with his fist, just below the ribs. This stupid asshole just doesn't GET IT. He's going to DIE if he doesn't eat, or at least drink something. Vash glances from the honeybun to the bag and then to his brother again, the scowl on his face pretty severe for him. ]
What's WRONG with you Nai?! It's not going to kill you to try!! You're already weak!
You BIT me?!
[ He hooks one arm slightly and slugs Nai in the side with his fist, just below the ribs. This stupid asshole just doesn't GET IT. He's going to DIE if he doesn't eat, or at least drink something. Vash glances from the honeybun to the bag and then to his brother again, the scowl on his face pretty severe for him. ]
What's WRONG with you Nai?! It's not going to kill you to try!! You're already weak!
( as long as you aren't about to start questioning his drinking habits on top of everything else; be grateful that you haven't had to shove anything into his mouth since that first time, glad as narration is sure your fingers are for that little bit. he's learning that he likes certain things, to be sure of it. don't tease him or you might find yourselves back at square one so fast your head will spin.
nai looks down at the box when vash pushes it across the counter, curiosity getting the better of him before he even realizes he's reaching for it. the little ring inside really is almost identical, a pretty, saturated blue in place of the rich red he'd managed to find for his brother fixed into a basic silver hoop.
it makes something in the center of his chest tighten pleasantly as he looks to meet the other's gaze again. ) You want us to match? ( he smiles β genuinely smiles β and reaches to take the little box in both of his hands, turning it over and back again, admiring the trinket inside. )
Of course I want to. I assume that since you probably did your own, you know what you're doing β¦? ( it's more of a question than he means for it to be, but one pale brow rises slowly regardless, the smallest upward quirk of a corner of his mouth indicating something teasing. )
nai looks down at the box when vash pushes it across the counter, curiosity getting the better of him before he even realizes he's reaching for it. the little ring inside really is almost identical, a pretty, saturated blue in place of the rich red he'd managed to find for his brother fixed into a basic silver hoop.
it makes something in the center of his chest tighten pleasantly as he looks to meet the other's gaze again. ) You want us to match? ( he smiles β genuinely smiles β and reaches to take the little box in both of his hands, turning it over and back again, admiring the trinket inside. )
Of course I want to. I assume that since you probably did your own, you know what you're doing β¦? ( it's more of a question than he means for it to be, but one pale brow rises slowly regardless, the smallest upward quirk of a corner of his mouth indicating something teasing. )
( this might not be the first time vash has felt something like this β from another's hands, maybe β but every touch of his brother's hands and mouth had been a first for him, which means he should have been, perhaps, uncomfortably sensitive to anything that might have come after, but as it so happens he's so focused on the other's pleasure, on bringing it out of him alongside all of those gorgeous sounds that he's all but forgotten about himself entirely in the interim.
he could have already come by now, himself, but nah. narration would like to say just how delightful it is to have him hanging in pleasure limbo, even when he doesn't seem to be fussed by it at all, because vash is beautiful as he crests the wave of his pleasure and comes crashing down with it.
the threat of tears breaks across his brother's lashes like tiny constellations and he has half a mind to press his lips to them, to brush them away with kisses but he holds himself back from it, just on the off-chance that it isn't a welcome thing. that it isn't something vash wants attention drawn to.
instead, he gives over a low, rumbling chuckle that filters up from the very back of his throat as those words finally come forward, and if his fingers press just a bit harder against that spot inside him, they absolutely do not. he's not that much of a sadist β¦
( and if you believe that, something-something-time-share-in-bermuda-something-something. ) )
You get one free pass. ( he finally says instead, voice gravel-rough on the back of his tongue, thick with arousal. there's an implication in that, though, like it's going to happen again, and the thought of it alone thrills him more than he'll ever admit to.
he watches vash's pleasure flicker across his face until he presses it into the crook of his neck, until he bites and nai growls with that, too, the vibration resonating deep in his chest and filtering upward until only the very end of it is what loses itself in the air between them. heated and belonging not to himself, but his twin, much like everything else in this moment isn't his own.
nai's cock twitches against the other's own as he comes, a sound catching in the back of his own throat that comes eerily close to a whimper, but he'll be denying that until he takes his last breath; it's not like anything else he's ever had the chance to witness before, the gorgeous way his brother's body bows beneath the weight of his pleasure, of his orgasm, and he goes so far as to nuzzle into a tanned, scarred shoulder as vash's hips arch away from his hand, and at the very least he has the decency to not press further.
yet.
but something compels him to bring that hand upward, to take in the way his fingers glisten with the evidence of his pleasure, of his release, and something deeper compels him even more to bring that hand to his lips and lick at the tips of his fingers. the taste of him is sweet, heady, dizzying and before he realizes he's done so he's licking his fingers, his palm, his wrist clean with a low moan that sounds all at once pleased and β¦ just a little bit empty.
he'll realize there's still an ache in the pit of his stomach soon. but not right this second. )
he could have already come by now, himself, but nah. narration would like to say just how delightful it is to have him hanging in pleasure limbo, even when he doesn't seem to be fussed by it at all, because vash is beautiful as he crests the wave of his pleasure and comes crashing down with it.
the threat of tears breaks across his brother's lashes like tiny constellations and he has half a mind to press his lips to them, to brush them away with kisses but he holds himself back from it, just on the off-chance that it isn't a welcome thing. that it isn't something vash wants attention drawn to.
instead, he gives over a low, rumbling chuckle that filters up from the very back of his throat as those words finally come forward, and if his fingers press just a bit harder against that spot inside him, they absolutely do not. he's not that much of a sadist β¦
( and if you believe that, something-something-time-share-in-bermuda-something-something. ) )
You get one free pass. ( he finally says instead, voice gravel-rough on the back of his tongue, thick with arousal. there's an implication in that, though, like it's going to happen again, and the thought of it alone thrills him more than he'll ever admit to.
he watches vash's pleasure flicker across his face until he presses it into the crook of his neck, until he bites and nai growls with that, too, the vibration resonating deep in his chest and filtering upward until only the very end of it is what loses itself in the air between them. heated and belonging not to himself, but his twin, much like everything else in this moment isn't his own.
nai's cock twitches against the other's own as he comes, a sound catching in the back of his own throat that comes eerily close to a whimper, but he'll be denying that until he takes his last breath; it's not like anything else he's ever had the chance to witness before, the gorgeous way his brother's body bows beneath the weight of his pleasure, of his orgasm, and he goes so far as to nuzzle into a tanned, scarred shoulder as vash's hips arch away from his hand, and at the very least he has the decency to not press further.
but something compels him to bring that hand upward, to take in the way his fingers glisten with the evidence of his pleasure, of his release, and something deeper compels him even more to bring that hand to his lips and lick at the tips of his fingers. the taste of him is sweet, heady, dizzying and before he realizes he's done so he's licking his fingers, his palm, his wrist clean with a low moan that sounds all at once pleased and β¦ just a little bit empty.
he'll realize there's still an ache in the pit of his stomach soon. but not right this second. )
( vash. this really is an overreaction on your part, don't you see that? he is not going to die right this very second if you don't get some food into him. he's pretty sure, anyway. he's held out well enough up to now, though the jury's out on how long he'll be able to continue holding up this farce.
he didn't even β ) It wasn't that hard. ( there's an oomph for his troubles when the slug to his ribs comes, a grunt and nothing more. ) Don't you know better than to put anything vital near a predator's mouth? ( lol like you're in any position to call yourself a predator, knife.
he still sounds so eerily calm for how his brother is trying to manhandle food into his mouth; he sounds bored, actually, until you're already weak comes out of him and he growls around a sound that emerges as more of a snarl than it doesn't, and he heaves himself up so quickly and so sharply that he sends them both rolling. whether or not they go over the back of the couch is anyone's guess. )
I'm not weak! I never had to eat before this, and I shouldn't have to now just becauseβ
( because he's basically human. the words are lingering there at the forefront of his mind, but he refuses to say them. he will not. )
he didn't even β ) It wasn't that hard. ( there's an oomph for his troubles when the slug to his ribs comes, a grunt and nothing more. ) Don't you know better than to put anything vital near a predator's mouth? ( lol like you're in any position to call yourself a predator, knife.
he still sounds so eerily calm for how his brother is trying to manhandle food into his mouth; he sounds bored, actually, until you're already weak comes out of him and he growls around a sound that emerges as more of a snarl than it doesn't, and he heaves himself up so quickly and so sharply that he sends them both rolling. whether or not they go over the back of the couch is anyone's guess. )
I'm not weak! I never had to eat before this, and I shouldn't have to now just becauseβ
( because he's basically human. the words are lingering there at the forefront of his mind, but he refuses to say them. he will not. )
[ Op, there they go, clear over the couch, and onto the floor. The couch comes WITH them, toppling over to slam onto the ground as the brothers roll away, Vash landing on top with his hips straddling Nai, and somehow, the honeybun STILL in one of his hands. If he wants his brother to eat it, he's not going to let it get nasty on the floor.
Vash doesn't even seem bothered by the tumble, despite being no more or less human than his brother right now in this moment. His expression is angry though, angry simmering full of concern and frustration. After all of this THAT'S what he's concerned about?
It's fine, he'll finish that unfinished sentence for him. ]
Because you're as good as human?
[ The words are practically growled, a tone of voice he doesn't use often. Only when he's frustrated, desperate, and determined. ]
I'm not going to let you wither away because you're too stubborn to see that you're wrong!
Vash doesn't even seem bothered by the tumble, despite being no more or less human than his brother right now in this moment. His expression is angry though, angry simmering full of concern and frustration. After all of this THAT'S what he's concerned about?
It's fine, he'll finish that unfinished sentence for him. ]
Because you're as good as human?
[ The words are practically growled, a tone of voice he doesn't use often. Only when he's frustrated, desperate, and determined. ]
I'm not going to let you wither away because you're too stubborn to see that you're wrong!
[ No, actually. He kind of thinks it's cute. He'll have to pay attention to what kinds...
But his attention is taken away from the tea to the way his brother is looking at him and the brightness of it has Vash frozen in awe. It almost makes him forget to breathe for a moment, but he quickly draws a breath in as he lifts careful hands to brush fingertips over the curve of Nai's cheekbones. Look, let him. This is all so new still, he's just got to... get used to things.
He nods at the question his own lips quirking up at the way Nai's expression shifts into something just a little silly, hands still pressing lightly to Nai's face like he's trying to commit the expression to memory. He wishes Nai would smile more. ]
It might hurt. But I know how.
But his attention is taken away from the tea to the way his brother is looking at him and the brightness of it has Vash frozen in awe. It almost makes him forget to breathe for a moment, but he quickly draws a breath in as he lifts careful hands to brush fingertips over the curve of Nai's cheekbones. Look, let him. This is all so new still, he's just got to... get used to things.
He nods at the question his own lips quirking up at the way Nai's expression shifts into something just a little silly, hands still pressing lightly to Nai's face like he's trying to commit the expression to memory. He wishes Nai would smile more. ]
It might hurt. But I know how.
[ For a minute, it's all Vash can manage to do to focus on his breathing and the thudding of his heart in his own ears as he slowly climbs down from his orgasm. He feels a little bit like a bundle of wet noodles, and hiding in the crook of his brother's neck, with his mouth worrying his own little bruise against pale skin is all too alluring. He almost doesn't realize what, exactly, Nai is doing until he groans like that, and Vash's attention is caught. Wide blue eyes watch as Nai cleans his hand off and each passing moment re-lights something new in his gut. Not that he'd ever admit it. ]
Nai! [ He lifts a hand to pinch at the meat of Nai's chest, not a nipple but somewhere a little less sensitive. He's so embarrassing, Vash feels like his face is on fire, a far deeper red settling on his cheeks and his ears than it has in the last however long it has been that they've been like this. He looks almost petulant, flushed and still breathing a little hard. But it's when he shifts his body in his brother's lap and he feels the hard length of him slide against the parts of him that are still so sensitive that it makes him hiss— that Vash realizes he's more or less left his brother behind. ]
Wait... you're still hard. [ Vash's expression pinches, fingers immediately soothing the place he'd abused on Nai only a moment or two before, a sudden embarrassment flushing his skin clear down to his own chest. ] I'm sorry, I should've...
[ He chews on his lower lip again, that same bruised and split spot, tongue pushing into the split absently as the cogs in his brain turn. He's still a little noodle-y if the way he moves and wavers is any indication but it doesn't stop him from sitting up and pushing back to settle his hands on his brother's thighs. He doesn't wait to clarify or even explain, and he certainly doesn't give Nai a chance to ask or to stop him. He gives his hips an experimental roll, his grip tightens on Nai's thighs painfully, nails digging into skin as his body throbs, still sensitive and so wet. It makes it a little easier the second time, grinding Nai's freshly slicked length over his folds. Vash isn't exactly hard himself, but he certainly seems to be working himself up with each movement he makes. ]
Nai! [ He lifts a hand to pinch at the meat of Nai's chest, not a nipple but somewhere a little less sensitive. He's so embarrassing, Vash feels like his face is on fire, a far deeper red settling on his cheeks and his ears than it has in the last however long it has been that they've been like this. He looks almost petulant, flushed and still breathing a little hard. But it's when he shifts his body in his brother's lap and he feels the hard length of him slide against the parts of him that are still so sensitive that it makes him hiss— that Vash realizes he's more or less left his brother behind. ]
Wait... you're still hard. [ Vash's expression pinches, fingers immediately soothing the place he'd abused on Nai only a moment or two before, a sudden embarrassment flushing his skin clear down to his own chest. ] I'm sorry, I should've...
[ He chews on his lower lip again, that same bruised and split spot, tongue pushing into the split absently as the cogs in his brain turn. He's still a little noodle-y if the way he moves and wavers is any indication but it doesn't stop him from sitting up and pushing back to settle his hands on his brother's thighs. He doesn't wait to clarify or even explain, and he certainly doesn't give Nai a chance to ask or to stop him. He gives his hips an experimental roll, his grip tightens on Nai's thighs painfully, nails digging into skin as his body throbs, still sensitive and so wet. It makes it a little easier the second time, grinding Nai's freshly slicked length over his folds. Vash isn't exactly hard himself, but he certainly seems to be working himself up with each movement he makes. ]
( at least it's just the two of them in the mushroom for now β he's not about to explain why they're rolling around on the ground, not only because it's no one's business but theirs, but. there really is no good explanation for it other than they're just plain caught up in being full stupid. check back later.
don't you dare finish that sentence for him, vash β
except of course he does, and as distracted ( and maybe just a little bit winded for having sent them tumbling ) as he is by his brother's weight straddling his hips, those words are enough to bring a stunted sort of snarl from the very back of his throat. matching his brother's tone vibration for vibration.
he knows he's serious, but he's not about to give up, even though he has long since realized his continued resistance is futile.
you have no idea how hard it is not to make a borg joke right now. damn everything. )
How would you feel? ( he asks very suddenly, through mostly-gritted teeth, like even this much is coming too close to agreeing with you're as good as human. ) If you'd never had to eat, never had to sleep, and were told that such things made you arguably perfect? ( his followers, the plant worshippers, anyway β¦ some of them would trip over themselves to tell master knives just how perfect he was.
it was sickening, sometimes, but. there was no denying that independents were supposed to be the embodiment of perfection. at least after all the conditioning he's been through, without seeing it as such. )
And then you wake up. And you hurt. And you're tired. And there had never been any reason to warn you against it, so you had no idea what to expect. But. ( he pauses, and he realizes that his hands have come to rest against vash's thighs of their own accord. ) It made you feel less like yourself than you've ever felt.
don't you dare finish that sentence for him, vash β
except of course he does, and as distracted ( and maybe just a little bit winded for having sent them tumbling ) as he is by his brother's weight straddling his hips, those words are enough to bring a stunted sort of snarl from the very back of his throat. matching his brother's tone vibration for vibration.
he knows he's serious, but he's not about to give up, even though he has long since realized his continued resistance is futile.
How would you feel? ( he asks very suddenly, through mostly-gritted teeth, like even this much is coming too close to agreeing with you're as good as human. ) If you'd never had to eat, never had to sleep, and were told that such things made you arguably perfect? ( his followers, the plant worshippers, anyway β¦ some of them would trip over themselves to tell master knives just how perfect he was.
it was sickening, sometimes, but. there was no denying that independents were supposed to be the embodiment of perfection. at least after all the conditioning he's been through, without seeing it as such. )
And then you wake up. And you hurt. And you're tired. And there had never been any reason to warn you against it, so you had no idea what to expect. But. ( he pauses, and he realizes that his hands have come to rest against vash's thighs of their own accord. ) It made you feel less like yourself than you've ever felt.
( herbal, mostly. probably. and anything that tastes even remotely of citrus.
it's new to him too, of course, being able to have this level of intimacy with anyone, much less his twin brother, but he can't exactly imagine being like this with anyone else. it doesn't seem like the pieces would fit properly, because he can't see himself nuzzling into anyone else's touch like he is vash's as his fingertips graze over his cheekbones.
it just seems so natural. maybe he'll start to smile more. )
I think I can handle a little bit of pain by this point. (as long as it's not in his leg. we're not sure what he would do about so much pain in his leg. ) I trust you. Do you want to do it now?
it's new to him too, of course, being able to have this level of intimacy with anyone, much less his twin brother, but he can't exactly imagine being like this with anyone else. it doesn't seem like the pieces would fit properly, because he can't see himself nuzzling into anyone else's touch like he is vash's as his fingertips graze over his cheekbones.
it just seems so natural. maybe he'll start to smile more. )
I think I can handle a little bit of pain by this point. (
( he likes the feel of vash tucked into the crook of his neck, the weight of his body pressed down into his own, and he's pretty sure he could stay just like this for the rest of forever just soaking up the other's warmth, the glow,/i> of his coming down from his orgasm.
at least until he pinches him, and he gives a half-hearted hiss through his teeth. ) What? ( comes out of him, just a little petulant, nosing at any part of him he can reach from that angle. probably just a tuft of blond hair, but it's good enough for him. ) You taste goodβ you don't think I'm going to let that go to waste, do you?
( he knows that isn't exactly a fair play, but. does it matter? does he care? the answer is a very definitive no to both of those questions. they were mostly rhetorical, anyway.
his cock twitches when he says you're still hard, and maybe he is still so hard it hurts, but being so focused on vash's pleasure as he had been allows him to take some of that edge off. at least until his brother gets an idea in that foolish, selfless head of his, and whatever he might have been expecting, it isn't what he gets. )
Don't worry about me, you don't have tβ ( he tries to make some excuse, because having never experienced the undeniable euphoria of an orgasm for himself he doesn't care if he gets off or not, not really, as long as he knows vash felt good and feels good, it's enough for him.
at least, that's what he thinks until the other straightens above him and rests his hands against his thighs, until he gives that experimental roll of his hips that has nai hissing again through his teeth, his own hands coming up to rest on vash's not unlike when they'd been fighting over that stupid honey bun.
there's more to it, this time. there's the curl of his fingers against bare skin and the helpless upward press of his own hips as he seeks out the slick heat of his core, length sliding too damned easily through his folds. )
My god, Vash. ( mmm. was that almost a whimper?
it sure the fuck was. )
at least until he pinches him, and he gives a half-hearted hiss through his teeth. ) What? ( comes out of him, just a little petulant, nosing at any part of him he can reach from that angle. probably just a tuft of blond hair, but it's good enough for him. ) You taste goodβ you don't think I'm going to let that go to waste, do you?
( he knows that isn't exactly a fair play, but. does it matter? does he care? the answer is a very definitive no to both of those questions. they were mostly rhetorical, anyway.
his cock twitches when he says you're still hard, and maybe he is still so hard it hurts, but being so focused on vash's pleasure as he had been allows him to take some of that edge off. at least until his brother gets an idea in that foolish, selfless head of his, and whatever he might have been expecting, it isn't what he gets. )
Don't worry about me, you don't have tβ ( he tries to make some excuse, because having never experienced the undeniable euphoria of an orgasm for himself he doesn't care if he gets off or not, not really, as long as he knows vash felt good and feels good, it's enough for him.
at least, that's what he thinks until the other straightens above him and rests his hands against his thighs, until he gives that experimental roll of his hips that has nai hissing again through his teeth, his own hands coming up to rest on vash's not unlike when they'd been fighting over that stupid honey bun.
there's more to it, this time. there's the curl of his fingers against bare skin and the helpless upward press of his own hips as he seeks out the slick heat of his core, length sliding too damned easily through his folds. )
My god, Vash. ( mmm. was that almost a whimper?
it sure the fuck was. )
[ That's entirely unfair. And, if Vash hadn't already determined just what he was going to do, he might have been a little petulant about it. Instead, he files that little snipe away for later, and he ignores the way the thought of it makes his face flush. Of all the times to bring up something from their childhood, Knives chooses this moment?
But then, oh, then.... ]
God, huh? [ He grins a little, something warm swelling in his chest at the pitiful little whine he's able to wring out of Knives with just a few rolls of his hips. His expression is nothing short of smug, the grin lopsided, eyes hooded and dark again as his gaze flicks down from Knive's face to where their hips grind together. The sight is nothing short of obscene the head of Knives' cock peeking out with each roll of Vash's hips.
If the smug way he looks pleased with himself wavers with a jerk of his hips, no it doesn't. His hips definitely don't still a little as he catches his breath, steadying the way the feeling of it has just made him more wet, his efforts to tease his brother slowly up the same hill he'd climbed earlier clearly doing more than just driving Knives a little crazy. ]
It's just me, brother. [ Knives doesn't need to worry about anything other than the way this is making him feel, Vash's grip on his brother's thighs tightening as he relies on where his hands are to keep himself upright. His breaths are carefully measured, but nothing short of panting despite every effort he's made to keep it steady. ]
"Use your words," right? Isn't that what you said?
But then, oh, then.... ]
God, huh? [ He grins a little, something warm swelling in his chest at the pitiful little whine he's able to wring out of Knives with just a few rolls of his hips. His expression is nothing short of smug, the grin lopsided, eyes hooded and dark again as his gaze flicks down from Knive's face to where their hips grind together. The sight is nothing short of obscene the head of Knives' cock peeking out with each roll of Vash's hips.
If the smug way he looks pleased with himself wavers with a jerk of his hips, no it doesn't. His hips definitely don't still a little as he catches his breath, steadying the way the feeling of it has just made him more wet, his efforts to tease his brother slowly up the same hill he'd climbed earlier clearly doing more than just driving Knives a little crazy. ]
It's just me, brother. [ Knives doesn't need to worry about anything other than the way this is making him feel, Vash's grip on his brother's thighs tightening as he relies on where his hands are to keep himself upright. His breaths are carefully measured, but nothing short of panting despite every effort he's made to keep it steady. ]
"Use your words," right? Isn't that what you said?
( what do you mean? it's entirely fair; every single thing about this is fair because he is the most fair individual in the known world and he would never, never use something to his advantage just because he could.
and if you believe that β¦
but. all right. all right, it really isn't fair when vash finds a rhythm with every roll of his hips and it really is obscene, watching the way his slick coats him more with each pass, how he glistens more and more between his thighs in a way that makes nai want to taste him at his source, and maybe he'll do that later, when he can focus on something that isn't solely how his brother is moving against him like he was meant to do nothing else.
he might have forgotten his own pleasure in lieu of focusing on vash, and he doesn't regret that. but it really isn't going to take a genius to figure out how far gone he is now that the focus is back on him, if the next sound out of him is any indication. it's not quite a whimper, not really, but it's dangerously close to it.
he shivers at the word brother, hands smoothing up and over vash's hips in an attempt to find a hold there, thumbs brushing over the rise of hipbones. ) Gremlin. ( he practically growls, but there's no heat to it at all. not a single drop of it as he searches for the words he wants to say, or at least ones that might get him more. ) Can Iβ please.
( he stops there, but there's another filthy upward roll of his hips that may or may not tease the head of his cock against vash's entrance, and he jolts, swallowing around another helpless sound that would be embarrassing if he had any idea what shame felt like. )
and if you believe that β¦
but. all right. all right, it really isn't fair when vash finds a rhythm with every roll of his hips and it really is obscene, watching the way his slick coats him more with each pass, how he glistens more and more between his thighs in a way that makes nai want to taste him at his source, and maybe he'll do that later, when he can focus on something that isn't solely how his brother is moving against him like he was meant to do nothing else.
he might have forgotten his own pleasure in lieu of focusing on vash, and he doesn't regret that. but it really isn't going to take a genius to figure out how far gone he is now that the focus is back on him, if the next sound out of him is any indication. it's not quite a whimper, not really, but it's dangerously close to it.
he shivers at the word brother, hands smoothing up and over vash's hips in an attempt to find a hold there, thumbs brushing over the rise of hipbones. ) Gremlin. ( he practically growls, but there's no heat to it at all. not a single drop of it as he searches for the words he wants to say, or at least ones that might get him more. ) Can Iβ please.
( he stops there, but there's another filthy upward roll of his hips that may or may not tease the head of his cock against vash's entrance, and he jolts, swallowing around another helpless sound that would be embarrassing if he had any idea what shame felt like. )
[ For all that Vash never really uses foul language, the moment Nai's hips roll up and almost, almost get them what they're both clearly angling for without any further negotiation, it will have to be forgiven if he doesn't hiss out a quiet curse that's barely bitten back.
It's no better when the word please comes out of Knives' mouth, and for once it's clear that the both of them have a weakness for the other when it comes for asking (begging) nicely. The thought of it alone sends something red hot to his core, and there's no hiding that Vash has found a second wind. Clearly, refractory periods are for... the birds? ]
Yeah. Yes. [ God, yes. For all that Vash finds he enjoys making his brother writhe and whimper underneath him, the simple implication of his brother wanting to be inside of him is eating away at his resolve to reduce Knives to a puddle just like this. He halts the roll of his hips with a stutter, one hand lifting from Knives' thigh to plant in front of him as he rises slowly up on his knees, almost like if he moves too quickly he might lose his balance.
His other hand moves to break the thread of slick as he wraps it around Knives' dick, sliding his fist over him with one smooth, purposeful pump before he makes an effort to line the length of him up with his hole. It's almost tempting to push forward, to sink down onto him without any further warning or tease, but instead Vash slips his gaze up to meet his brothers with a grin. ]
This, right? This is what you want?
It's no better when the word please comes out of Knives' mouth, and for once it's clear that the both of them have a weakness for the other when it comes for asking (begging) nicely. The thought of it alone sends something red hot to his core, and there's no hiding that Vash has found a second wind. Clearly, refractory periods are for... the birds? ]
Yeah. Yes. [ God, yes. For all that Vash finds he enjoys making his brother writhe and whimper underneath him, the simple implication of his brother wanting to be inside of him is eating away at his resolve to reduce Knives to a puddle just like this. He halts the roll of his hips with a stutter, one hand lifting from Knives' thigh to plant in front of him as he rises slowly up on his knees, almost like if he moves too quickly he might lose his balance.
His other hand moves to break the thread of slick as he wraps it around Knives' dick, sliding his fist over him with one smooth, purposeful pump before he makes an effort to line the length of him up with his hole. It's almost tempting to push forward, to sink down onto him without any further warning or tease, but instead Vash slips his gaze up to meet his brothers with a grin. ]
This, right? This is what you want?
( of the two of them, surely nai is the one everyone would expect to use foul language, which makes it even better that vash is the one to let a curse slip β but we suppose it should go without saying that being able to drag something like that out of his brother in the first place is a heady, dizzying thing. where vash had been smug before, it's anyone's guess whether or not it's going to be mirrored in nai's own expression once everything is said and done, but for now β¦
he's just drinking it up along with everything else.
( refractory periods are for humans. the birds. anything that isn't them and if he ends up abusing that any time in the future β¦ heh, could you really blame him? )
vash says yes and he's breathless as he watches him move, an exhale caught on the back of his tongue that is, once again, pushed out of him in an almost-whine when fingers wrap around his length, when he lines himself up as though it would be nothing at all to sink down onto him. in one sweet, fluid motion that would see him buried to the hilt inside that gorgeous, golden body β
one of his own hands smooths over the flat of vash's stomach, unable to keep from touching him as he shifts to plant both feet flat on the floor beneath him, knees absently bumping against a very slender, very scarred back. ) Yes. ( he echoes, and it sounds like a plea. a prayer. something that probably has no business coming out of his mouth at all. )
Wantβ ( need. ) To feel you from the inside β¦ don't tease, brother, please. ( ah. there it is again. he is so far gone. )
he's just drinking it up along with everything else.
( refractory periods are for humans. the birds. anything that isn't them and if he ends up abusing that any time in the future β¦ heh, could you really blame him? )
vash says yes and he's breathless as he watches him move, an exhale caught on the back of his tongue that is, once again, pushed out of him in an almost-whine when fingers wrap around his length, when he lines himself up as though it would be nothing at all to sink down onto him. in one sweet, fluid motion that would see him buried to the hilt inside that gorgeous, golden body β
one of his own hands smooths over the flat of vash's stomach, unable to keep from touching him as he shifts to plant both feet flat on the floor beneath him, knees absently bumping against a very slender, very scarred back. ) Yes. ( he echoes, and it sounds like a plea. a prayer. something that probably has no business coming out of his mouth at all. )
Wantβ ( need. ) To feel you from the inside β¦ don't tease, brother, please. ( ah. there it is again. he is so far gone. )
[ Maybe Knives hadn't meant it the way Vash takes it (or maybe he did.) But Vash softens a little, his expression shifting to something far less desperate and angry. It's something worried in a different way, something gentle and quick to rebut. But there's something else too, like an old wound has had its scab scratched off and reopened. He's quick to look away, his hands settling on his brother's shoulders as he fixes his gaze somewhere else while he makes a grand effort to hide the turmoil in his chest. ]
I guess I wouldn't know what it's like to be perfect. [ It's basically muttered under his breath, aimed away from Knives as he sets his shoulders stubbornly. When he looks back, he's managed to shove the hurt he's caused himself back into the deepest reaches of his mind. Instead, he leans down towards his brother, his hands lifting to settle at either side of his head, fingers curling over his ears as he presses his forehead to Knives' own, like he's done so many times with the tanks their sisters are in. ]
You're still you, Nai. You're still my brother. You're still...
[ Perfect. ]
I guess I wouldn't know what it's like to be perfect. [ It's basically muttered under his breath, aimed away from Knives as he sets his shoulders stubbornly. When he looks back, he's managed to shove the hurt he's caused himself back into the deepest reaches of his mind. Instead, he leans down towards his brother, his hands lifting to settle at either side of his head, fingers curling over his ears as he presses his forehead to Knives' own, like he's done so many times with the tanks their sisters are in. ]
You're still you, Nai. You're still my brother. You're still...
[ Perfect. ]
( the instant the words are out of his mouth he regrets letting them slip up in the first place; of course vash wouldn't know what that is like, being an independent but still so close to being human even without any of his inherent plant properties being taken away from him upon his arrival here.
it makes his stomach churn, his chest ache when his brother looks away from him and he's reaching for him even before vash moves himself, before they're forehead to forehead nai is smoothing his own hands over the other's sides, up until he can curl them both around either side of his neck, breath caught in the back of his throat in the sort of apology there aren't the correct words for. )
That's not what I meant, Vash, I'mβ I'm sorry, that isn't what I meant at all.
( forehead to forehead now, he dares to brush their noses together in the smallest, if not entirely subtle nuzzle. ) Rem always said you were exactly as you were meant to be, and that's true. And now β¦ we're the same. ( he pauses, and nuzzles again, boldly. )
It's how we were always meant to be.
it makes his stomach churn, his chest ache when his brother looks away from him and he's reaching for him even before vash moves himself, before they're forehead to forehead nai is smoothing his own hands over the other's sides, up until he can curl them both around either side of his neck, breath caught in the back of his throat in the sort of apology there aren't the correct words for. )
That's not what I meant, Vash, I'mβ I'm sorry, that isn't what I meant at all.
( forehead to forehead now, he dares to brush their noses together in the smallest, if not entirely subtle nuzzle. ) Rem always said you were exactly as you were meant to be, and that's true. And now β¦ we're the same. ( he pauses, and nuzzles again, boldly. )
It's how we were always meant to be.
[ Why is it that please coming from his brother's mouth has Vash blushing clear down to the freckles and scars on his shoulders? Vash is struck with an intense desire to lean in and press their lips together, the pull of it having his tongue swipe over his lower lip before he sucks it in to gnaw on it with his teeth. He almost gives in until the sensation of knees against his back jolts him out of his thoughts. He laughs then, the sound of it airy and a little distracted. ]
Mm...I won't. Promise.
[ He may have teased Knives for most of this experience when he found the opportunity to, but right now, he decides to give in. There's no way, he thinks absently, he would be able to take his brother in one fell swoop, so when he moves he does so slowly. Vash lowers himself until the head of Knives' cock pushes inside, sinking into a wet heat that has Vash whimper out a moan as soon as he feels himself stretch a little to accommodate Knives' size.
He pulls his hand away after a moment, settling it instead on top of the one at his stomach like he's holding onto some kind of anchor. ]
Nai, you— [ He stumbles over his words as he sinks lower, inch by inch, until he finally bottoms out, the sensation of it a deep ache as he breathes in to try and gather some air back into his lungs, air that he's almost certain was pushed out of him. He doesn't move yet, his eyes shut tightly in this moment he's taken to more or less try not to trip himself straight over the edge again. ]
Mm...I won't. Promise.
[ He may have teased Knives for most of this experience when he found the opportunity to, but right now, he decides to give in. There's no way, he thinks absently, he would be able to take his brother in one fell swoop, so when he moves he does so slowly. Vash lowers himself until the head of Knives' cock pushes inside, sinking into a wet heat that has Vash whimper out a moan as soon as he feels himself stretch a little to accommodate Knives' size.
He pulls his hand away after a moment, settling it instead on top of the one at his stomach like he's holding onto some kind of anchor. ]
Nai, you— [ He stumbles over his words as he sinks lower, inch by inch, until he finally bottoms out, the sensation of it a deep ache as he breathes in to try and gather some air back into his lungs, air that he's almost certain was pushed out of him. He doesn't move yet, his eyes shut tightly in this moment he's taken to more or less try not to trip himself straight over the edge again. ]
( maybe because he's never asked for anything, simply taken what he wanted in lieu of thinking of anyone, literally anyone but himself up to now and he's more than been a little humbled by his brother's touch, his kisses, every single thing that has brought them to this very moment.
( and so maybe they both have a bit of a kink for it. is it really all that surprising? if nai could get vash asking so nicely so easily it would find him so hard and dripping wet simultaneously that he might actually be a bit embarrassed by it. funny, that, coming from the one that has never known shame in his life. )
he can't help but to watch him as he moves, lifting himself up and positioning his cock against his entrance, sinking down onto him and it may not be much at all at first, may not be more than the very tip pressing inside but it's more than enough to have his thighs tensing, hands pressing into warm skin where they lie just for some measure of purchase. something to ground him, and to keep him from pressing upward too quickly.
he doesn't dare try to breathe until vash is fully seated in his lap, and the faint idea of being able to feel the very slight outline of his length inside his brother's body beneath the weight of their hands against his stomach is almost enough to make him feral; the next sound out of him is something strangled, something raw as his free hand stays curled possessively over a hipbone. tightly enough that he will undoubtedly leave the prints od his fingers behind when they finally pull away from each other.
It's overwhelming, to be surrounded, enveloped by his brother's slick heat, and where vash needs a moment or two to bully air back into his lungs just so he doesn't trip back over the precarious precipice of his own pleasure nai needs β¦ more than that. he needs to remember how to breathe, for one. he needs to not focus on how he's sure he can feel the pulse of his heartbeat in his cock every second he remains buried inside his brother without moving. he needs β )
Perfect.
( he all but chokes into the silence, meaning both vash as a whole and how he looks in that moment with his eyes so tightly shut, lips parted in shallow pants, and everything in nai aches for his twin. to be able to have him like this at all is so far beyond what he'd thought he might have been blessed with. )
You β¦ are perfect.
( and so maybe they both have a bit of a kink for it. is it really all that surprising? if nai could get vash asking so nicely so easily it would find him so hard and dripping wet simultaneously that he might actually be a bit embarrassed by it. funny, that, coming from the one that has never known shame in his life. )
he can't help but to watch him as he moves, lifting himself up and positioning his cock against his entrance, sinking down onto him and it may not be much at all at first, may not be more than the very tip pressing inside but it's more than enough to have his thighs tensing, hands pressing into warm skin where they lie just for some measure of purchase. something to ground him, and to keep him from pressing upward too quickly.
he doesn't dare try to breathe until vash is fully seated in his lap, and the faint idea of being able to feel the very slight outline of his length inside his brother's body beneath the weight of their hands against his stomach is almost enough to make him feral; the next sound out of him is something strangled, something raw as his free hand stays curled possessively over a hipbone. tightly enough that he will undoubtedly leave the prints od his fingers behind when they finally pull away from each other.
It's overwhelming, to be surrounded, enveloped by his brother's slick heat, and where vash needs a moment or two to bully air back into his lungs just so he doesn't trip back over the precarious precipice of his own pleasure nai needs β¦ more than that. he needs to remember how to breathe, for one. he needs to not focus on how he's sure he can feel the pulse of his heartbeat in his cock every second he remains buried inside his brother without moving. he needs β )
Perfect.
( he all but chokes into the silence, meaning both vash as a whole and how he looks in that moment with his eyes so tightly shut, lips parted in shallow pants, and everything in nai aches for his twin. to be able to have him like this at all is so far beyond what he'd thought he might have been blessed with. )
You β¦ are perfect.
[ It's too much. It's too much but... greedily, it's still somehow not enough. He's so focused on steadying his own breaths that he almost almost misses the fact that Knives seems to be holding his breath entirely—something that, back home, wouldn't have mattered but here, Vash almost feels the need to squeeze his thighs around Knive's hips like a reminder. It isn't until he feels his brother's grip at his hip that he's certain that Knives isn't just going to accidentally suffocate himself.
He's certain he'll wind up with bruises on his hip, but he doesn't care. Not when he feels like the dull pain and pressure of it feels almost as good as the way he throbs around Knives' cock. If he thinks about it too much, he's certain he won't last. Just the jolt of muscles flexing against his back rocks him forward, Vash reflexively grinding their hips together again.
Oh, god. Vash's fingers cling to the hand at his stomach, clenching as he presses Knives' hand against his abdomen, pressing that hand against the shape of him seated deep inside. Vash can't feel it with his own, but he knows it's there, all of his senses full of just Knives.
—Full of the heat of him, the sound of his voice, the way each breath sounds like it hitches every time he exhales, it's almost as if he can hear the effort Knives is making to keep himself under control. When he finally opens his eyes and looks down, the sight of him is almost embarrassing, the way he stares up at him like Vash is something to be revered. It makes Vash's skin prickle in the funniest way, almost wanting to turn invisible.
You ... are perfect. It's high praise, coming from anyone, but especially his brother, the one soul in the world that he feels the closest to. A whimper flutters past Vash's lips the moment the words hit his ears, his inner muscles clenching around Knives reflexively. He hasn't even started to move yet, and he's not sure he can, not with the way his legs shake with the effort to just keep himself still in the moment. ]
Too much, Nai. It's—I need— [ Words, Vash. He struggles to voice just exactly what he needs, but a moment later he's shifting, his hips rolling just a little, achingly slow as he tests his limits and slowly leans forward to brush parted lips against his brother's. ]
He's certain he'll wind up with bruises on his hip, but he doesn't care. Not when he feels like the dull pain and pressure of it feels almost as good as the way he throbs around Knives' cock. If he thinks about it too much, he's certain he won't last. Just the jolt of muscles flexing against his back rocks him forward, Vash reflexively grinding their hips together again.
Oh, god. Vash's fingers cling to the hand at his stomach, clenching as he presses Knives' hand against his abdomen, pressing that hand against the shape of him seated deep inside. Vash can't feel it with his own, but he knows it's there, all of his senses full of just Knives.
—Full of the heat of him, the sound of his voice, the way each breath sounds like it hitches every time he exhales, it's almost as if he can hear the effort Knives is making to keep himself under control. When he finally opens his eyes and looks down, the sight of him is almost embarrassing, the way he stares up at him like Vash is something to be revered. It makes Vash's skin prickle in the funniest way, almost wanting to turn invisible.
You ... are perfect. It's high praise, coming from anyone, but especially his brother, the one soul in the world that he feels the closest to. A whimper flutters past Vash's lips the moment the words hit his ears, his inner muscles clenching around Knives reflexively. He hasn't even started to move yet, and he's not sure he can, not with the way his legs shake with the effort to just keep himself still in the moment. ]
Too much, Nai. It's—I need— [ Words, Vash. He struggles to voice just exactly what he needs, but a moment later he's shifting, his hips rolling just a little, achingly slow as he tests his limits and slowly leans forward to brush parted lips against his brother's. ]
[ It's hard to swallow the shock of an apology coming from his brother, let alone the gentle way he's touching him now when they were just bickering and flailing and fighting a moment ago. It makes Vash's breath catch in his throat, his frame stilling almost like a deer caught in headlights.
It's like a spell, the way their noses brush together and Knives repeats words that had worked to soothe his anxieties about not being good enough from their childhood. It's hard not to turn into the touch, the nuzzling. ]
You're not any different than you were, Nai. You're still my brother.
[ THAT'S what matters, isn't it? ]
It's like a spell, the way their noses brush together and Knives repeats words that had worked to soothe his anxieties about not being good enough from their childhood. It's hard not to turn into the touch, the nuzzling. ]
You're not any different than you were, Nai. You're still my brother.
[ THAT'S what matters, isn't it? ]
[ Well, now he has gift ideas that aren't this for later, or whenever he feels like getting something his brother likes. Now that he knows what that something could be, outside of ... well, playing piano. (and the bible?) ]
We can. It'll be quick. I bet it'll heal pretty fast, if you take good care of it.
[ To know that he has his brother's trust though... That's something else. Though by now, perhaps it was one of those things he knew without being told. It's still nice to hear it. ]
Kitchen is probably the best place to do it. [ I have a kit. If a needle, some alcohol and the nerve is a kit. ]
We can. It'll be quick. I bet it'll heal pretty fast, if you take good care of it.
[ To know that he has his brother's trust though... That's something else. Though by now, perhaps it was one of those things he knew without being told. It's still nice to hear it. ]
Kitchen is probably the best place to do it. [ I have a kit. If a needle, some alcohol and the nerve is a kit. ]
( it's too much for him, that much is more than certain with how every inch of him is already trembling, just from vash sinking down onto him fully; of course it goes without saying that he's never felt anything like this before, he's never come close to this kind of pleasure and it being from the touch of vash's hands, his mouth, the slick, tight heat of him enveloping him to the point that he's sure he's never going to be able to take a proper breath again β
that just makes it more, somehow. just. because. it's vash.
every muscle in his body has tensed, it seems; his shoulders have rounded, almost hunched forward with how he's holding onto his brother, his chest and stomach little more than hard planes of rugged terrain broken only by the smallest, stunted breaths he allows in and out of his lungs. his thighs are shaking where they're pressed almost gently against vash's back, and he may as well make himself into a statue for how he dares not to move. it's too perfect, too good, too much that he doesn't want to break whatever moment this is.
the deep breath before the fall, the calm before the storm. something like that, he thinks he might have read somewhere, but he isn't sure.
still, he can't help but to look up at him with the deepest sort of reverence, pale blue eyes gone wide and dark with his arousal and expression softened, so much that every hard line has been replaced with affection, love in the deepest sense of the word, and while it might make vash uncomfortable for his gaze to remain on him for so long, he can't. he can't bring himself to look away.
there's another moment of silence, and then vash is moving β moving and mumbling things under his breath that he can only just make out β and both of nai's own hands slip up over the marred warmth of his skin to sink long fingers into his hair as he kisses him, soft but deep, purposeful as he matches the careful roll of his brother's hips with one of his own, nothing short of a whine slithering up from the back of his throat to betray him completely. )
Words, love. Tell me what you need. ( he sucks at his split lip, not enough to see it bleeding again, but enough that he can taste the lingering tinge of it. ) I'll give you anything. ( i'll give you everything. )
that just makes it more, somehow. just. because. it's vash.
every muscle in his body has tensed, it seems; his shoulders have rounded, almost hunched forward with how he's holding onto his brother, his chest and stomach little more than hard planes of rugged terrain broken only by the smallest, stunted breaths he allows in and out of his lungs. his thighs are shaking where they're pressed almost gently against vash's back, and he may as well make himself into a statue for how he dares not to move. it's too perfect, too good, too much that he doesn't want to break whatever moment this is.
the deep breath before the fall, the calm before the storm. something like that, he thinks he might have read somewhere, but he isn't sure.
still, he can't help but to look up at him with the deepest sort of reverence, pale blue eyes gone wide and dark with his arousal and expression softened, so much that every hard line has been replaced with affection, love in the deepest sense of the word, and while it might make vash uncomfortable for his gaze to remain on him for so long, he can't. he can't bring himself to look away.
there's another moment of silence, and then vash is moving β moving and mumbling things under his breath that he can only just make out β and both of nai's own hands slip up over the marred warmth of his skin to sink long fingers into his hair as he kisses him, soft but deep, purposeful as he matches the careful roll of his brother's hips with one of his own, nothing short of a whine slithering up from the back of his throat to betray him completely. )
Words, love. Tell me what you need. ( he sucks at his split lip, not enough to see it bleeding again, but enough that he can taste the lingering tinge of it. ) I'll give you anything. ( i'll give you everything. )
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