so. maybe rem had been very, very liberal with letting her boys know how proud she was of them all the time, how perfect they were regardless of how they turned out with regard to their status as independents β but that sort of praise coming from vash sets his blood on fire to the point that it catches him so off-guard he forgets to breathe for a handful of seconds. long enough to find his lungs burning with it, and his next inhale carving a path through him almost painfully.
( that's something else he's had to get used to; pain and all things adjacent, the bulk of which he'd experienced when he'd first refused to eat until his brother had shoved food into his mouth, but this is something else entirely, something that he thinks he's quickly going to become addicted to, and alongside everything else pertaining to vash β¦
it's a very dangerous problem to have. )
you will, he says, though he doesn't believe it's going to be anytime soon, not with the mischievous light in his eyes and the way he seems to content to keep right on doing what he's doing; it wouldn't be so overwhelming, he thinks distantly, if he had any measure of experience even with his own body, but since he hadn't really thought to bother before now every single touch from his brother's hands and lips and tongue already find him teetering on the edge of too much, not enough, and it's dizzying in the sense that vash has barely even touched him.
again, it sould be embarrassing, really. but since it's only the two of them and he's never known what it is to feel shame, that sort of thing is off the table.
he tries to say something in response to the last words out of the other's mouth, tries to get something in edgewise but he doesn't have a chance. not when the heat of his mouth is suddenly engulfing his cock and the sound startled out of him isn't quite a moan so much as β¦ almost a cry, sharp and abbreviated with the next hitch of his breath and the way his hips stutter to keep from pushing further. deeper.
one hand stays curled around the back of vash's neck while the other combs through messy blond hair, just for something to do because he can't remain completely idle, fingertips brushing sweetly, reverently over the beat of his pulse, thumb seemingly absently grazing over the earring he'd given him for their birthday.
there's barely a sliver of color left in his eyes when he catches vash's gaze again, the thinnest ring of icy blue surrounding deep, endless black and he's unconscious of the way his thighs seek to spread even wider for him, to bare even more of himself for his brother, as if he didn't already belong to him completely in this moment.
and every other, but that's neither here nor there. ) You'reβ (perfect. wonderful. lovely. mine β
his inner muscles twitch around nothing and suddenly he feels achingly empty, slick coating prosthetic digits where they tease but go no further, and he wants so badly that he's dripping.) God, Vash, you're unbelievable.
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so. maybe rem had been very, very liberal with letting her boys know how proud she was of them all the time, how perfect they were regardless of how they turned out with regard to their status as independents β but that sort of praise coming from vash sets his blood on fire to the point that it catches him so off-guard he forgets to breathe for a handful of seconds. long enough to find his lungs burning with it, and his next inhale carving a path through him almost painfully.
( that's something else he's had to get used to; pain and all things adjacent, the bulk of which he'd experienced when he'd first refused to eat until his brother had shoved food into his mouth, but this is something else entirely, something that he thinks he's quickly going to become addicted to, and alongside everything else pertaining to vash β¦
it's a very dangerous problem to have. )
you will, he says, though he doesn't believe it's going to be anytime soon, not with the mischievous light in his eyes and the way he seems to content to keep right on doing what he's doing; it wouldn't be so overwhelming, he thinks distantly, if he had any measure of experience even with his own body, but since he hadn't really thought to bother before now every single touch from his brother's hands and lips and tongue already find him teetering on the edge of too much, not enough, and it's dizzying in the sense that vash has barely even touched him.
again, it sould be embarrassing, really. but since it's only the two of them and he's never known what it is to feel shame, that sort of thing is off the table.
he tries to say something in response to the last words out of the other's mouth, tries to get something in edgewise but he doesn't have a chance. not when the heat of his mouth is suddenly engulfing his cock and the sound startled out of him isn't quite a moan so much as β¦ almost a cry, sharp and abbreviated with the next hitch of his breath and the way his hips stutter to keep from pushing further. deeper.
one hand stays curled around the back of vash's neck while the other combs through messy blond hair, just for something to do because he can't remain completely idle, fingertips brushing sweetly, reverently over the beat of his pulse, thumb seemingly absently grazing over the earring he'd given him for their birthday.
there's barely a sliver of color left in his eyes when he catches vash's gaze again, the thinnest ring of icy blue surrounding deep, endless black and he's unconscious of the way his thighs seek to spread even wider for him, to bare even more of himself for his brother, as if he didn't already belong to him completely in this moment.
and every other, but that's neither here nor there. ) You'reβ ( perfect. wonderful. lovely. mine β
his inner muscles twitch around nothing and suddenly he feels achingly empty, slick coating prosthetic digits where they tease but go no further, and he wants so badly that he's dripping. ) God, Vash, you're unbelievable.
( please. more. )