( nothing saying you can't still be curious about the sight in front of you, little brother, but you're the one being so transparent about wanting to see in the first place, and he's not about to let that slide.
did you think he would? and do you presently think he's going to let you get away with that pout, pretty as it is, without laying at least one more nip against the line of your mouth? ) What look? ( he ends up asking mock-innocently, bumping their noses together again. ) I've no idea what you're talking about.
( he's very suddenly gone deaf. shame, that.
but there's a low, simmering heat that makes a place for itself once more in the pit of his stomach as vash looks at him, practically drinks him in and he is going to be smug about that, though it stands to reason that his brother will have his own turn in time — or would, if he were the sort — because once nai gets him out of every stitch of clothing he has on his person, he's going to worship every single inch of him. top to bottom, bottom back up to top and everything in between, because he deserves to have the weight of caring hands on his skin.
loving hands. and in his own way, that's all nai has ever done. love him down to the marrow of his bones, even if he realizes that it's been in the wrong way. he's going to fix that. he's going to fix them —
so enraptured is he by his brother's gaze on him that it gives the younger the advantage he both wants and needs; nai does end up on his back, blink dazedly and almost owlishly up at the other as he remains upright, stunned enough to not give any immediate response, though it wouldn't have been a negative one even if he'd managed it.
he … likes the view he has from this angle. still with his thighs on either side of his hips, hands pressed tight to his chest, yes … he finds he doesn't mind this in the slightest.
his head might have bonked against the floor a bit, yes, but he accepts that apology* kiss for what it is and allows himself to get all wrapped up in the feeling of those soft lips moving lower, mapping him out as he wants to, in turn, and ends up so deliciously distracted that the bite brings a startled almost squawk out of him, especially with that laugh. you little — )
Gremlin.( he breathes, but it isn't a hiss, and it sounds strangely affectionate. a word they'd learned from one of the many storybooks rem had read to them as children, this one in particular describing a playful, impish sort of thing that may or may not be trusted. his eyes narrow, but it's nothing but playful. )
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did you think he would? and do you presently think he's going to let you get away with that pout, pretty as it is, without laying at least one more nip against the line of your mouth? ) What look? ( he ends up asking mock-innocently, bumping their noses together again. ) I've no idea what you're talking about.
( he's very suddenly gone deaf. shame, that.
but there's a low, simmering heat that makes a place for itself once more in the pit of his stomach as vash looks at him, practically drinks him in and he is going to be smug about that, though it stands to reason that his brother will have his own turn in time — or would, if he were the sort — because once nai gets him out of every stitch of clothing he has on his person, he's going to worship every single inch of him. top to bottom, bottom back up to top and everything in between, because he deserves to have the weight of caring hands on his skin.
loving hands. and in his own way, that's all nai has ever done. love him down to the marrow of his bones, even if he realizes that it's been in the wrong way. he's going to fix that. he's going to fix them —
so enraptured is he by his brother's gaze on him that it gives the younger the advantage he both wants and needs; nai does end up on his back, blink dazedly and almost owlishly up at the other as he remains upright, stunned enough to not give any immediate response, though it wouldn't have been a negative one even if he'd managed it.
he … likes the view he has from this angle. still with his thighs on either side of his hips, hands pressed tight to his chest, yes … he finds he doesn't mind this in the slightest.
his head might have bonked against the floor a bit, yes, but he accepts that apology* kiss for what it is and allows himself to get all wrapped up in the feeling of those soft lips moving lower, mapping him out as he wants to, in turn, and ends up so deliciously distracted that the bite brings a startled almost squawk out of him, especially with that laugh. you little — )
Gremlin. ( he breathes, but it isn't a hiss, and it sounds strangely affectionate. a word they'd learned from one of the many storybooks rem had read to them as children, this one in particular describing a playful, impish sort of thing that may or may not be trusted. his eyes narrow, but it's nothing but playful. )
Pleased with yourself?