[ What? Like he can do it on command? Something about the tone of Nai’s words however, has Vash's mouth run dry anyway even as a breathy laugh almost ALMOST leaves his mouth. He might have even had something to say about it but the sharp, painful sensation of teeth digging into his neck aborts his ability to form cohesive words. Instead, he gasps in a sharp breath of air, the grip on his brother's hair tightening, tugging but not in an attempt to pull him away.
He bites down on his own lip hard enough to draw blood, arching his neck to give Nai room where he is. It's frustrating almost, the way he's held still and made to feel the press of Nai's hips instead of seek it out himself. It's not on command, but another whine escapes from his mouth and this time its uttered right into his brother’s ear. The welts at his hips sting, highlighting the path his brother's hands have taken over his skin where his shirt has certainly been pushed up and over scars and wounds long healed. Earlier, Vash had a mind to be self conscious about the state of his body being exposed but now he feels all too hot in the confines of his turtleneck.
Greedy. Selfish. Don’t want so much. That ugly little voice doesn’t seem to shut up despite his stubborn determination to ignore it. It wiggles around in the back of his thoughts, pushing and pressing against the heated swirls driving his actions right now. Is it selfish to want this, right now? To want it ever? To seek out these kind of indulgent, intimate touches, to feel a little smug that he’s had such a clear effect on the brother that up until now always seemed collected and determined and in control?
He shifts his flesh and bone hand from its grip in Nai’s hair, smoothing fingers over the curve at the back of his skull and down the back of his neck. He skims his hand over the line of that stupid body suit and back down over his shoulders to press his palm against the swell of his brother’s chest, feeling the muscle there for one self indulgent moment before his touch continues to travel, down an arm, over his wrist and finally where Nai’s grip rests, pushing into skin that’s already red from the drag of short nails. He doesn’t hesitate this time, gently guiding Nai’s hand up beyond the cloth of his top and over the expanse of skin underneath. ]
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He bites down on his own lip hard enough to draw blood, arching his neck to give Nai room where he is. It's frustrating almost, the way he's held still and made to feel the press of Nai's hips instead of seek it out himself. It's not on command, but another whine escapes from his mouth and this time its uttered right into his brother’s ear. The welts at his hips sting, highlighting the path his brother's hands have taken over his skin where his shirt has certainly been pushed up and over scars and wounds long healed. Earlier, Vash had a mind to be self conscious about the state of his body being exposed but now he feels all too hot in the confines of his turtleneck.
Greedy. Selfish. Don’t want so much. That ugly little voice doesn’t seem to shut up despite his stubborn determination to ignore it. It wiggles around in the back of his thoughts, pushing and pressing against the heated swirls driving his actions right now. Is it selfish to want this, right now? To want it ever? To seek out these kind of indulgent, intimate touches, to feel a little smug that he’s had such a clear effect on the brother that up until now always seemed collected and determined and in control?
He shifts his flesh and bone hand from its grip in Nai’s hair, smoothing fingers over the curve at the back of his skull and down the back of his neck. He skims his hand over the line of that stupid body suit and back down over his shoulders to press his palm against the swell of his brother’s chest, feeling the muscle there for one self indulgent moment before his touch continues to travel, down an arm, over his wrist and finally where Nai’s grip rests, pushing into skin that’s already red from the drag of short nails. He doesn’t hesitate this time, gently guiding Nai’s hand up beyond the cloth of his top and over the expanse of skin underneath. ]