( he's pretty sure it's still early — early — morning when he first comes around; he's only distantly aware of a bit of light filtering in through the window across the room, a shimmer of something not-quite-night on the other side of his eyelids but it doesn't really matter when there's the press of nick's body against his back, solid and warm and real and just … there, reminding him that there's nothing wrong with taking a moment to just exist every now and again. reminding him that it isn't selfish to want to take a breath, or two, or even three.
his body pulls itself into a stretch, long and lean and soft and sweet as he presses back into the body practically molded against his own, a quiet little purr building up in the back of his throat as he turns in nick's arms. only as much as he needs to face him properly, to slip his arms around his shoulders and nuzzle in close, dropping lazy kisses to the corners of his mouth until he's awake enough to return them, and when he is?
vash smiles, so warm and so open and so his that there is no denying it, even as he's curling a leg over his hip to pull him in closer, keep him there. against his mouth: ) Mm … mornin', handsome.
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Date: 2023-06-10 04:55 am (UTC)his body pulls itself into a stretch, long and lean and soft and sweet as he presses back into the body practically molded against his own, a quiet little purr building up in the back of his throat as he turns in nick's arms. only as much as he needs to face him properly, to slip his arms around his shoulders and nuzzle in close, dropping lazy kisses to the corners of his mouth until he's awake enough to return them, and when he is?
vash smiles, so warm and so open and so his that there is no denying it, even as he's curling a leg over his hip to pull him in closer, keep him there. against his mouth: ) Mm … mornin', handsome.