[ This isn't the first time Vash has felt his body race towards this particular finish line, but it is the first time anyone or anything but himself and his own hands have done it. It's also been a while—years maybe, since he'd felt the inclination or desire to. Maybe that's why he feels so sensitive now? It's certainly a question on his mind as he focuses on the heated ache curling low in his stomach. To think that it's Nai that's pulling these noises out of him like he's spending the afternoon playing the piano is embarrassing.
His brother's voice pulls his thoughts outward and Vash whimpers against his mouth. Words? Use his words? How the hell does Knives expect him to use his words when he can barely think straight? Tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes and it takes so much more effort than he thought it would to push himself up with his one free hand, his back arching into each roll of their hips in the meantime. He only half-heartedly smacks his fist down against his brother's chest in response, his lower lip sticking out ever so slightly. ]
You— It's not so easy to think when-
[ He's so SO close, and it should be obvious based on the way his walls squeeze around Nai's fingers, the pleasure and pressure building with every stroke and press of those digits. The sound of just how wet he is, the pounding of his heart hammering in his ears, the sound of Nai's breathing, all of it is overwhelming, making it harder for Vash to think about anything other than chasing after that heat building in his gut. Each time Vash thinks he's pulling in a breath to speak another gasp or moan tumbles out instead and he settles a hazy-eyed look on his brother as he clenches his free hand, nails digging sharply into pale skin. The next roll of their hips that drags their cocks together is enough to push him over the edge from which he'd been so precariously dangling.
He practically buries his face in the crook of his brother's neck, teeth sinking into skin in an effort to keep from making so much noise. The force of it is almost certain to leave a mark, and later he might even apologize for it. But not right now.
He'd just been resting his hand over Nai's before, but now with muscles taught and his body still zinging, he tightens his grip to stop Nai from moving his fingers any more, his hips arching jerkily away from a touch that's pressing against now too-sensitive parts of him. Still, he's self-conscious, more than a little aware that he may very well have come before his brother even had a chance to. ]
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His brother's voice pulls his thoughts outward and Vash whimpers against his mouth. Words? Use his words? How the hell does Knives expect him to use his words when he can barely think straight? Tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes and it takes so much more effort than he thought it would to push himself up with his one free hand, his back arching into each roll of their hips in the meantime. He only half-heartedly smacks his fist down against his brother's chest in response, his lower lip sticking out ever so slightly. ]
You— It's not so easy to think when-
[ He's so SO close, and it should be obvious based on the way his walls squeeze around Nai's fingers, the pleasure and pressure building with every stroke and press of those digits. The sound of just how wet he is, the pounding of his heart hammering in his ears, the sound of Nai's breathing, all of it is overwhelming, making it harder for Vash to think about anything other than chasing after that heat building in his gut. Each time Vash thinks he's pulling in a breath to speak another gasp or moan tumbles out instead and he settles a hazy-eyed look on his brother as he clenches his free hand, nails digging sharply into pale skin. The next roll of their hips that drags their cocks together is enough to push him over the edge from which he'd been so precariously dangling.
He practically buries his face in the crook of his brother's neck, teeth sinking into skin in an effort to keep from making so much noise. The force of it is almost certain to leave a mark, and later he might even apologize for it. But not right now.
He'd just been resting his hand over Nai's before, but now with muscles taught and his body still zinging, he tightens his grip to stop Nai from moving his fingers any more, his hips arching jerkily away from a touch that's pressing against now too-sensitive parts of him. Still, he's self-conscious, more than a little aware that he may very well have come before his brother even had a chance to. ]