( vash … has never met a stranger, if you ask him. everyone is a friend he hasn't met yet and he likes to give the benefit of the doubt until it's proven to him otherwise. that is what's going to end up giving toji the edge on him, because he's going to let his guard down completely and let him further in the longer they stay in one another's presence, and he isn't going to realize until it's too late that he's made a very, very critical mistake.
( maybe … that was part of knives' plan? maybe he'll think about that when he realizes he's essentially let a sandworm into the thomas pen. toji is going to eat him alive and not in the fun way before this is all over and done with, and at the end of it all vash is going to tell himself it's his fault, because he'd allowed it to happen. )
the other man moans into their kiss and it might be deliberate, it might be on purpose but it's enough to send a thrilling little shiver down the very center of vash's spine all the same, the deep roughness of his voice doing something to him that ultimately stirs the heat already pooling low in his belly. he isn't quite expecting the squeeze to his ass — to the point that it draws a tiny little squeak out of him, don't say anything about it, you didn't hear a thing — and he's not quite expecting him to draw away from the kiss when he does, because he wasn't finished with that taste of you, thank you very much. but what comes out of toji's mouth next is a little more than incentive enough to keep his interest piqued.
he takes a drink from the bottle when toji shoves it at him, a small one but nearly enough to choke on juuuust a little when the other's shirt comes up and over his head, ends up dropped to the floor and immediately forgotten ( just like that brain cell, he really isn't thinking about it anymore, and may not have been very much in the first place ) and it should be … probably is embarrassing, the way his mouth hangs open for a small moment before he bends to place the bottom on the floor near their feet. he wants both hands for this.
flesh-and-bone and prosthetic alike, fingertips graze the flat of a muscled stomach, trailing upward over the bottom curve of his ribs and ultimately over the impressive mounds of his pectorals, hard and smooth but soft all at once as he lets his touch wander. touching for the sake of touching, marveling at the hardness of him. the size of him.
and he hasn't even seen all of him yet. he leans in for another kiss that's more the slick slide of his tongue against the line of toji's mouth than anything else, a quiet sound drifting up from the back of his throat that's part moan, part sigh, part something else that simply wants without being able to put words to it. )
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Date: 2023-11-14 02:59 am (UTC)( maybe … that was part of knives' plan? maybe he'll think about that when he realizes he's essentially let a sandworm into the thomas pen. toji is going to eat him alive and not in the fun way before this is all over and done with, and at the end of it all vash is going to tell himself it's his fault, because he'd allowed it to happen. )
the other man moans into their kiss and it might be deliberate, it might be on purpose but it's enough to send a thrilling little shiver down the very center of vash's spine all the same, the deep roughness of his voice doing something to him that ultimately stirs the heat already pooling low in his belly. he isn't quite expecting the squeeze to his ass — to the point that it draws a tiny little squeak out of him, don't say anything about it, you didn't hear a thing — and he's not quite expecting him to draw away from the kiss when he does, because he wasn't finished with that taste of you, thank you very much. but what comes out of toji's mouth next is a little more than incentive enough to keep his interest piqued.
he takes a drink from the bottle when toji shoves it at him, a small one but nearly enough to choke on juuuust a little when the other's shirt comes up and over his head, ends up dropped to the floor and immediately forgotten ( just like that brain cell, he really isn't thinking about it anymore, and may not have been very much in the first place ) and it should be … probably is embarrassing, the way his mouth hangs open for a small moment before he bends to place the bottom on the floor near their feet. he wants both hands for this.
flesh-and-bone and prosthetic alike, fingertips graze the flat of a muscled stomach, trailing upward over the bottom curve of his ribs and ultimately over the impressive mounds of his pectorals, hard and smooth but soft all at once as he lets his touch wander. touching for the sake of touching, marveling at the hardness of him. the size of him.
and he hasn't even seen all of him yet. he leans in for another kiss that's more the slick slide of his tongue against the line of toji's mouth than anything else, a quiet sound drifting up from the back of his throat that's part moan, part sigh, part something else that simply wants without being able to put words to it. )