[ It's too much. It's too much but... greedily, it's still somehow not enough. He's so focused on steadying his own breaths that he almost almost misses the fact that Knives seems to be holding his breath entirely—something that, back home, wouldn't have mattered but here, Vash almost feels the need to squeeze his thighs around Knive's hips like a reminder. It isn't until he feels his brother's grip at his hip that he's certain that Knives isn't just going to accidentally suffocate himself.
He's certain he'll wind up with bruises on his hip, but he doesn't care. Not when he feels like the dull pain and pressure of it feels almost as good as the way he throbs around Knives' cock. If he thinks about it too much, he's certain he won't last. Just the jolt of muscles flexing against his back rocks him forward, Vash reflexively grinding their hips together again.
Oh, god. Vash's fingers cling to the hand at his stomach, clenching as he presses Knives' hand against his abdomen, pressing that hand against the shape of him seated deep inside. Vash can't feel it with his own, but he knows it's there, all of his senses full of just Knives.
—Full of the heat of him, the sound of his voice, the way each breath sounds like it hitches every time he exhales, it's almost as if he can hear the effort Knives is making to keep himself under control. When he finally opens his eyes and looks down, the sight of him is almost embarrassing, the way he stares up at him like Vash is something to be revered. It makes Vash's skin prickle in the funniest way, almost wanting to turn invisible.
You ... are perfect. It's high praise, coming from anyone, but especially his brother, the one soul in the world that he feels the closest to. A whimper flutters past Vash's lips the moment the words hit his ears, his inner muscles clenching around Knives reflexively. He hasn't even started to move yet, and he's not sure he can, not with the way his legs shake with the effort to just keep himself still in the moment. ]
Too much, Nai. It's—I need— [ Words, Vash. He struggles to voice just exactly what he needs, but a moment later he's shifting, his hips rolling just a little, achingly slow as he tests his limits and slowly leans forward to brush parted lips against his brother's. ]
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He's certain he'll wind up with bruises on his hip, but he doesn't care. Not when he feels like the dull pain and pressure of it feels almost as good as the way he throbs around Knives' cock. If he thinks about it too much, he's certain he won't last. Just the jolt of muscles flexing against his back rocks him forward, Vash reflexively grinding their hips together again.
Oh, god. Vash's fingers cling to the hand at his stomach, clenching as he presses Knives' hand against his abdomen, pressing that hand against the shape of him seated deep inside. Vash can't feel it with his own, but he knows it's there, all of his senses full of just Knives.
—Full of the heat of him, the sound of his voice, the way each breath sounds like it hitches every time he exhales, it's almost as if he can hear the effort Knives is making to keep himself under control. When he finally opens his eyes and looks down, the sight of him is almost embarrassing, the way he stares up at him like Vash is something to be revered. It makes Vash's skin prickle in the funniest way, almost wanting to turn invisible.
You ... are perfect. It's high praise, coming from anyone, but especially his brother, the one soul in the world that he feels the closest to. A whimper flutters past Vash's lips the moment the words hit his ears, his inner muscles clenching around Knives reflexively. He hasn't even started to move yet, and he's not sure he can, not with the way his legs shake with the effort to just keep himself still in the moment. ]
Too much, Nai. It's—I need— [ Words, Vash. He struggles to voice just exactly what he needs, but a moment later he's shifting, his hips rolling just a little, achingly slow as he tests his limits and slowly leans forward to brush parted lips against his brother's. ]