[ He knows. Maybe he always has known. But that's a secret he's going to carry to the grave, selfishly keeping that knowledge to himself for use whenever he wants it. It's so addicting, sitting where he is, with the view he has. The way his brother clenches around his fingers and strains to keep his hips still more than enough to make Vash ache in his pants.
It's a need he's pretty sure he hasn't felt before, a want to drive his brother past that last thread of control... He's certain he's nearly there when Knives almost doubles over, his pants turning into hitched moans. It's really all the encouragement he needs to double his efforts, fingers gliding over that same spot again and again. He's so wet that the sound of it is practically obscene.
But as determined as he is there's only so much ignoring he can do when it comes to the pressure and pain of having his hair pulled like that, especially when it's coupled with a press of fingers into his throat that make him a little light headed. Even with the buck of Knives' hips Vash eventually decides to relent, shifting a little to give in to what's being practically growled at him. He drags his tongue and lips over Knives one last time before his lips part from his dick with a wet sound, his hand following the motion with careful strokes.
This direction of events might be what Nai wants, but the amused expression on his face makes it clear that He can tell just what kind of effect he's had on Knives' body. Maybe it's a little shit eating, the heated, blown eyed expression he fits on Nai now that he's no longer making an attempt to swallow his older brother whole. ]
Nai...? [ A question he doesn't really need an answer to because he already knows. His voice is hushed, a little rough, and practically rumbling with interest as he breathes in a deep breath. He smooths both hands over Nai's inner thighs, thumbs pressing into muscle in what should hopefully be a little soothing. ]
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It's a need he's pretty sure he hasn't felt before, a want to drive his brother past that last thread of control... He's certain he's nearly there when Knives almost doubles over, his pants turning into hitched moans. It's really all the encouragement he needs to double his efforts, fingers gliding over that same spot again and again. He's so wet that the sound of it is practically obscene.
But as determined as he is there's only so much ignoring he can do when it comes to the pressure and pain of having his hair pulled like that, especially when it's coupled with a press of fingers into his throat that make him a little light headed. Even with the buck of Knives' hips Vash eventually decides to relent, shifting a little to give in to what's being practically growled at him. He drags his tongue and lips over Knives one last time before his lips part from his dick with a wet sound, his hand following the motion with careful strokes.
This direction of events might be what Nai wants, but the amused expression on his face makes it clear that He can tell just what kind of effect he's had on Knives' body. Maybe it's a little shit eating, the heated, blown eyed expression he fits on Nai now that he's no longer making an attempt to swallow his older brother whole. ]
Nai...? [ A question he doesn't really need an answer to because he already knows. His voice is hushed, a little rough, and practically rumbling with interest as he breathes in a deep breath. He smooths both hands over Nai's inner thighs, thumbs pressing into muscle in what should hopefully be a little soothing. ]