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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. )