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𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. ([personal profile] scads) wrote2023-06-26 09:40 am

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→ sms ← mms → voice ← video → action ← plans to end humanity → unreasonable tantrums regarding one's twin brother ←
bountyfull: ponponpon (threehundredtwentytwo)

[personal profile] bountyfull 2023-10-25 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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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. ]

bountyfull: ponponpon (threehundredfortyfour)

[personal profile] bountyfull 2023-10-30 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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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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Edited 2023-10-30 03:58 (UTC)
bountyfull: brokiloen (seventytwo)

[personal profile] bountyfull 2023-11-10 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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:
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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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bountyfull: (tthreehundredeightythree)

[personal profile] bountyfull 2024-01-30 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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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.