( of the two of them, surely nai is the one everyone would expect to use foul language, which makes it even better that vash is the one to let a curse slip β but we suppose it should go without saying that being able to drag something like that out of his brother in the first place is a heady, dizzying thing. where vash had been smug before, it's anyone's guess whether or not it's going to be mirrored in nai's own expression once everything is said and done, but for now β¦
he's just drinking it up along with everything else.
( refractory periods are for humans. the birds. anything that isn't them and if he ends up abusing that any time in the future β¦ heh, could you really blame him? )
vash says yes and he's breathless as he watches him move, an exhale caught on the back of his tongue that is, once again, pushed out of him in an almost-whine when fingers wrap around his length, when he lines himself up as though it would be nothing at all to sink down onto him. in one sweet, fluid motion that would see him buried to the hilt inside that gorgeous, golden body β
one of his own hands smooths over the flat of vash's stomach, unable to keep from touching him as he shifts to plant both feet flat on the floor beneath him, knees absently bumping against a very slender, very scarred back. )Yes.( he echoes, and it sounds like a plea. a prayer. something that probably has no business coming out of his mouth at all. )
Wantβ (need.) To feel you from the inside β¦ don't tease, brother, please.( ah. there it is again. he is so far gone. )
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he's just drinking it up along with everything else.
( refractory periods are for humans. the birds. anything that isn't them and if he ends up abusing that any time in the future β¦ heh, could you really blame him? )
vash says yes and he's breathless as he watches him move, an exhale caught on the back of his tongue that is, once again, pushed out of him in an almost-whine when fingers wrap around his length, when he lines himself up as though it would be nothing at all to sink down onto him. in one sweet, fluid motion that would see him buried to the hilt inside that gorgeous, golden body β
one of his own hands smooths over the flat of vash's stomach, unable to keep from touching him as he shifts to plant both feet flat on the floor beneath him, knees absently bumping against a very slender, very scarred back. ) Yes. ( he echoes, and it sounds like a plea. a prayer. something that probably has no business coming out of his mouth at all. )
Wantβ ( need. ) To feel you from the inside β¦ don't tease, brother, please. ( ah. there it is again. he is so far gone. )