( maybe it wouldn't have surprised him to know that his brother had more experience than he does, if only because he seems more in touch with anything physical; it's been said before that vash has always been the more tactile of the two, and if that ends up meaning that he's more in tune with his own body than nai is. well.
that's just how the pieces fall, isn't it?
he doesn't want vash to push his own pleasure aside, a thought lingering somewhere in the back of his mind that he wants to explore just as much as the other is, now, given the chance. he wants to touch, to taste, to map out the lines of him with lips and teeth and tongue and fingers and if he is already aching as much as he is now, vash has to be much the same, doesn't he?
is he as hard as he is? wet as he is?
the thought alone is enough to drag another muffled sound from the back of his throat, something that ends up even more strangled and almost pained as his brother's tongue finds his core, his center and he would hate how needy it makes him seem if he had enough functioning braincells left to care.
his thighs tense again, spreading even further apart of their own accord as if to invite vash closer than he already is, and damn everything, the next sound out of him might as well be a whine for how strained, how thin it is.
blue, huh?
that whine turns into a growl that catches just behind his teeth, something just this side of rough because how are you commenting on something like that? now? but he supposes it's not entirely out of context, because they've never had a chance to explore each other's bodies like this.
he clicks his teeth, though there really isn't any heat behind it, especially when it's accompanied by a subtle upward roll of his hips, unconsciously seeking out the heat of his brother's mouth. )
Is itβ that surprising? ( he's β¦ almost panting, but he can't let vash just make a comment without following up with something of his own, even if there isn't a whole lot of ammunition in his arsenal at the moment. fingers thread back through blond strands and pull hard at the end of his question, more to make a point than anything else, because he does not want to pull him away from the core of his heat by any means.
nails drag over his scalp, the back of his neck, sharply enough to leave marks against his nape in their wake. )Vash, I wantβ
( he tries very, very hard not to sound so needy when the words come out of his mouth, but it's anyone's guess whether or not they actually do. )
I want to feel you, too. ( he doesn't say come here just yet, but it's there on the back of his tongue even as his nails scrape again. he's trying to be patient, to let his brother take his time and do what he wants, but he's also more than a bit of a selfish bastard and wants what he wants. when he wants it. )
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that's just how the pieces fall, isn't it?
he doesn't want vash to push his own pleasure aside, a thought lingering somewhere in the back of his mind that he wants to explore just as much as the other is, now, given the chance. he wants to touch, to taste, to map out the lines of him with lips and teeth and tongue and fingers and if he is already aching as much as he is now, vash has to be much the same, doesn't he?
is he as hard as he is? wet as he is?
the thought alone is enough to drag another muffled sound from the back of his throat, something that ends up even more strangled and almost pained as his brother's tongue finds his core, his center and he would hate how needy it makes him seem if he had enough functioning braincells left to care.
his thighs tense again, spreading even further apart of their own accord as if to invite vash closer than he already is, and damn everything, the next sound out of him might as well be a whine for how strained, how thin it is.
blue, huh?
that whine turns into a growl that catches just behind his teeth, something just this side of rough because how are you commenting on something like that? now? but he supposes it's not entirely out of context, because they've never had a chance to explore each other's bodies like this.
he clicks his teeth, though there really isn't any heat behind it, especially when it's accompanied by a subtle upward roll of his hips, unconsciously seeking out the heat of his brother's mouth. )
Is itβ that surprising? ( he's β¦ almost panting, but he can't let vash just make a comment without following up with something of his own, even if there isn't a whole lot of ammunition in his arsenal at the moment. fingers thread back through blond strands and pull hard at the end of his question, more to make a point than anything else, because he does not want to pull him away from the core of his heat by any means.
nails drag over his scalp, the back of his neck, sharply enough to leave marks against his nape in their wake. ) Vash, I wantβ
( he tries very, very hard not to sound so needy when the words come out of his mouth, but it's anyone's guess whether or not they actually do. )
I want to feel you, too. ( he doesn't say come here just yet, but it's there on the back of his tongue even as his nails scrape again. he's trying to be patient, to let his brother take his time and do what he wants, but he's also more than a bit of a selfish bastard and wants what he wants. when he wants it. )