( this might not be the first time vash has felt something like this — from another's hands, maybe — but every touch of his brother's hands and mouth had been a first for him, which means he should have been, perhaps, uncomfortably sensitive to anything that might have come after, but as it so happens he's so focused on the other's pleasure, on bringing it out of him alongside all of those gorgeous sounds that he's all but forgotten about himself entirely in the interim.
he could have already come by now, himself, but nah. narration would like to say just how delightful it is to have him hanging in pleasure limbo, even when he doesn't seem to be fussed by it at all, because vash is beautiful as he crests the wave of his pleasure and comes crashing down with it.
the threat of tears breaks across his brother's lashes like tiny constellations and he has half a mind to press his lips to them, to brush them away with kisses but he holds himself back from it, just on the off-chance that it isn't a welcome thing. that it isn't something vash wants attention drawn to.
instead, he gives over a low, rumbling chuckle that filters up from the very back of his throat as those words finally come forward, and if his fingers press just a bit harder against that spot inside him, they absolutely do not. he's not that much of a sadist …
( and if you believe that, something-something-time-share-in-bermuda-something-something. ) )
You get one free pass. ( he finally says instead, voice gravel-rough on the back of his tongue, thick with arousal. there's an implication in that, though, like it's going to happen again, and the thought of it alone thrills him more than he'll ever admit to.
he watches vash's pleasure flicker across his face until he presses it into the crook of his neck, until he bites and nai growls with that, too, the vibration resonating deep in his chest and filtering upward until only the very end of it is what loses itself in the air between them. heated and belonging not to himself, but his twin, much like everything else in this moment isn't his own.
nai's cock twitches against the other's own as he comes, a sound catching in the back of his own throat that comes eerily close to a whimper, but he'll be denying that until he takes his last breath; it's not like anything else he's ever had the chance to witness before, the gorgeous way his brother's body bows beneath the weight of his pleasure, of his orgasm, and he goes so far as to nuzzle into a tanned, scarred shoulder as vash's hips arch away from his hand, and at the very least he has the decency to not press further.
yet.
but something compels him to bring that hand upward, to take in the way his fingers glisten with the evidence of his pleasure, of his release, and something deeper compels him even more to bring that hand to his lips and lick at the tips of his fingers. the taste of him is sweet, heady, dizzying and before he realizes he's done so he's licking his fingers, his palm, his wrist clean with a low moan that sounds all at once pleased and … just a little bit empty.
he'll realize there's still an ache in the pit of his stomach soon. but not right this second. )
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he could have already come by now, himself, but nah. narration would like to say just how delightful it is to have him hanging in pleasure limbo, even when he doesn't seem to be fussed by it at all, because vash is beautiful as he crests the wave of his pleasure and comes crashing down with it.
the threat of tears breaks across his brother's lashes like tiny constellations and he has half a mind to press his lips to them, to brush them away with kisses but he holds himself back from it, just on the off-chance that it isn't a welcome thing. that it isn't something vash wants attention drawn to.
instead, he gives over a low, rumbling chuckle that filters up from the very back of his throat as those words finally come forward, and if his fingers press just a bit harder against that spot inside him, they absolutely do not. he's not that much of a sadist …
( and if you believe that, something-something-time-share-in-bermuda-something-something. ) )
You get one free pass. ( he finally says instead, voice gravel-rough on the back of his tongue, thick with arousal. there's an implication in that, though, like it's going to happen again, and the thought of it alone thrills him more than he'll ever admit to.
he watches vash's pleasure flicker across his face until he presses it into the crook of his neck, until he bites and nai growls with that, too, the vibration resonating deep in his chest and filtering upward until only the very end of it is what loses itself in the air between them. heated and belonging not to himself, but his twin, much like everything else in this moment isn't his own.
nai's cock twitches against the other's own as he comes, a sound catching in the back of his own throat that comes eerily close to a whimper, but he'll be denying that until he takes his last breath; it's not like anything else he's ever had the chance to witness before, the gorgeous way his brother's body bows beneath the weight of his pleasure, of his orgasm, and he goes so far as to nuzzle into a tanned, scarred shoulder as vash's hips arch away from his hand, and at the very least he has the decency to not press further.
yet.but something compels him to bring that hand upward, to take in the way his fingers glisten with the evidence of his pleasure, of his release, and something deeper compels him even more to bring that hand to his lips and lick at the tips of his fingers. the taste of him is sweet, heady, dizzying and before he realizes he's done so he's licking his fingers, his palm, his wrist clean with a low moan that sounds all at once pleased and … just a little bit empty.
he'll realize there's still an ache in the pit of his stomach soon. but not right this second. )