[ It's incredibly self satisfying to know he's the reason his brother is coming to pieces right now. If Vash were the type, he'd probably feel smug knowing the fact that it's his mouth and his hands that have his brother nearly begging in front of him, legs spread open in a way that Vash KNOWS no one else has had him. It's what has him racing down this path to pull whatever sound he can manage from Knives' throat, and he's only rewarded for his efforts by every little gasp or whimper or moan. The best part, though, is the praise. It makes sense that that seems to be something that the both of them enjoy.
To be honest, it's the small touches that are the most encouraging, the soothing presence of familiar fingers at his pulse, the encouraging sensation of fingers carding through his hair. Vash exhales a hum around where his mouth is currently busy, each slide of his lips overheated skin getting more and more bold, a little more of him disappearing into his mouth before he slides up again. He feels Knives' dick hit the back of his throat, and for a moment it takes effort not to gag around him. It certainly puts a stutter in his rhythm as he takes a moment to breathe and another to look up at his brother like some kind of check-in.
He's absolutely certain that the look he sees on Knives' face is one he wants to see again, if he's let to.
He's not going to tease Knives forever, either. Though he doesn't directly ask for it, it's almost like Vash understands anyway. Maybe it's because they're twins, in tune with one another in a way literally no one else in the universe is. Or maybe it's because from where Vash is, where his fingers are currently playing, there's no denying the reaction that he's getting from is dear "elder" brother. He slips two fingers in where Knives' body is busy clenching around nothing, prosthetic digits pressing against hot, wet walls as Vash makes an effort to curl them in just the way he knows feels the best when he's done it to himself.
Distantly, he wonders if he can get his brother to come while they're like this, his mouth and hands doing their best to wring Knives dry. It would be worth it to try, to give at LEAST that much. It gives him a goal to reach before he might give in to Nai's earlier request. ]
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To be honest, it's the small touches that are the most encouraging, the soothing presence of familiar fingers at his pulse, the encouraging sensation of fingers carding through his hair. Vash exhales a hum around where his mouth is currently busy, each slide of his lips overheated skin getting more and more bold, a little more of him disappearing into his mouth before he slides up again. He feels Knives' dick hit the back of his throat, and for a moment it takes effort not to gag around him. It certainly puts a stutter in his rhythm as he takes a moment to breathe and another to look up at his brother like some kind of check-in.
He's absolutely certain that the look he sees on Knives' face is one he wants to see again, if he's let to.
He's not going to tease Knives forever, either. Though he doesn't directly ask for it, it's almost like Vash understands anyway. Maybe it's because they're twins, in tune with one another in a way literally no one else in the universe is. Or maybe it's because from where Vash is, where his fingers are currently playing, there's no denying the reaction that he's getting from is dear "elder" brother. He slips two fingers in where Knives' body is busy clenching around nothing, prosthetic digits pressing against hot, wet walls as Vash makes an effort to curl them in just the way he knows feels the best when he's done it to himself.
Distantly, he wonders if he can get his brother to come while they're like this, his mouth and hands doing their best to wring Knives dry. It would be worth it to try, to give at LEAST that much. It gives him a goal to reach before he might give in to Nai's earlier request. ]