( it's too much for him, that much is more than certain with how every inch of him is already trembling, just from vash sinking down onto him fully; of course it goes without saying that he's never felt anything like this before, he's never come close to this kind of pleasure and it being from the touch of vash's hands, his mouth, the slick, tight heat of him enveloping him to the point that he's sure he's never going to be able to take a proper breath again —
that just makes it more, somehow. just. because. it's vash.
every muscle in his body has tensed, it seems; his shoulders have rounded, almost hunched forward with how he's holding onto his brother, his chest and stomach little more than hard planes of rugged terrain broken only by the smallest, stunted breaths he allows in and out of his lungs. his thighs are shaking where they're pressed almost gently against vash's back, and he may as well make himself into a statue for how he dares not to move. it's too perfect, too good, too much that he doesn't want to break whatever moment this is.
the deep breath before the fall, the calm before the storm. something like that, he thinks he might have read somewhere, but he isn't sure.
still, he can't help but to look up at him with the deepest sort of reverence, pale blue eyes gone wide and dark with his arousal and expression softened, so much that every hard line has been replaced with affection, love in the deepest sense of the word, and while it might make vash uncomfortable for his gaze to remain on him for so long, he can't. he can't bring himself to look away.
there's another moment of silence, and then vash is moving — moving and mumbling things under his breath that he can only just make out — and both of nai's own hands slip up over the marred warmth of his skin to sink long fingers into his hair as he kisses him, soft but deep, purposeful as he matches the careful roll of his brother's hips with one of his own, nothing short of a whine slithering up from the back of his throat to betray him completely. )
Words, love. Tell me what you need. ( he sucks at his split lip, not enough to see it bleeding again, but enough that he can taste the lingering tinge of it. ) I'll give you anything.(i'll give you everything. )
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that just makes it more, somehow. just. because. it's vash.
every muscle in his body has tensed, it seems; his shoulders have rounded, almost hunched forward with how he's holding onto his brother, his chest and stomach little more than hard planes of rugged terrain broken only by the smallest, stunted breaths he allows in and out of his lungs. his thighs are shaking where they're pressed almost gently against vash's back, and he may as well make himself into a statue for how he dares not to move. it's too perfect, too good, too much that he doesn't want to break whatever moment this is.
the deep breath before the fall, the calm before the storm. something like that, he thinks he might have read somewhere, but he isn't sure.
still, he can't help but to look up at him with the deepest sort of reverence, pale blue eyes gone wide and dark with his arousal and expression softened, so much that every hard line has been replaced with affection, love in the deepest sense of the word, and while it might make vash uncomfortable for his gaze to remain on him for so long, he can't. he can't bring himself to look away.
there's another moment of silence, and then vash is moving — moving and mumbling things under his breath that he can only just make out — and both of nai's own hands slip up over the marred warmth of his skin to sink long fingers into his hair as he kisses him, soft but deep, purposeful as he matches the careful roll of his brother's hips with one of his own, nothing short of a whine slithering up from the back of his throat to betray him completely. )
Words, love. Tell me what you need. ( he sucks at his split lip, not enough to see it bleeding again, but enough that he can taste the lingering tinge of it. ) I'll give you anything. ( i'll give you everything. )