( what do you mean? it's entirely fair; every single thing about this is fair because he is the most fair individual in the known world and he would never, never use something to his advantage just because he could.
and if you believe that ā¦
but. all right. all right, it really isn't fair when vash finds a rhythm with every roll of his hips and it really is obscene, watching the way his slick coats him more with each pass, how he glistens more and more between his thighs in a way that makes nai want to taste him at his source, and maybe he'll do that later, when he can focus on something that isn't solely how his brother is moving against him like he was meant to do nothing else.
he might have forgotten his own pleasure in lieu of focusing on vash, and he doesn't regret that. but it really isn't going to take a genius to figure out how far gone he is now that the focus is back on him, if the next sound out of him is any indication. it's not quite a whimper, not really, but it's dangerously close to it.
he shivers at the word brother, hands smoothing up and over vash's hips in an attempt to find a hold there, thumbs brushing over the rise of hipbones. )Gremlin.( he practically growls, but there's no heat to it at all. not a single drop of it as he searches for the words he wants to say, or at least ones that might get him more.) Can Iā please.
( he stops there, but there's another filthy upward roll of his hips that may or may not tease the head of his cock against vash's entrance, and he jolts, swallowing around another helpless sound that would be embarrassing if he had any idea what shame felt like. )
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and if you believe that ā¦
but. all right. all right, it really isn't fair when vash finds a rhythm with every roll of his hips and it really is obscene, watching the way his slick coats him more with each pass, how he glistens more and more between his thighs in a way that makes nai want to taste him at his source, and maybe he'll do that later, when he can focus on something that isn't solely how his brother is moving against him like he was meant to do nothing else.
he might have forgotten his own pleasure in lieu of focusing on vash, and he doesn't regret that. but it really isn't going to take a genius to figure out how far gone he is now that the focus is back on him, if the next sound out of him is any indication. it's not quite a whimper, not really, but it's dangerously close to it.
he shivers at the word brother, hands smoothing up and over vash's hips in an attempt to find a hold there, thumbs brushing over the rise of hipbones. ) Gremlin. ( he practically growls, but there's no heat to it at all. not a single drop of it as he searches for the words he wants to say, or at least ones that might get him more. ) Can Iā please.
( he stops there, but there's another filthy upward roll of his hips that may or may not tease the head of his cock against vash's entrance, and he jolts, swallowing around another helpless sound that would be embarrassing if he had any idea what shame felt like. )