( of course vash is in the driver's seat here — he knows more about what he's doing than his brother does, already on the verge of overstimulation from the simplest things, the smallest things; vash's hands on him, vash's body clutching him tight, hot and wet and gorgeous and vash looking at him like he does, like he's finally figuring out where he stands in all this. realizing that he holds all the cards and decides how and when this moves forward.
nai doesn't mind, either. he doesn't mind being led or even directed when it's vash, because vash is so much more worldly than he is in more ways than he can count and especially like this, having never even come close to feeling pleasure like this before he'd put his hands on him, his mouth on him, he'll do anything he wants with the kind of vigor that can only come from. well. a fucking virgin.
turbo virgin. but we're only saying that in introspection. because it's funny, and it's going to remain funny.
breathe, he says, you have to remember to breathe and he takes in a gulping breath of air that ends up leaving him in an almost sobbing exhale. he's overwhelmed but in the best way, the absolute best fucking way but he does take a few shuddering breaths, in and out and in and out again as vash sets the kind of pace that brings a low, rumbling sound from the back of his throat, the kind of pace that makes him want to match it with his own movements, stuttered upward rolls of his hips that stutter just as much as his labored breaths and he wants, he doesn't think he's ever wanted something as badly as this. his brother, his hands and his mouth and his eyes on him and his body clenching so gloriously down around him.
the whole of him. every single bit of him, inside and out. that's what he wants.
vash's thumb plays over his bottom lip and he parts his lips to invite it into his mouth, tongue licking almost playfully at the pad as he reaches with one hand to trail the very tips of his own fingers over the length of his brother's cock. he hasn't touched him here yet, and he wants to, thumb passing over the head and spreading any accumulation of moisture there downward in a slow, languid stroke. )
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nai doesn't mind, either. he doesn't mind being led or even directed when it's vash, because vash is so much more worldly than he is in more ways than he can count and especially like this, having never even come close to feeling pleasure like this before he'd put his hands on him, his mouth on him, he'll do anything he wants with the kind of vigor that can only come from. well. a fucking virgin.
turbo virgin. but we're only saying that in introspection. because it's funny, and it's going to remain funny.
breathe, he says, you have to remember to breathe and he takes in a gulping breath of air that ends up leaving him in an almost sobbing exhale. he's overwhelmed but in the best way, the absolute best fucking way but he does take a few shuddering breaths, in and out and in and out again as vash sets the kind of pace that brings a low, rumbling sound from the back of his throat, the kind of pace that makes him want to match it with his own movements, stuttered upward rolls of his hips that stutter just as much as his labored breaths and he wants, he doesn't think he's ever wanted something as badly as this. his brother, his hands and his mouth and his eyes on him and his body clenching so gloriously down around him.
the whole of him. every single bit of him, inside and out. that's what he wants.
vash's thumb plays over his bottom lip and he parts his lips to invite it into his mouth, tongue licking almost playfully at the pad as he reaches with one hand to trail the very tips of his own fingers over the length of his brother's cock. he hasn't touched him here yet, and he wants to, thumb passing over the head and spreading any accumulation of moisture there downward in a slow, languid stroke. )