Haha, Nai, what book of pickup lines have you been reading? [ It's a playful deflection, one that utilizes one of those smiles Vash is so quick to slap on his face. ] No. No one's ever said anything like that before.
[ Nai doesn't have to try very hard to reach his goal, really. Vash yields easily enough, keeping their tangled fingers together in favor of dropping his hold on Nai's other hand to settle one back on the back of his neck again. The touch of lips to skin that's usually covered gets the hair on the back of his neck to stand up on end, and a sigh to slip past parted lips.
This isn't nearly as heated as things seemed to have been tumbling towards just a few moments earlier, but it's nice. It's gentle, it's comforting. It feels a little like he's having some wish fulfillment dream, and it's so, so easy to relax and lean into it, to crane his neck just enough to make room for Nai to exist there. The pads of his fingers press into the muscle of Nai's neck, rubbing small circles there at the base of his skull and then down lower in slow, deliberately affectionate touches. He stops after a moment though, his fingers toying with something hard and small that feels attached to the strange bodysuit he's literally never seen his brother remove.
He pulls at it, only vaguely surprised when it gives and he realizes what he's found. He should have figured, considering the state of this place, that Nai's clothes were much more simple(?) than he'd thought they'd be. But, discovery aside, Vash pulls the little zipper latch down and once he can he slips bare fingers underneath the cloth to brush calloused fingers over skin he's certain he's never even seen before. ]
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[ Nai doesn't have to try very hard to reach his goal, really. Vash yields easily enough, keeping their tangled fingers together in favor of dropping his hold on Nai's other hand to settle one back on the back of his neck again. The touch of lips to skin that's usually covered gets the hair on the back of his neck to stand up on end, and a sigh to slip past parted lips.
This isn't nearly as heated as things seemed to have been tumbling towards just a few moments earlier, but it's nice. It's gentle, it's comforting. It feels a little like he's having some wish fulfillment dream, and it's so, so easy to relax and lean into it, to crane his neck just enough to make room for Nai to exist there. The pads of his fingers press into the muscle of Nai's neck, rubbing small circles there at the base of his skull and then down lower in slow, deliberately affectionate touches. He stops after a moment though, his fingers toying with something hard and small that feels attached to the strange bodysuit he's literally never seen his brother remove.
He pulls at it, only vaguely surprised when it gives and he realizes what he's found. He should have figured, considering the state of this place, that Nai's clothes were much more simple(?) than he'd thought they'd be. But, discovery aside, Vash pulls the little zipper latch down and once he can he slips bare fingers underneath the cloth to brush calloused fingers over skin he's certain he's never even seen before. ]