( he likes the feel of vash tucked into the crook of his neck, the weight of his body pressed down into his own, and he's pretty sure he could stay just like this for the rest of forever just soaking up the other's warmth, the glow,/i> of his coming down from his orgasm.
at least until he pinches him, and he gives a half-hearted hiss through his teeth.)What?( comes out of him, just a little petulant, nosing at any part of him he can reach from that angle. probably just a tuft of blond hair, but it's good enough for him. ) You taste good— you don't think I'm going to let that go to waste, do you?
( he knows that isn't exactly a fair play, but. does it matter? does he care? the answer is a very definitive no to both of those questions. they were mostly rhetorical, anyway.
his cock twitches when he says you're still hard, and maybe he is still so hard it hurts, but being so focused on vash's pleasure as he had been allows him to take some of that edge off. at least until his brother gets an idea in that foolish, selfless head of his, and whatever he might have been expecting, it isn't what he gets. )
Don't worry about me, you don't have t— ( he tries to make some excuse, because having never experienced the undeniable euphoria of an orgasm for himself he doesn't care if he gets off or not, not really, as long as he knows vash felt good and feels good, it's enough for him.
at least, that's what he thinks until the other straightens above him and rests his hands against his thighs, until he gives that experimental roll of his hips that has nai hissing again through his teeth, his own hands coming up to rest on vash's not unlike when they'd been fighting over that stupid honey bun.
there's more to it, this time. there's the curl of his fingers against bare skin and the helpless upward press of his own hips as he seeks out the slick heat of his core, length sliding too damned easily through his folds. )
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at least until he pinches him, and he gives a half-hearted hiss through his teeth. ) What? ( comes out of him, just a little petulant, nosing at any part of him he can reach from that angle. probably just a tuft of blond hair, but it's good enough for him. ) You taste good— you don't think I'm going to let that go to waste, do you?
( he knows that isn't exactly a fair play, but. does it matter? does he care? the answer is a very definitive no to both of those questions. they were mostly rhetorical, anyway.
his cock twitches when he says you're still hard, and maybe he is still so hard it hurts, but being so focused on vash's pleasure as he had been allows him to take some of that edge off. at least until his brother gets an idea in that foolish, selfless head of his, and whatever he might have been expecting, it isn't what he gets. )
Don't worry about me, you don't have t— ( he tries to make some excuse, because having never experienced the undeniable euphoria of an orgasm for himself he doesn't care if he gets off or not, not really, as long as he knows vash felt good and feels good, it's enough for him.
at least, that's what he thinks until the other straightens above him and rests his hands against his thighs, until he gives that experimental roll of his hips that has nai hissing again through his teeth, his own hands coming up to rest on vash's not unlike when they'd been fighting over that stupid honey bun.
there's more to it, this time. there's the curl of his fingers against bare skin and the helpless upward press of his own hips as he seeks out the slick heat of his core, length sliding too damned easily through his folds. )
My god, Vash. ( mmm. was that almost a whimper?
it sure the fuck was. )