[ There's an attempt to shoot his brother an exasperated look, but it honestly withers in the face of the attention he's given. At this rate, that little cut is going to leave the smallest, lightest of scars. If he thinks about it too much, the idea of that isn't necessarily a bad one, but perhaps a little embarrassing. ]
You don't have to... [ The thought of it though, lights a blush renewed across Vash's ears, his imagination running a little with the sound of his brother's voice in his ear, whispering ridiculous, embarrassing words right at the curve of it. It's not something that he would have dreamed of imagining before, but after today, after he's experienced such a gentle, soft side of his twin, it's all too easy to get caught carried away in his thoughts.
But reality is much sweeter, as it turns out. Vash would have been all too happy to focus on the sensation of lips against skin, but it's the sound that Nai makes, so startled and a little vulnerable and soft. It's something he'd never really considered when his brother came to mind, even less so when in conjunction with himself. He turns his head to press a kiss to his brother's temple, or his hair, whatever it is he can reach. Something in his chest aches a little bit, the heat of it rekindling something from before they'd taken a pause to actually talk a little.
The way Vash twists his hand free from their tangled grasp is a little hurried in hindsight, but it's followed up with a suddenly very breathy, very interested apology. Sorry, brother, holding your hand is nice but— he pulls the zipper down over where it rests over Nai's spine and ends somewhere around his mid-back. Vash doesn't check to see if it's pulled all the way down, instead, he's busy sliding his hands beyond the fabric to touch cool, pale skin with the palms of his hands.
He's so acutely aware of the imbalance of their current clothing situation as he feels the sensation of Nai worrying a bruise to his collarbone, so he curls his fingers inward, dragging his blunt nails up over freshly exposed skin back to where the body suit is now loose around Nai's shoulders. When he speaks this time, the tone of it is different. It's softer somehow, but maybe a little breathless. ]
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You don't have to... [ The thought of it though, lights a blush renewed across Vash's ears, his imagination running a little with the sound of his brother's voice in his ear, whispering ridiculous, embarrassing words right at the curve of it. It's not something that he would have dreamed of imagining before, but after today, after he's experienced such a gentle, soft side of his twin, it's all too easy to get caught carried away in his thoughts.
But reality is much sweeter, as it turns out. Vash would have been all too happy to focus on the sensation of lips against skin, but it's the sound that Nai makes, so startled and a little vulnerable and soft. It's something he'd never really considered when his brother came to mind, even less so when in conjunction with himself. He turns his head to press a kiss to his brother's temple, or his hair, whatever it is he can reach. Something in his chest aches a little bit, the heat of it rekindling something from before they'd taken a pause to actually talk a little.
The way Vash twists his hand free from their tangled grasp is a little hurried in hindsight, but it's followed up with a suddenly very breathy, very interested apology. Sorry, brother, holding your hand is nice but— he pulls the zipper down over where it rests over Nai's spine and ends somewhere around his mid-back. Vash doesn't check to see if it's pulled all the way down, instead, he's busy sliding his hands beyond the fabric to touch cool, pale skin with the palms of his hands.
He's so acutely aware of the imbalance of their current clothing situation as he feels the sensation of Nai worrying a bruise to his collarbone, so he curls his fingers inward, dragging his blunt nails up over freshly exposed skin back to where the body suit is now loose around Nai's shoulders. When he speaks this time, the tone of it is different. It's softer somehow, but maybe a little breathless. ]
Nai, off. Please. I want to see.