[ That's entirely unfair. And, if Vash hadn't already determined just what he was going to do, he might have been a little petulant about it. Instead, he files that little snipe away for later, and he ignores the way the thought of it makes his face flush. Of all the times to bring up something from their childhood, Knives chooses this moment?
But then, oh, then.... ]
God, huh? [ He grins a little, something warm swelling in his chest at the pitiful little whine he's able to wring out of Knives with just a few rolls of his hips. His expression is nothing short of smug, the grin lopsided, eyes hooded and dark again as his gaze flicks down from Knive's face to where their hips grind together. The sight is nothing short of obscene the head of Knives' cock peeking out with each roll of Vash's hips.
If the smug way he looks pleased with himself wavers with a jerk of his hips, no it doesn't. His hips definitely don't still a little as he catches his breath, steadying the way the feeling of it has just made him more wet, his efforts to tease his brother slowly up the same hill he'd climbed earlier clearly doing more than just driving Knives a little crazy. ]
It's just me, brother. [ Knives doesn't need to worry about anything other than the way this is making him feel, Vash's grip on his brother's thighs tightening as he relies on where his hands are to keep himself upright. His breaths are carefully measured, but nothing short of panting despite every effort he's made to keep it steady. ]
"Use your words," right? Isn't that what you said?
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But then, oh, then.... ]
God, huh? [ He grins a little, something warm swelling in his chest at the pitiful little whine he's able to wring out of Knives with just a few rolls of his hips. His expression is nothing short of smug, the grin lopsided, eyes hooded and dark again as his gaze flicks down from Knive's face to where their hips grind together. The sight is nothing short of obscene the head of Knives' cock peeking out with each roll of Vash's hips.
If the smug way he looks pleased with himself wavers with a jerk of his hips, no it doesn't. His hips definitely don't still a little as he catches his breath, steadying the way the feeling of it has just made him more wet, his efforts to tease his brother slowly up the same hill he'd climbed earlier clearly doing more than just driving Knives a little crazy. ]
It's just me, brother. [ Knives doesn't need to worry about anything other than the way this is making him feel, Vash's grip on his brother's thighs tightening as he relies on where his hands are to keep himself upright. His breaths are carefully measured, but nothing short of panting despite every effort he's made to keep it steady. ]
"Use your words," right? Isn't that what you said?