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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. )