( there could never be anyone else to see him like this, could there? it's been mentioned before and will undoubtedly be mentioned again that there is no one else he would trust to see him like this, have him this vulnerable beneath their hands, their mouth, their eyes.
the way vash looks at him … it's an addictive thing in its own right, not only because no one else has ever looked at him like that, but because he wants his brother's attention angled in his direction always. look at me, always look at me, vash, please —
his twin pulls off of him and the sound that comes with it is obscene to say the very least of it; it leaves nai shaking, he already had been, yes but now his whole body may very well be trying to shake itself apart for how he's trying to keep his composure, to hold himself together until he gets something very, very specific he wants from his brother.
the mismatched hands smoothing over the insides of his thighs are soothing, of course they are, but before he can give over even a reasonable facsimile of a response he's reaching for the waistband of vash's pants to haul him upward by it; fingers work at button and zipper and all at once he's delving beneath whatever layers await him, seeking out the hard length of his cock and the slick heat of his cunt at the same time. greedy, now that he doesn't have to think too much about whether or not he's allowed.
he pushes the other's pants down until he's mostly revealed to him, stroking over the length of him with one hand, lining them both up to grin up against him at the very same moment the fingers of his other hand seek to press inside him, two at once as he'd done, mimicking the inward press and the curl when he finds the spongy bump of something interesting. )
I told you— ( he pants, whines, growls against the line of his mouth all at once. ) I wanted to feel you.
( however you thought this was going to move forward, if it wasn't this, it's going to have to wait. you're patient, aren't you vash? patient enough to let his inexperienced hands seek to wring your pleasure from you, as you have his from him? )
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the way vash looks at him … it's an addictive thing in its own right, not only because no one else has ever looked at him like that, but because he wants his brother's attention angled in his direction always. look at me, always look at me, vash, please —
his twin pulls off of him and the sound that comes with it is obscene to say the very least of it; it leaves nai shaking, he already had been, yes but now his whole body may very well be trying to shake itself apart for how he's trying to keep his composure, to hold himself together until he gets something very, very specific he wants from his brother.
the mismatched hands smoothing over the insides of his thighs are soothing, of course they are, but before he can give over even a reasonable facsimile of a response he's reaching for the waistband of vash's pants to haul him upward by it; fingers work at button and zipper and all at once he's delving beneath whatever layers await him, seeking out the hard length of his cock and the slick heat of his cunt at the same time. greedy, now that he doesn't have to think too much about whether or not he's allowed.
he pushes the other's pants down until he's mostly revealed to him, stroking over the length of him with one hand, lining them both up to grin up against him at the very same moment the fingers of his other hand seek to press inside him, two at once as he'd done, mimicking the inward press and the curl when he finds the spongy bump of something interesting. )
I told you— ( he pants, whines, growls against the line of his mouth all at once. ) I wanted to feel you.
( however you thought this was going to move forward, if it wasn't this, it's going to have to wait. you're patient, aren't you vash? patient enough to let his inexperienced hands seek to wring your pleasure from you, as you have his from him? )