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[ 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?

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( 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. )

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[ 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. ]

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( 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.

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[ 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. ]

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( 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. )

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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. ]

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( 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? )

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[ 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. ]

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( 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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[ 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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( even if this is the first time they've ever come together like this, he doesn't think it will be the last, not with how painfully perfectly they fit together, two pieces of the same whole finally slotting together as they were always meant to, two halves melting into one the way nai thinks he's always wanted them to, even if he'd never fully realized it until now.

it's glorious, effortless, divine; nai thinks he will want for it for the rest of their known lives even if he can have it, always hungry, always yearning. for his brother, and his brother alone.

his eyes flutter shut for the smallest moment when the other's finger curled around his fang, tongue laving over the digits in his mouth as hips buck erratically against his own, rhythm shattered for the sake of chasing down errant pleasure that hadn't been expecting, and he would laugh if he could, wringing every single bit of joy out of this he's able to. just to be able to say he can still catch vash off-guard.

but it doesn't last too long, not when he laces their fingers together around his brother's cock and squeezes, his free hand coming up to curl around a slender shoulder and press down, down to meet every single one of his upward thrusts, his own cock buried deep inside that receptive body while his entrance clenches tight and dripping around nothing.

the hand at vash's shoulder slips to curl around the back of his neck and bring him down for a biting kiss that's more lips and teeth than anything else, the taste of blood still lingering between them as he manages to grind out, harsh, almost a hiss — ) With me. ( he rocks upward, strained, as he strokes over him with their threaded fingers. ) For me. One more, brother. I want to feel you so badly— ( so he's being greedy.

can you really blame him? he's not about to last much longer, anyway. )