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Haha, maybe just a little. You're amazing. [ Beautiful. Perfect. A much better array of words for someone like Knives than someone like him. It goes unsaid though as Vash drinks in each sound, each subtle movement, parting of his thighs, each gasp he's able to coax from his brother.

Someone who isn't as familiar with Knives might find the state he's currently in strange, alarmingly vulnerable and unlike him. But Vash knows better. Even after over a century of being separated, pushed to opposite sides of a moral question, Vash feels as though he can read his brother better than he ever could before. Perhaps it's just for him that Knives is easy like this, he's always been different with him than with anyone else. Perhaps it had been why Vash never really wanted to give up, wanted so desperately to get him to see things from his perspective. ]

You will. [ But not yet. Is the simple answer, though the way Vash watches his brother is intense in a way that is deeply observant, even as nails drag down over his scalp and neck. He's like a cat, arching into the touch and the pain of it, a breath exhaled past his lips. He doesn't move to leave where he is though, despite the implication in words left unsaid by his twin. Instead, his mouth finds the head of his cock, previously intense gaze drooping to something half-lidded as he swirls his tongue over the tip and slides more of him into the warmth of his mouth.

One hand rests against the inside of Knives' thigh, the thumb of it pressing soothing circles into the skin there as he takes a minute to breathe in deep through his nose. Maybe in a way, the touch is meant to soothe his own nerves as much as it's meant to for his brother, the way his stomach rumbles with butterflies and electric zings. He's heard the sounds Knives is making, he's almost certain that what he's doing is being enjoyed, but there's that little bit of uncertainty. It has him lifting his gaze to watch again as he finally starts to bob his head in achingly slow motions.

Vash slides cool prosthetic digits lower, circling around his hole but not quite pushing in, not at first. Not yet. He figures it might be a little overwhelming, a little too much. But even as he watches Knives carefully, there's a wordless question in his gaze, mouth clearly too occupied to voice it. ]

( oh —

so. maybe rem had been very, very liberal with letting her boys know how proud she was of them all the time, how perfect they were regardless of how they turned out with regard to their status as independents — but that sort of praise coming from vash sets his blood on fire to the point that it catches him so off-guard he forgets to breathe for a handful of seconds. long enough to find his lungs burning with it, and his next inhale carving a path through him almost painfully.

( that's something else he's had to get used to; pain and all things adjacent, the bulk of which he'd experienced when he'd first refused to eat until his brother had shoved food into his mouth, but this is something else entirely, something that he thinks he's quickly going to become addicted to, and alongside everything else pertaining to vash …

it's a very dangerous problem to have. )

you will, he says, though he doesn't believe it's going to be anytime soon, not with the mischievous light in his eyes and the way he seems to content to keep right on doing what he's doing; it wouldn't be so overwhelming, he thinks distantly, if he had any measure of experience even with his own body, but since he hadn't really thought to bother before now every single touch from his brother's hands and lips and tongue already find him teetering on the edge of too much, not enough, and it's dizzying in the sense that vash has barely even touched him.

again, it sould be embarrassing, really. but since it's only the two of them and he's never known what it is to feel shame, that sort of thing is off the table.

he tries to say something in response to the last words out of the other's mouth, tries to get something in edgewise but he doesn't have a chance. not when the heat of his mouth is suddenly engulfing his cock and the sound startled out of him isn't quite a moan so much as … almost a cry, sharp and abbreviated with the next hitch of his breath and the way his hips stutter to keep from pushing further. deeper.

one hand stays curled around the back of vash's neck while the other combs through messy blond hair, just for something to do because he can't remain completely idle, fingertips brushing sweetly, reverently over the beat of his pulse, thumb seemingly absently grazing over the earring he'd given him for their birthday.

there's barely a sliver of color left in his eyes when he catches vash's gaze again, the thinnest ring of icy blue surrounding deep, endless black and he's unconscious of the way his thighs seek to spread even wider for him, to bare even more of himself for his brother, as if he didn't already belong to him completely in this moment.

and every other, but that's neither here nor there. ) You're— ( perfect. wonderful. lovely. mine —

his inner muscles twitch around nothing and suddenly he feels achingly empty, slick coating prosthetic digits where they tease but go no further, and he wants so badly that he's dripping. ) God, Vash, you're unbelievable.

( please. more. )

[ It's incredibly self satisfying to know he's the reason his brother is coming to pieces right now. If Vash were the type, he'd probably feel smug knowing the fact that it's his mouth and his hands that have his brother nearly begging in front of him, legs spread open in a way that Vash KNOWS no one else has had him. It's what has him racing down this path to pull whatever sound he can manage from Knives' throat, and he's only rewarded for his efforts by every little gasp or whimper or moan. The best part, though, is the praise. It makes sense that that seems to be something that the both of them enjoy.

To be honest, it's the small touches that are the most encouraging, the soothing presence of familiar fingers at his pulse, the encouraging sensation of fingers carding through his hair. Vash exhales a hum around where his mouth is currently busy, each slide of his lips overheated skin getting more and more bold, a little more of him disappearing into his mouth before he slides up again. He feels Knives' dick hit the back of his throat, and for a moment it takes effort not to gag around him. It certainly puts a stutter in his rhythm as he takes a moment to breathe and another to look up at his brother like some kind of check-in.

He's absolutely certain that the look he sees on Knives' face is one he wants to see again, if he's let to.

He's not going to tease Knives forever, either. Though he doesn't directly ask for it, it's almost like Vash understands anyway. Maybe it's because they're twins, in tune with one another in a way literally no one else in the universe is. Or maybe it's because from where Vash is, where his fingers are currently playing, there's no denying the reaction that he's getting from is dear "elder" brother. He slips two fingers in where Knives' body is busy clenching around nothing, prosthetic digits pressing against hot, wet walls as Vash makes an effort to curl them in just the way he knows feels the best when he's done it to himself.

Distantly, he wonders if he can get his brother to come while they're like this, his mouth and hands doing their best to wring Knives dry. It would be worth it to try, to give at LEAST that much. It gives him a goal to reach before he might give in to Nai's earlier request. ]

( if he's perfectly honest with himself — really, truly honest — he doesn't think there could ever have been another that could get him like this. there could never be another that could even hope to try and, again, that's a line he's crossing with the thoughts of human boundaries, but they're there all the same, and there really is no coming back from them, is there?

whatever vash wants to pull from him, sound or reaction or some measure of both, they're only ever going to be his. for the taking, for the keeping because he doesn't want anyone else to have them. because what they have here is something nothing and no one else can touch, and he intends ( hopes, prays, please ) to keep it that way.

the praise going both ways … it surprises nai more than it surprises vash, it seems. but then, he hasn't heard anything like it since rem, has he? since she'd called them both her perfect boys.

( he doesn't deserve it and he knows it. but. that's neither here nor there. )

you want to see him like this again? you don't even have to ask —

because even where knives' own plea falls short, asking but not, begging but not, vash fills in the spaces between his words like fingers parsing out braille; he knows what he isn't saying without him even having to hint at more, and when those two prosthetic fingers press inside him, when they curl he nearly doubles over. nearly pulls himself as tight as a plucked bowsting, that mouth around him and those fingers inside him wringing his pleasure from him as though it wasn't his to give in the first place, but vash's to mold as he sees fit.

he isn't going to last like this. he isn't going to last and he hates the thought of it, because vash hasn't let him touch and he wants to touch so badly that he sobs out his next moan, breath hitching and cutting into his throat like something tangible. bleeding on its exit. )

Vash.

( his teeth grit around his name, a snarl more than anything else, fingers pulling at his hair and pressing harder into the column of his throat in turn, even as his hips give a traitorous buck upward.

baby brother … you are going to be the death of him. you know that, don't you? )

[ He knows. Maybe he always has known. But that's a secret he's going to carry to the grave, selfishly keeping that knowledge to himself for use whenever he wants it. It's so addicting, sitting where he is, with the view he has. The way his brother clenches around his fingers and strains to keep his hips still more than enough to make Vash ache in his pants.

It's a need he's pretty sure he hasn't felt before, a want to drive his brother past that last thread of control... He's certain he's nearly there when Knives almost doubles over, his pants turning into hitched moans. It's really all the encouragement he needs to double his efforts, fingers gliding over that same spot again and again. He's so wet that the sound of it is practically obscene.

But as determined as he is there's only so much ignoring he can do when it comes to the pressure and pain of having his hair pulled like that, especially when it's coupled with a press of fingers into his throat that make him a little light headed. Even with the buck of Knives' hips Vash eventually decides to relent, shifting a little to give in to what's being practically growled at him. He drags his tongue and lips over Knives one last time before his lips part from his dick with a wet sound, his hand following the motion with careful strokes.

This direction of events might be what Nai wants, but the amused expression on his face makes it clear that He can tell just what kind of effect he's had on Knives' body. Maybe it's a little shit eating, the heated, blown eyed expression he fits on Nai now that he's no longer making an attempt to swallow his older brother whole. ]

Nai...? [ A question he doesn't really need an answer to because he already knows. His voice is hushed, a little rough, and practically rumbling with interest as he breathes in a deep breath. He smooths both hands over Nai's inner thighs, thumbs pressing into muscle in what should hopefully be a little soothing. ]

( there could never be anyone else to see him like this, could there? it's been mentioned before and will undoubtedly be mentioned again that there is no one else he would trust to see him like this, have him this vulnerable beneath their hands, their mouth, their eyes.

the way vash looks at him … it's an addictive thing in its own right, not only because no one else has ever looked at him like that, but because he wants his brother's attention angled in his direction always. look at me, always look at me, vash, please —

his twin pulls off of him and the sound that comes with it is obscene to say the very least of it; it leaves nai shaking, he already had been, yes but now his whole body may very well be trying to shake itself apart for how he's trying to keep his composure, to hold himself together until he gets something very, very specific he wants from his brother.

the mismatched hands smoothing over the insides of his thighs are soothing, of course they are, but before he can give over even a reasonable facsimile of a response he's reaching for the waistband of vash's pants to haul him upward by it; fingers work at button and zipper and all at once he's delving beneath whatever layers await him, seeking out the hard length of his cock and the slick heat of his cunt at the same time. greedy, now that he doesn't have to think too much about whether or not he's allowed.

he pushes the other's pants down until he's mostly revealed to him, stroking over the length of him with one hand, lining them both up to grin up against him at the very same moment the fingers of his other hand seek to press inside him, two at once as he'd done, mimicking the inward press and the curl when he finds the spongy bump of something interesting. )

I told you— ( he pants, whines, growls against the line of his mouth all at once. ) I wanted to feel you.

( however you thought this was going to move forward, if it wasn't this, it's going to have to wait. you're patient, aren't you vash? patient enough to let his inexperienced hands seek to wring your pleasure from you, as you have his from him? )

Edited (using the same fucking icon again DO NOT PERCEIVE ME) 2023-10-02 06:24 (UTC)

[ He's just a little startled, honestly, by being hauled up by the hem of his pants. It leaves him scrambling just a little bit, his hands flying up to clap down onto the floor on either side of his brother's head to avoid knocking their foreheads together uncomfortably.

He's barely registering what's happening to his pants before Knives' hand is down them. ]

Nai, Wai— [ His voice catches sharply in his throat, the words choked back in favor of a strangled gasp that melts into a moan uttered into Knives' mouth. It's overwhelming, too much, way too much all at once. He's barely adjusted to the feeling of Nai's hands on him, the feeling of their cocks sliding together before his own handiwork comes back to haunt him. If he'd been standing, his knees might have buckled. As it is, one hand slides between them to settle overtop the one pressing into him.

Wanted to feel him? Vash distantly thinks that he's more than accomplished that as another sound is practically panted into Nai's mouth, his body arching to rock his hips back onto those intruding fingers. If he wasn't so certain his gaze was full of his brother's own intense stare, he'd be sure he was seeing stars. He'd ignored the ache between his legs rather well in favor of focusing on his brother's pleasure, but now that the tables have turned and those hands are wringing sounds out of him it's like the carefully maintained and watched fire in his belly has raged into an entire forest fire. It's so so much but Vash realizes as he tries to figure out how best to meet his brother's touch, it's also not enough. Not nearly enough. ]

Nai, please...right there- it's— [ He can barely think to form a full sentence, so instead he leans in to claim his brother's lips in a hungry, heated kiss that's all teeth and tongue if he's granted permission. It's another way of pleading, begging, encouraging Knives to do more, press harder. ]

( there is a distant part of him that realizes he should take his time — because vash deserves that much, at the very least — but that even greedier part of him that's finally slithered its way to the surface has sunk its claws deeply into the whole of him, the core of him, whispered sweetly in his ear that he's wanted this for so long without even realizing it, what's the harm in pressing a little farther, a little faster than he likely should?

( it doesn't sound like vash is complaining, at any rate. everything beyond that initial bitten-off plea to wait has been replaced with the sounds of his want, his arousal on top of the way his body responds to his touches, and he'll be damned — as if he hadn't already been, but that is not the point — if his brother isn't still the most beautiful thing he's ever seen take a breath. )

as much as the other's previous smugness had looked more at home in his expression than nai thinks it should have been ( because honestly, control is an attractive look on you, little brother ), the way he seems to fall apart for him at the simplest things is just one more tick-mark in the addiction column; the way that hand settles on top of his own, holding it there, like he has any intention of pulling it away, the way his body trembles with every inward press of his fingers, or the slotting of their bodies together. it's a heady thing, and he's already found himself dizzy from it, drunk off of it even before vash gives over the one word that means he could never deny him anything.

please.

as if he would.

he presses down hard against the little bundle of nerves inside him again, almost gently massaging with the tips of his fingers as he seeks to maintain some measure of a rhythm in his lazy upward grind, the movement of his hips keeping their lengths sliding against one another and aiding the inward press of digits.

his tongue curls behind the sharp points of his brother's teeth, encouraging more, whatever he wants to give and take for himself. it's all too much and not enough for the both of them, and isn't that just par for the course? ) —Here?

( he manages a tease, now pressing hard against that little spot with an added obscene roll of his hips. as much as he's trying to feign control on his end, his next words come out almost hushed, a plea of his own. ) Words, little brother. I need you to use them.

[ This isn't the first time Vash has felt his body race towards this particular finish line, but it is the first time anyone or anything but himself and his own hands have done it. It's also been a while—years maybe, since he'd felt the inclination or desire to. Maybe that's why he feels so sensitive now? It's certainly a question on his mind as he focuses on the heated ache curling low in his stomach. To think that it's Nai that's pulling these noises out of him like he's spending the afternoon playing the piano is embarrassing.

His brother's voice pulls his thoughts outward and Vash whimpers against his mouth. Words? Use his words? How the hell does Knives expect him to use his words when he can barely think straight? Tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes and it takes so much more effort than he thought it would to push himself up with his one free hand, his back arching into each roll of their hips in the meantime. He only half-heartedly smacks his fist down against his brother's chest in response, his lower lip sticking out ever so slightly. ]

You— It's not so easy to think when-

[ He's so SO close, and it should be obvious based on the way his walls squeeze around Nai's fingers, the pleasure and pressure building with every stroke and press of those digits. The sound of just how wet he is, the pounding of his heart hammering in his ears, the sound of Nai's breathing, all of it is overwhelming, making it harder for Vash to think about anything other than chasing after that heat building in his gut. Each time Vash thinks he's pulling in a breath to speak another gasp or moan tumbles out instead and he settles a hazy-eyed look on his brother as he clenches his free hand, nails digging sharply into pale skin. The next roll of their hips that drags their cocks together is enough to push him over the edge from which he'd been so precariously dangling.

He practically buries his face in the crook of his brother's neck, teeth sinking into skin in an effort to keep from making so much noise. The force of it is almost certain to leave a mark, and later he might even apologize for it. But not right now.

He'd just been resting his hand over Nai's before, but now with muscles taught and his body still zinging, he tightens his grip to stop Nai from moving his fingers any more, his hips arching jerkily away from a touch that's pressing against now too-sensitive parts of him. Still, he's self-conscious, more than a little aware that he may very well have come before his brother even had a chance to. ]

( this might not be the first time vash has felt something like this — from another's hands, maybe — but every touch of his brother's hands and mouth had been a first for him, which means he should have been, perhaps, uncomfortably sensitive to anything that might have come after, but as it so happens he's so focused on the other's pleasure, on bringing it out of him alongside all of those gorgeous sounds that he's all but forgotten about himself entirely in the interim.

he could have already come by now, himself, but nah. narration would like to say just how delightful it is to have him hanging in pleasure limbo, even when he doesn't seem to be fussed by it at all, because vash is beautiful as he crests the wave of his pleasure and comes crashing down with it.

the threat of tears breaks across his brother's lashes like tiny constellations and he has half a mind to press his lips to them, to brush them away with kisses but he holds himself back from it, just on the off-chance that it isn't a welcome thing. that it isn't something vash wants attention drawn to.

instead, he gives over a low, rumbling chuckle that filters up from the very back of his throat as those words finally come forward, and if his fingers press just a bit harder against that spot inside him, they absolutely do not. he's not that much of a sadist …

( and if you believe that, something-something-time-share-in-bermuda-something-something. ) )

You get one free pass. ( he finally says instead, voice gravel-rough on the back of his tongue, thick with arousal. there's an implication in that, though, like it's going to happen again, and the thought of it alone thrills him more than he'll ever admit to.

he watches vash's pleasure flicker across his face until he presses it into the crook of his neck, until he bites and nai growls with that, too, the vibration resonating deep in his chest and filtering upward until only the very end of it is what loses itself in the air between them. heated and belonging not to himself, but his twin, much like everything else in this moment isn't his own.

nai's cock twitches against the other's own as he comes, a sound catching in the back of his own throat that comes eerily close to a whimper, but he'll be denying that until he takes his last breath; it's not like anything else he's ever had the chance to witness before, the gorgeous way his brother's body bows beneath the weight of his pleasure, of his orgasm, and he goes so far as to nuzzle into a tanned, scarred shoulder as vash's hips arch away from his hand, and at the very least he has the decency to not press further.

~~yet.~~

but something compels him to bring that hand upward, to take in the way his fingers glisten with the evidence of his pleasure, of his release, and something deeper compels him even more to bring that hand to his lips and lick at the tips of his fingers. the taste of him is sweet, heady, dizzying and before he realizes he's done so he's licking his fingers, his palm, his wrist clean with a low moan that sounds all at once pleased and … just a little bit empty.

he'll realize there's still an ache in the pit of his stomach soon. but not right this second. )

[ For a minute, it's all Vash can manage to do to focus on his breathing and the thudding of his heart in his own ears as he slowly climbs down from his orgasm. He feels a little bit like a bundle of wet noodles, and hiding in the crook of his brother's neck, with his mouth worrying his own little bruise against pale skin is all too alluring. He almost doesn't realize what, exactly, Nai is doing until he groans like that, and Vash's attention is caught. Wide blue eyes watch as Nai cleans his hand off and each passing moment re-lights something new in his gut. Not that he'd ever admit it. ]

Nai! [ He lifts a hand to pinch at the meat of Nai's chest, not a nipple but somewhere a little less sensitive. He's so embarrassing, Vash feels like his face is on fire, a far deeper red settling on his cheeks and his ears than it has in the last however long it has been that they've been like this. He looks almost petulant, flushed and still breathing a little hard. But it's when he shifts his body in his brother's lap and he feels the hard length of him slide against the parts of him that are still so sensitive that it makes him hiss— that Vash realizes he's more or less left his brother behind. ]

Wait... you're still hard. [ Vash's expression pinches, fingers immediately soothing the place he'd abused on Nai only a moment or two before, a sudden embarrassment flushing his skin clear down to his own chest. ] I'm sorry, I should've...

[ He chews on his lower lip again, that same bruised and split spot, tongue pushing into the split absently as the cogs in his brain turn. He's still a little noodle-y if the way he moves and wavers is any indication but it doesn't stop him from sitting up and pushing back to settle his hands on his brother's thighs. He doesn't wait to clarify or even explain, and he certainly doesn't give Nai a chance to ask or to stop him. He gives his hips an experimental roll, his grip tightens on Nai's thighs painfully, nails digging into skin as his body throbs, still sensitive and so wet. It makes it a little easier the second time, grinding Nai's freshly slicked length over his folds. Vash isn't exactly hard himself, but he certainly seems to be working himself up with each movement he makes. ]

( he likes the feel of vash tucked into the crook of his neck, the weight of his body pressed down into his own, and he's pretty sure he could stay just like this for the rest of forever just soaking up the other's warmth, the glow,/i> of his coming down from his orgasm.

at least until he pinches him, and he gives a half-hearted hiss through his teeth. ) What? ( comes out of him, just a little petulant, nosing at any part of him he can reach from that angle. probably just a tuft of blond hair, but it's good enough for him. ) You taste good— you don't think I'm going to let that go to waste, do you?

( he knows that isn't exactly a fair play, but. does it matter? does he care? the answer is a very definitive no to both of those questions. they were mostly rhetorical, anyway.

his cock twitches when he says you're still hard, and maybe he is still so hard it hurts, but being so focused on vash's pleasure as he had been allows him to take some of that edge off. at least until his brother gets an idea in that foolish, selfless head of his, and whatever he might have been expecting, it isn't what he gets. )

Don't worry about me, you don't have t— ( he tries to make some excuse, because having never experienced the undeniable euphoria of an orgasm for himself he doesn't care if he gets off or not, not really, as long as he knows vash felt good and feels good, it's enough for him.

at least, that's what he thinks until the other straightens above him and rests his hands against his thighs, until he gives that experimental roll of his hips that has nai hissing again through his teeth, his own hands coming up to rest on vash's not unlike when they'd been fighting over that stupid honey bun.

there's more to it, this time. there's the curl of his fingers against bare skin and the helpless upward press of his own hips as he seeks out the slick heat of his core, length sliding too damned easily through his folds. )

My god, Vash. ( mmm. was that almost a whimper?

it sure the fuck was. )

[ That's entirely unfair. And, if Vash hadn't already determined just what he was going to do, he might have been a little petulant about it. Instead, he files that little snipe away for later, and he ignores the way the thought of it makes his face flush. Of all the times to bring up something from their childhood, Knives chooses this moment?

But then, oh, then.... ]

God, huh? [ He grins a little, something warm swelling in his chest at the pitiful little whine he's able to wring out of Knives with just a few rolls of his hips. His expression is nothing short of smug, the grin lopsided, eyes hooded and dark again as his gaze flicks down from Knive's face to where their hips grind together. The sight is nothing short of obscene the head of Knives' cock peeking out with each roll of Vash's hips.

If the smug way he looks pleased with himself wavers with a jerk of his hips, no it doesn't. His hips definitely don't still a little as he catches his breath, steadying the way the feeling of it has just made him more wet, his efforts to tease his brother slowly up the same hill he'd climbed earlier clearly doing more than just driving Knives a little crazy. ]

It's just me, brother. [ Knives doesn't need to worry about anything other than the way this is making him feel, Vash's grip on his brother's thighs tightening as he relies on where his hands are to keep himself upright. His breaths are carefully measured, but nothing short of panting despite every effort he's made to keep it steady. ]

"Use your words," right? Isn't that what you said?

( what do you mean? it's entirely fair; every single thing about this is fair because he is the most fair individual in the known world and he would never, never use something to his advantage just because he could.

and if you believe that …

but. all right. all right, it really isn't fair when vash finds a rhythm with every roll of his hips and it really is obscene, watching the way his slick coats him more with each pass, how he glistens more and more between his thighs in a way that makes nai want to taste him at his source, and maybe he'll do that later, when he can focus on something that isn't solely how his brother is moving against him like he was meant to do nothing else.

he might have forgotten his own pleasure in lieu of focusing on vash, and he doesn't regret that. but it really isn't going to take a genius to figure out how far gone he is now that the focus is back on him, if the next sound out of him is any indication. it's not quite a whimper, not really, but it's dangerously close to it.

he shivers at the word brother, hands smoothing up and over vash's hips in an attempt to find a hold there, thumbs brushing over the rise of hipbones. ) Gremlin. ( he practically growls, but there's no heat to it at all. not a single drop of it as he searches for the words he wants to say, or at least ones that might get him more. ) Can I— please.

( he stops there, but there's another filthy upward roll of his hips that may or may not tease the head of his cock against vash's entrance, and he jolts, swallowing around another helpless sound that would be embarrassing if he had any idea what shame felt like. )

[ For all that Vash never really uses foul language, the moment Nai's hips roll up and almost, almost get them what they're both clearly angling for without any further negotiation, it will have to be forgiven if he doesn't hiss out a quiet curse that's barely bitten back.

It's no better when the word please comes out of Knives' mouth, and for once it's clear that the both of them have a weakness for the other when it comes for asking (begging) nicely. The thought of it alone sends something red hot to his core, and there's no hiding that Vash has found a second wind. Clearly, refractory periods are for... the birds? ]

Yeah. Yes. [ God, yes. For all that Vash finds he enjoys making his brother writhe and whimper underneath him, the simple implication of his brother wanting to be inside of him is eating away at his resolve to reduce Knives to a puddle just like this. He halts the roll of his hips with a stutter, one hand lifting from Knives' thigh to plant in front of him as he rises slowly up on his knees, almost like if he moves too quickly he might lose his balance.

His other hand moves to break the thread of slick as he wraps it around Knives' dick, sliding his fist over him with one smooth, purposeful pump before he makes an effort to line the length of him up with his hole. It's almost tempting to push forward, to sink down onto him without any further warning or tease, but instead Vash slips his gaze up to meet his brothers with a grin. ]

This, right? This is what you want?

( of the two of them, surely nai is the one everyone would expect to use foul language, which makes it even better that vash is the one to let a curse slip — but we suppose it should go without saying that being able to drag something like that out of his brother in the first place is a heady, dizzying thing. where vash had been smug before, it's anyone's guess whether or not it's going to be mirrored in nai's own expression once everything is said and done, but for now …

he's just drinking it up along with everything else.

( refractory periods are for humans. the birds. anything that isn't them and if he ends up abusing that any time in the future … heh, could you really blame him? )

vash says yes and he's breathless as he watches him move, an exhale caught on the back of his tongue that is, once again, pushed out of him in an almost-whine when fingers wrap around his length, when he lines himself up as though it would be nothing at all to sink down onto him. in one sweet, fluid motion that would see him buried to the hilt inside that gorgeous, golden body —

one of his own hands smooths over the flat of vash's stomach, unable to keep from touching him as he shifts to plant both feet flat on the floor beneath him, knees absently bumping against a very slender, very scarred back. ) Yes. ( he echoes, and it sounds like a plea. a prayer. something that probably has no business coming out of his mouth at all. )

Want— ( need. ) To feel you from the inside … don't tease, brother, please. ( ah. there it is again. he is so far gone. )

[ Why is it that please coming from his brother's mouth has Vash blushing clear down to the freckles and scars on his shoulders? Vash is struck with an intense desire to lean in and press their lips together, the pull of it having his tongue swipe over his lower lip before he sucks it in to gnaw on it with his teeth. He almost gives in until the sensation of knees against his back jolts him out of his thoughts. He laughs then, the sound of it airy and a little distracted. ]

Mm...I won't. Promise.

[ He may have teased Knives for most of this experience when he found the opportunity to, but right now, he decides to give in. There's no way, he thinks absently, he would be able to take his brother in one fell swoop, so when he moves he does so slowly. Vash lowers himself until the head of Knives' cock pushes inside, sinking into a wet heat that has Vash whimper out a moan as soon as he feels himself stretch a little to accommodate Knives' size.

He pulls his hand away after a moment, settling it instead on top of the one at his stomach like he's holding onto some kind of anchor. ]

Nai, you— [ He stumbles over his words as he sinks lower, inch by inch, until he finally bottoms out, the sensation of it a deep ache as he breathes in to try and gather some air back into his lungs, air that he's almost certain was pushed out of him. He doesn't move yet, his eyes shut tightly in this moment he's taken to more or less try not to trip himself straight over the edge again. ]

( maybe because he's never asked for anything, simply taken what he wanted in lieu of thinking of anyone, literally anyone but himself up to now and he's more than been a little humbled by his brother's touch, his kisses, every single thing that has brought them to this very moment.

( and so maybe they both have a bit of a kink for it. is it really all that surprising? if nai could get vash asking so nicely so easily it would find him so hard and dripping wet simultaneously that he might actually be a bit embarrassed by it. funny, that, coming from the one that has never known shame in his life. )

he can't help but to watch him as he moves, lifting himself up and positioning his cock against his entrance, sinking down onto him and it may not be much at all at first, may not be more than the very tip pressing inside but it's more than enough to have his thighs tensing, hands pressing into warm skin where they lie just for some measure of purchase. something to ground him, and to keep him from pressing upward too quickly.

he doesn't dare try to breathe until vash is fully seated in his lap, and the faint idea of being able to feel the very slight outline of his length inside his brother's body beneath the weight of their hands against his stomach is almost enough to make him feral; the next sound out of him is something strangled, something raw as his free hand stays curled possessively over a hipbone. tightly enough that he will undoubtedly leave the prints od his fingers behind when they finally pull away from each other.

It's overwhelming, to be surrounded, enveloped by his brother's slick heat, and where vash needs a moment or two to bully air back into his lungs just so he doesn't trip back over the precarious precipice of his own pleasure nai needs … more than that. he needs to remember how to breathe, for one. he needs to not focus on how he's sure he can feel the pulse of his heartbeat in his cock every second he remains buried inside his brother without moving. he needs — )

Perfect.

( he all but chokes into the silence, meaning both vash as a whole and how he looks in that moment with his eyes so tightly shut, lips parted in shallow pants, and everything in nai aches for his twin. to be able to have him like this at all is so far beyond what he'd thought he might have been blessed with. )

You … are perfect.

[ It's too much. It's too much but... greedily, it's still somehow not enough. He's so focused on steadying his own breaths that he almost almost misses the fact that Knives seems to be holding his breath entirely—something that, back home, wouldn't have mattered but here, Vash almost feels the need to squeeze his thighs around Knive's hips like a reminder. It isn't until he feels his brother's grip at his hip that he's certain that Knives isn't just going to accidentally suffocate himself.

He's certain he'll wind up with bruises on his hip, but he doesn't care. Not when he feels like the dull pain and pressure of it feels almost as good as the way he throbs around Knives' cock. If he thinks about it too much, he's certain he won't last. Just the jolt of muscles flexing against his back rocks him forward, Vash reflexively grinding their hips together again.

Oh, god. Vash's fingers cling to the hand at his stomach, clenching as he presses Knives' hand against his abdomen, pressing that hand against the shape of him seated deep inside. Vash can't feel it with his own, but he knows it's there, all of his senses full of just Knives.

—Full of the heat of him, the sound of his voice, the way each breath sounds like it hitches every time he exhales, it's almost as if he can hear the effort Knives is making to keep himself under control. When he finally opens his eyes and looks down, the sight of him is almost embarrassing, the way he stares up at him like Vash is something to be revered. It makes Vash's skin prickle in the funniest way, almost wanting to turn invisible.

You ... are perfect. It's high praise, coming from anyone, but especially his brother, the one soul in the world that he feels the closest to. A whimper flutters past Vash's lips the moment the words hit his ears, his inner muscles clenching around Knives reflexively. He hasn't even started to move yet, and he's not sure he can, not with the way his legs shake with the effort to just keep himself still in the moment. ]

Too much, Nai. It's—I need— [ Words, Vash. He struggles to voice just exactly what he needs, but a moment later he's shifting, his hips rolling just a little, achingly slow as he tests his limits and slowly leans forward to brush parted lips against his brother's. ]

( 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. )

Just... need a minute. [ It's a quiet, whispered word, mumbled into Knives' mouth as Vash very steadily gains his self-control. He's the one in the driver's seat right now, but he doesn't plan to drive the car until he's certain he can read the dashboard and hold the steering wheel, to make this metaphor really serious. He chases another languid, lingering kiss from his brother, a soft, pleased hum pulled from him when the split of his lip zings with the smallest fraction of pain. Another roll of his hips grinds them together again and the sensation of it finally warms him rather than ricochets him towards the stratosphere.

He offers his brother one last kiss that's punctuated by a little lilting laugh. Anything, huh? He pushes himself up to his knees again, thighs straddling his brother's hips as he presses his back against Nai's legs as he drinks in the affectionate expression on his brother's face, the way he looks at him with such hunger and immediate, undivided attention. Maybe, normally, it would be overwhelming but right now it's all he wants. A moment of self-indulgence that he would only allow with Nai. He grins a little, the shape of it a little lopsided, a little mischievous. He realizes that his brother is operating a little in the dark, and that reminder is more than a little alluring. ]

Ready? [ It's all the warning Nai is going to get before Vash settles his hands upon his chest and starts to move. It's a circular grind at first, enough to tease the both of them, but then he lifts himself, his body dragging him up off of his brother's cock only to drag back down again with a flex of his muscles in a slow, achingly slow rhythm. Each arch of his hips drags Nai against the heat of him, and before long, Vash can't hold back the sounds panted past his lips. He's never been quiet when it comes to most things in his life, sex, apparently, isn't any different.

He does, however, still have it in him to keep the pace steady, slow, and purposefully teasing, pushing for more of the sweet words he's been getting from the source he's realizing he's wanted to hear them from for a long, long time. ]

Edited 2023-10-30 03:58 (UTC)

( vash is absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt the one in the driver's seat here, because even hoping that nai has an inkling of what he's doing at this point is being incredibly generous on his part, but … he's catching on, and he'll catch up in full sooner rather than later, he just needs a moment to catch his breath and make sure his head is still on straight for how deeply and thoroughly vash has knocked his world off-center.

( yes, he'd been the one to instigate this. yes, he'd been the one to kiss his brother first and encourage things to go the way they had — but this has to be the one time in his life that he hasn't thought himself twelve steps ahead and is, effectively, just flying by the seat of his pants. )

vash straightens, leans back against his legs and he makes sure to lock his knees just in case his legs decide to give out on him even though he'd given himself that leverage for a reason, and god, is he a vision. naked, scarred, beautiful in every movement he makes and every sound that climbs up from the back of his throat, and he wants to commit every single moment of this to memory. not because he wants to be able to recall it anytime he wants in case this never happens again — it will, it will, he isn't about to give this newfound intimacy up anytime soon — but because every important thing in his life, he's committed to memory, and there is nothing about this that is not important.

mapping out every inch of his brother's body. parsing out all the little noises he makes and what they mean beyond the pleasure making its way through him like tiny little strikes of lightning. what makes him moan, what makes him whimper, if he always sounds as he had the first time right before he comes —

vash asks him if he's ready, and he breathes out a stunted yes that's barely a sound at all, and he's captivated by the way he moves, even when it's only to brace his hands against his chest. life himself up.

and sink back down in an achingly slow pace, and he doesn't think of it as teasing as such until he's rocked against him so slowly a handful of times, maybe even less, because as delicious as the slow drag of his inner walls against his cock is, it brings the heat settled in the pit of his stomach to a rolling simmer and nothing more. it's not enough, even as his brother sings to him with the smallest sounds he makes.

beautiful. you're so beautiful. i am going to tell you as often as you'll let me. )

Vash. ( he whines, actually whines as he brings his hands to settle against narrow hips, choosing the very moment that his brother sinks back down onto him fully to grip him hard and grind upward just short of mercilessly. his teeth are bared, and it looks like a snarl, but it's only because he can't seem to catch his breath. )

What did I tell you about teasing? ( you heathen. you glorious, perfect heathen. you're going to drive him clear out of his mind, and you know it, don't you? )

[ It's funny, maybe, just a little just how desperate and whiny Knives seems to be. Maybe that's why Nai's merciless efforts punch a moan out of his lungs that turns into a laugh. Vash then uses it as an excuse to still his hips and refocus his efforts on his clearly needy older brother. It's the petulant tone of his brother's voice that has Vash reeling a little, a dawning realization settling in that he really, truly, has the ability to wring whatever he wants to out of Knives. If he wanted to make him beg, he probably could. For a moment, he considers it while fighting his own desire to move.

But for a moment: ]

Breathe, Nai. You have to remember to breathe. Stay with me, okay? [ It's a gentle effort to comfort, or at least it seems like it is, but the slight tilt of his head, the expression flickering over his lips and the crinkle of his eyes reveal the true nature of the playful little taunt. He's clearly being just a little cheeky, fully sliding into the understanding that he gets to drive this.

As if it wasn't at least partially clear by the fact he's got his brother underneath him for the second time since they arrived here. The first may not have been in this context, but Knives had been whiny then too. It's very interesting information that Vash thinks he'll keep to himself until moments like these when he gets to use it to his advantage. Not that, in the end, Knives isn't going to benefit also. Vash is, however, merciful. Another roll of his hips follows, grinding them together where they're connected before he sets a new, much less achingly slow pace. He's hard between them, fully recovered from having come only a short while ago. He might have been embarrassed by it earlier but now he's far more interested in chasing after the sensation of Knives' cock dragging against the deepest part of him.

He's just this side of breathless himself even as he attempts to tease his brother more pointedly, one hand sliding up from Nai's chest to touch the side of his face in a gesture that's meant to be gentle and affectionate. It's a bit of a reach, but if he angles himself just right he can still arch his hips and maintain the way he's moving while making it easier for his thumb to trace over the curve of Knives' lower lip, just playing at dragging over hidden sharp canines. ]

( 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. )

[ Stuttered as they are, their movements still find a rhythm that works together, even if by accident or instinct, the fumbled inexperience of either of them hardly does anything but make it that much more intimate as they feel each other out and find the right angles to move. Vash clenches around his brother as he sinks down onto him again, teeth worrying at his lip again as he watches Nai's tongue glide over the pad of his thumb. There's something hungry in the way he watches, all too pleased with himself.

It's as he hooks a finger around a particularly pronounced canine with all the intention to tug, his fingers sliding against his brother's tongue that Nai's hand glides over his cock with that teasing, slow touch. It wrings a moan from Vash's throat that had been sitting there silently, laying in wait. Vash's hips jerk forward without thought, yanking him wildly out of the rhythm they'd only just set for the last little while. A whine escapes his lips, a high pitched noise that goes rough at the edges as he finds his voice. ]

You jerk. [ It's breathless, the way he talks, but there's no malice behind it despite the juvenile namecalling. It'd be a lie to say he wants Nai to stop, when it feels this good. But also, Vash is keeping count and his brother is being underhanded, if he has the chance to say anything about it. Underhanded, maybe, if Vash figured his brother knew more about what he's doing to him. He shifts a hand down to lay over Knives' own rocking into the touch just as much as he tries to still it. ]

I'm not gonna... not again, not before you. Come on, Nai. Don't be greedy.

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