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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. )