( maybe because he's never asked for anything, simply taken what he wanted in lieu of thinking of anyone, literally anyone but himself up to now and he's more than been a little humbled by his brother's touch, his kisses, every single thing that has brought them to this very moment.
( and so maybe they both have a bit of a kink for it. is it really all that surprising? if nai could get vash asking so nicely so easily it would find him so hard and dripping wet simultaneously that he might actually be a bit embarrassed by it. funny, that, coming from the one that has never known shame in his life. )
he can't help but to watch him as he moves, lifting himself up and positioning his cock against his entrance, sinking down onto him and it may not be much at all at first, may not be more than the very tip pressing inside but it's more than enough to have his thighs tensing, hands pressing into warm skin where they lie just for some measure of purchase. something to ground him, and to keep him from pressing upward too quickly.
he doesn't dare try to breathe until vash is fully seated in his lap, and the faint idea of being able to feel the very slight outline of his length inside his brother's body beneath the weight of their hands against his stomach is almost enough to make him feral; the next sound out of him is something strangled, something raw as his free hand stays curled possessively over a hipbone. tightly enough that he will undoubtedly leave the prints od his fingers behind when they finally pull away from each other.
It's overwhelming, to be surrounded, enveloped by his brother's slick heat, and where vash needs a moment or two to bully air back into his lungs just so he doesn't trip back over the precarious precipice of his own pleasure nai needs … more than that. he needs to remember how to breathe, for one. he needs to not focus on how he's sure he can feel the pulse of his heartbeat in his cock every second he remains buried inside his brother without moving. he needs — )
Perfect.
( he all but chokes into the silence, meaning both vash as a whole and how he looks in that moment with his eyes so tightly shut, lips parted in shallow pants, and everything in nai aches for his twin. to be able to have him like this at all is so far beyond what he'd thought he might have been blessed with. )
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( and so maybe they both have a bit of a kink for it. is it really all that surprising? if nai could get vash asking so nicely so easily it would find him so hard and dripping wet simultaneously that he might actually be a bit embarrassed by it. funny, that, coming from the one that has never known shame in his life. )
he can't help but to watch him as he moves, lifting himself up and positioning his cock against his entrance, sinking down onto him and it may not be much at all at first, may not be more than the very tip pressing inside but it's more than enough to have his thighs tensing, hands pressing into warm skin where they lie just for some measure of purchase. something to ground him, and to keep him from pressing upward too quickly.
he doesn't dare try to breathe until vash is fully seated in his lap, and the faint idea of being able to feel the very slight outline of his length inside his brother's body beneath the weight of their hands against his stomach is almost enough to make him feral; the next sound out of him is something strangled, something raw as his free hand stays curled possessively over a hipbone. tightly enough that he will undoubtedly leave the prints od his fingers behind when they finally pull away from each other.
It's overwhelming, to be surrounded, enveloped by his brother's slick heat, and where vash needs a moment or two to bully air back into his lungs just so he doesn't trip back over the precarious precipice of his own pleasure nai needs … more than that. he needs to remember how to breathe, for one. he needs to not focus on how he's sure he can feel the pulse of his heartbeat in his cock every second he remains buried inside his brother without moving. he needs — )
Perfect.
( he all but chokes into the silence, meaning both vash as a whole and how he looks in that moment with his eyes so tightly shut, lips parted in shallow pants, and everything in nai aches for his twin. to be able to have him like this at all is so far beyond what he'd thought he might have been blessed with. )
You … are perfect.