[ With his glasses off, Vash certainly does look like a spitting image of his twin brother, solidifying he has the right man. He does see some subtle differences, though. Their hair color is different— the beauty marks on their faces mirror one another. Something about their eyes is different too: Nai had all the anger in the world; Vash had all the sadness in the world. Toji is perceptive when it comes to things like this (especially when he’s attracted to them both, ahem) but they both radiate the same amount of warmth — for different reasons. Nai had a temper and Vash was too kind for his own liking. Toji, with his keen senses and sharp vision, took notice of these differences and similarities right away.
The stroking of his hair does earn Vash a low hum, pleased with gentle touches (don’t tell anyone) because it mocked honest love that he never got from anyone other than his deceased wife. When Vash shrugs off his coat and reinvades himself into Toji’s space, he clicks his tongue in a bit of disappointment that’s all that comes off— but on one hand, this provides a handsome opportunity to undress him.
There’s a pool of lust burning within him and he’s not sure how long he can try to act gentle and sweet when he’s otherwise rough in the bedroom, but the last thing he needs is his prize money running off skittishly. What if, though, Vash was also into a bit of bedroom roughness? There’s a thought. He will have to test the waters if he really wants to get what he wants the most out of this, and for someone as greedy as him, he’s willing to take high stakes.
Toji spreads a hand wide, catching Vash inbetween the slope of his neck and the angle of his jaw, thumb right under Vash’s lower lip, pushing to expose skin along his neck more, mouth opening wide to lap and kiss along there. He gives him a selfish suck or two, leaving a possessive mark, heavy eyes giving him a glance as his breath hitches slightly in his speaking: ]
How do you like to do it?
[ Back to his throat, this time grazing his teeth along Vash’s skin. He murmurs hotly against him to clarify: ]
How do you like to fuck?
[ What position? How long? How hard? Those kinds of things. Talk dirty to him. He’ll revisit the other conversation in a minute.
Toji’s hands wander, this time gripping the hem of his shirt and attempting to pull it up and over his little needle noggin. ]
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Date: 2023-11-17 12:34 am (UTC)The stroking of his hair does earn Vash a low hum, pleased with gentle touches (don’t tell anyone) because it mocked honest love that he never got from anyone other than his deceased wife. When Vash shrugs off his coat and reinvades himself into Toji’s space, he clicks his tongue in a bit of disappointment that’s all that comes off— but on one hand, this provides a handsome opportunity to undress him.
There’s a pool of lust burning within him and he’s not sure how long he can try to act gentle and sweet when he’s otherwise rough in the bedroom, but the last thing he needs is his prize money running off skittishly. What if, though, Vash was also into a bit of bedroom roughness? There’s a thought. He will have to test the waters if he really wants to get what he wants the most out of this, and for someone as greedy as him, he’s willing to take high stakes.
Toji spreads a hand wide, catching Vash inbetween the slope of his neck and the angle of his jaw, thumb right under Vash’s lower lip, pushing to expose skin along his neck more, mouth opening wide to lap and kiss along there. He gives him a selfish suck or two, leaving a possessive mark, heavy eyes giving him a glance as his breath hitches slightly in his speaking: ]
How do you like to do it?
[ Back to his throat, this time grazing his teeth along Vash’s skin. He murmurs hotly against him to clarify: ]
How do you like to fuck?
[ What position? How long? How hard? Those kinds of things. Talk dirty to him. He’ll revisit the other conversation in a minute.
Toji’s hands wander, this time gripping the hem of his shirt and attempting to pull it up and over his little needle noggin. ]