( there are subtle differences between them, yes; their coloring is different, with nai being on the paler side of things and vash being more golden — he might be even darker now that he's spent so many years beneath the suns of a desert planet, but he's always been darker on that front — their eyes are shades apart and their beauty marks mirror one another, and perhaps the biggest thing that sets them apart? nai is big where vash is more on the wiry side of things, years spent running and running and running some more have given him a long-distance runner's physique where his brother has the bulk of a sprinter.
nai must look huge in comparison. they might both be geometric shapes in their base design, long limbs and triangle cores, but this one's muscle mass is lean where his brother's boasts being able to follow through with any threats he might deign to make in the first place. with his own hands, even if it would be easier to let someone else have the pleasure.
( let? allow. bluesummers practically froths at the mouth to do his master's bidding, but it's not like this one knows that. )
there's that … and the fact that nai has never been unkind when they were younger, perhaps more reticent to believe what rem had told them regarding humans more often than not, but it had shown in the lines of his expression when he wasn't sure what he was meant to believe where vash soaked everything up like the proverbial sponge, and that's. always going to be another difference between them. they both wear their emotions clear as day in their expressions —
it's just that vash is always more forgiving, more open, where nai is hesitant, terse, unyielding.
toji doesn't have anything to worry about with regard to how rough he wants to be with him, even if he doesn't realize it; vash is also, ah … a bit unaware of that, himself, at least when it comes to realizing that he likes being manhandled, pressed down and taken but it's because he doesn't know a whole hell of a lot about what he likes in the first place. at least beyond what he's experimented with, himself —
and his fingers pressing inside have never been enough, rutting against a thin, threadbare mattress has never been enough but he's not about to give that over, because it makes him feel small and like he doesn't know enough, and the man in front of him, all solid muscle and leering gazes probably doesn't want a partner that doesn't know what they're doing going to bed with him.
he tips his head to the side almost helplessly, offering his throat and anything toji might want from it, biting and licking and sucking as he goes, and he gets a breathless moan for his trouble that turns into something a little bit more, shallow and wanting, an almost whine filtering upward as the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand dig into a broad, densely muscled shoulder.
how do you like to do it?
how do you like to fuck?
vash groans, body moving with the pull the other gives to his shirt and it comes up and over his head, where it ends up he genuinely doesn't care because it means more skin against skin, something that he accentuates with the tiniest roll of his hips against toji's, a sigh caught in the back of his throat. )
Hard.
( he says without much thought, thinking of how he's tried to work his fingers inside his body. )Deep.(rough is what he doesn't say, throat working in a swallow toji will surely feel against his mouth, if it stays where it is. )
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Date: 2023-11-23 01:56 am (UTC)nai must look huge in comparison. they might both be geometric shapes in their base design, long limbs and triangle cores, but this one's muscle mass is lean where his brother's boasts being able to follow through with any threats he might deign to make in the first place. with his own hands, even if it would be easier to let someone else have the pleasure.
( let? allow. bluesummers practically froths at the mouth to do his master's bidding, but it's not like this one knows that. )
there's that … and the fact that nai has never been unkind when they were younger, perhaps more reticent to believe what rem had told them regarding humans more often than not, but it had shown in the lines of his expression when he wasn't sure what he was meant to believe where vash soaked everything up like the proverbial sponge, and that's. always going to be another difference between them. they both wear their emotions clear as day in their expressions —
it's just that vash is always more forgiving, more open, where nai is hesitant, terse, unyielding.
toji doesn't have anything to worry about with regard to how rough he wants to be with him, even if he doesn't realize it; vash is also, ah … a bit unaware of that, himself, at least when it comes to realizing that he likes being manhandled, pressed down and taken but it's because he doesn't know a whole hell of a lot about what he likes in the first place. at least beyond what he's experimented with, himself —
and his fingers pressing inside have never been enough, rutting against a thin, threadbare mattress has never been enough but he's not about to give that over, because it makes him feel small and like he doesn't know enough, and the man in front of him, all solid muscle and leering gazes probably doesn't want a partner that doesn't know what they're doing going to bed with him.
he tips his head to the side almost helplessly, offering his throat and anything toji might want from it, biting and licking and sucking as he goes, and he gets a breathless moan for his trouble that turns into something a little bit more, shallow and wanting, an almost whine filtering upward as the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand dig into a broad, densely muscled shoulder.
how do you like to do it?
how do you like to fuck?
vash groans, body moving with the pull the other gives to his shirt and it comes up and over his head, where it ends up he genuinely doesn't care because it means more skin against skin, something that he accentuates with the tiniest roll of his hips against toji's, a sigh caught in the back of his throat. )
Hard.
( he says without much thought, thinking of how he's tried to work his fingers inside his body. ) Deep. ( rough is what he doesn't say, throat working in a swallow toji will surely feel against his mouth, if it stays where it is. )