[ For a minute, it's all Vash can manage to do to focus on his breathing and the thudding of his heart in his own ears as he slowly climbs down from his orgasm. He feels a little bit like a bundle of wet noodles, and hiding in the crook of his brother's neck, with his mouth worrying his own little bruise against pale skin is all too alluring. He almost doesn't realize what, exactly, Nai is doing until he groans like that, and Vash's attention is caught. Wide blue eyes watch as Nai cleans his hand off and each passing moment re-lights something new in his gut. Not that he'd ever admit it. ]
Nai! [ He lifts a hand to pinch at the meat of Nai's chest, not a nipple but somewhere a little less sensitive. He's so embarrassing, Vash feels like his face is on fire, a far deeper red settling on his cheeks and his ears than it has in the last however long it has been that they've been like this. He looks almost petulant, flushed and still breathing a little hard. But it's when he shifts his body in his brother's lap and he feels the hard length of him slide against the parts of him that are still so sensitive that it makes him hiss— that Vash realizes he's more or less left his brother behind. ]
Wait... you're still hard. [ Vash's expression pinches, fingers immediately soothing the place he'd abused on Nai only a moment or two before, a sudden embarrassment flushing his skin clear down to his own chest. ] I'm sorry, I should've...
[ He chews on his lower lip again, that same bruised and split spot, tongue pushing into the split absently as the cogs in his brain turn. He's still a little noodle-y if the way he moves and wavers is any indication but it doesn't stop him from sitting up and pushing back to settle his hands on his brother's thighs. He doesn't wait to clarify or even explain, and he certainly doesn't give Nai a chance to ask or to stop him. He gives his hips an experimental roll, his grip tightens on Nai's thighs painfully, nails digging into skin as his body throbs, still sensitive and so wet. It makes it a little easier the second time, grinding Nai's freshly slicked length over his folds. Vash isn't exactly hard himself, but he certainly seems to be working himself up with each movement he makes. ]
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Nai! [ He lifts a hand to pinch at the meat of Nai's chest, not a nipple but somewhere a little less sensitive. He's so embarrassing, Vash feels like his face is on fire, a far deeper red settling on his cheeks and his ears than it has in the last however long it has been that they've been like this. He looks almost petulant, flushed and still breathing a little hard. But it's when he shifts his body in his brother's lap and he feels the hard length of him slide against the parts of him that are still so sensitive that it makes him hiss— that Vash realizes he's more or less left his brother behind. ]
Wait... you're still hard. [ Vash's expression pinches, fingers immediately soothing the place he'd abused on Nai only a moment or two before, a sudden embarrassment flushing his skin clear down to his own chest. ] I'm sorry, I should've...
[ He chews on his lower lip again, that same bruised and split spot, tongue pushing into the split absently as the cogs in his brain turn. He's still a little noodle-y if the way he moves and wavers is any indication but it doesn't stop him from sitting up and pushing back to settle his hands on his brother's thighs. He doesn't wait to clarify or even explain, and he certainly doesn't give Nai a chance to ask or to stop him. He gives his hips an experimental roll, his grip tightens on Nai's thighs painfully, nails digging into skin as his body throbs, still sensitive and so wet. It makes it a little easier the second time, grinding Nai's freshly slicked length over his folds. Vash isn't exactly hard himself, but he certainly seems to be working himself up with each movement he makes. ]