[ anything is too much when you've been deprived of it. wolfwood has never known this kind of affection—the only thing remotely similar was when he was still with the orphanage, but even that feels like it's from another lifetime entirely. still, vash gives it to him freely, continues to, and doesn't expect anything more from him in return. wolfwood has had to relearn gentleness and softness, all the different ways that vash likes to be touched. he didn't think he'd ever be capable of it, but here he is. here they are, tangled together and swathed in blankets and sunlight.
the squeak makes him chuckle, palm cupping the jut of vash's hip as his other hand pets the same area he pinched, gently kneading the firm muscle. vash doesn't have much of an ass, but it's still cute, perfectly round and perky. he makes a thoughtful hum, lower in pitch as a result of vash's squirming. ]
Guess I better go back to sleep then, huh? [ he buries his face in the crook of vash's neck, nosing along his collarbone. ] Now that you're all comfy.
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Date: 2023-06-14 10:24 am (UTC)the squeak makes him chuckle, palm cupping the jut of vash's hip as his other hand pets the same area he pinched, gently kneading the firm muscle. vash doesn't have much of an ass, but it's still cute, perfectly round and perky. he makes a thoughtful hum, lower in pitch as a result of vash's squirming. ]
Guess I better go back to sleep then, huh? [ he buries his face in the crook of vash's neck, nosing along his collarbone. ] Now that you're all comfy.
[ two can play that game. ]