[ He's just a little startled, honestly, by being hauled up by the hem of his pants. It leaves him scrambling just a little bit, his hands flying up to clap down onto the floor on either side of his brother's head to avoid knocking their foreheads together uncomfortably.
He's barely registering what's happening to his pants before Knives' hand is down them. ]
Nai, Wai— [ His voice catches sharply in his throat, the words choked back in favor of a strangled gasp that melts into a moan uttered into Knives' mouth. It's overwhelming, too much, way too much all at once. He's barely adjusted to the feeling of Nai's hands on him, the feeling of their cocks sliding together before his own handiwork comes back to haunt him. If he'd been standing, his knees might have buckled. As it is, one hand slides between them to settle overtop the one pressing into him.
Wanted to feel him? Vash distantly thinks that he's more than accomplished that as another sound is practically panted into Nai's mouth, his body arching to rock his hips back onto those intruding fingers. If he wasn't so certain his gaze was full of his brother's own intense stare, he'd be sure he was seeing stars. He'd ignored the ache between his legs rather well in favor of focusing on his brother's pleasure, but now that the tables have turned and those hands are wringing sounds out of him it's like the carefully maintained and watched fire in his belly has raged into an entire forest fire. It's so so much but Vash realizes as he tries to figure out how best to meet his brother's touch, it's also not enough. Not nearly enough. ]
Nai, please...right there- it's— [ He can barely think to form a full sentence, so instead he leans in to claim his brother's lips in a hungry, heated kiss that's all teeth and tongue if he's granted permission. It's another way of pleading, begging, encouraging Knives to do more, press harder. ]
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He's barely registering what's happening to his pants before Knives' hand is down them. ]
Nai, Wai— [ His voice catches sharply in his throat, the words choked back in favor of a strangled gasp that melts into a moan uttered into Knives' mouth. It's overwhelming, too much, way too much all at once. He's barely adjusted to the feeling of Nai's hands on him, the feeling of their cocks sliding together before his own handiwork comes back to haunt him. If he'd been standing, his knees might have buckled. As it is, one hand slides between them to settle overtop the one pressing into him.
Wanted to feel him? Vash distantly thinks that he's more than accomplished that as another sound is practically panted into Nai's mouth, his body arching to rock his hips back onto those intruding fingers. If he wasn't so certain his gaze was full of his brother's own intense stare, he'd be sure he was seeing stars. He'd ignored the ache between his legs rather well in favor of focusing on his brother's pleasure, but now that the tables have turned and those hands are wringing sounds out of him it's like the carefully maintained and watched fire in his belly has raged into an entire forest fire. It's so so much but Vash realizes as he tries to figure out how best to meet his brother's touch, it's also not enough. Not nearly enough. ]
Nai, please...right there- it's— [ He can barely think to form a full sentence, so instead he leans in to claim his brother's lips in a hungry, heated kiss that's all teeth and tongue if he's granted permission. It's another way of pleading, begging, encouraging Knives to do more, press harder. ]