( you have always kind of worn your heart on your sleeve, vash, that much isn't exactly news; but the longer he finds himself here, the more he thinks he might actually have to be grateful for the people he's taken to keeping the company of. he might not have met very many of him, homebodied recluse that he has a tendency to be even on the best of days, but … that's just the thing of it. vash needs people, whether he chooses to realize it for himself or not.
and he doubly needs people who can call him out on all of that self-deprecation when he needs to hear it.
as for what he wants; in this very moment, nai would give him anything within his power to do so, and if it just happens to be the warmth of his own body pressed against his, of his kisses, his presence, it's definitely within his wheelhouse to do as much.
the sound out of him that comes from the bite to his lip isn't one of pain, more surprise than anything else laced with … something else entirely, something that brings a light flush to the very tips of his ears and the rise of his cheekbones, made so much more noticeable with how pale he is in comparison to his twin brother, and you won't say a word about it if you know better, vash. don't call him out on blushing just from a lip bite.
( please. please call him out on blushing just from a lip bite. )
his heart sings at the sound of his name out of vash's mouth, like that, and he returns the bump of nose against nose and a quick, teasing nip in retaliation because he'll never find himself above being a little shit in return for his brother's antics.
absently, one of his hands slips warm fingers beneath the edge of the other's shirt, almost tickling across the skin of his lower belly, testing, but still asking for permission. ) Vash … ( against his mouth, followed by an increasingly heated kiss. )
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and he doubly needs people who can call him out on all of that self-deprecation when he needs to hear it.
as for what he wants; in this very moment, nai would give him anything within his power to do so, and if it just happens to be the warmth of his own body pressed against his, of his kisses, his presence, it's definitely within his wheelhouse to do as much.
the sound out of him that comes from the bite to his lip isn't one of pain, more surprise than anything else laced with … something else entirely, something that brings a light flush to the very tips of his ears and the rise of his cheekbones, made so much more noticeable with how pale he is in comparison to his twin brother, and you won't say a word about it if you know better, vash. don't call him out on blushing just from a lip bite.
( please. please call him out on blushing just from a lip bite. )
his heart sings at the sound of his name out of vash's mouth, like that, and he returns the bump of nose against nose and a quick, teasing nip in retaliation because he'll never find himself above being a little shit in return for his brother's antics.
absently, one of his hands slips warm fingers beneath the edge of the other's shirt, almost tickling across the skin of his lower belly, testing, but still asking for permission. ) Vash … ( against his mouth, followed by an increasingly heated kiss. )
Is this all right?