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( yeah don't mind him watching your teeth abuse the cork. don't mind him at all because he's not even paying all that close attention to it! really! there is absolutely no need to notice that the flush at the very tips of his ears is already beginning to make its way steadily downward. over the back of his neck. the back of his neck that would actually look very lovely with some bite marks —
ahem. narration is getting ahead of themselves. somebody really should bring out the spray bottle.
whatever. yeah. okay. it is pretty much a blatant invitation, not quite to do anything he wants ( he doesn't know how far those wants go? he actually doesn't know what he wants at all? so uh ) but it's certainly the beginning of something, and at the mention of bodily fluids.
don't mind him effectively bluescreening at that for a second. stampede.exe has stopped working.
would you like to restart? )
Yeah. Gross. Definitely. ( his voice is not small. or squeaky. and he is absolutely not about to trip over his words like he sometimes does his own damned feet when he's not paying attention to where he's going.
wanna taste?
vash looks from where the bottle remains in toji's hand to the man's face, down to the increasingly mischievous line of his mouth and back up to those pretty green eyes, over to the bottle again. ) Yeah. ( he says again, parroting himself from seconds ago and he really should stop to wonder where his last brain cell went. is it on the floor? did it go flying across the room along with the cork? did he leave it back at the bar?
he licks his lips absently, shifting tentatively forward, further into the other's personal space. ) Yeah, I do.
[ As if his shit-eating grin couldn't get any shittier, he looks immensely pleased at both Vash's answer and his reaction, the arm coiled around Vash's waist like a serpent tugging him until is stupidly plush chest presses against Vash's, providing the other man with some warmth. ]
Thought so. Someone is feeling pretty thirsty. It couldn't possibly be the goodie-two-shoes, pretty boy right before me, could it?
[ Toji knows these types; the kind that is kind of ditzy and stupid, but, full of so much heart and compassion. The assassin doesn't dare tread along the painful road of nostalgia, making the connection to his first wife-- the sunshiny girl who was the first to ever show him kindness; it was her compassionate personality that drew him like a moth to a flame. He never thought he'd fall in love and he never wanted to, but he couldn't resist her and would do anything for her. That's where the attraction comes from, though. He almost feels bad-- almost-- knowing that once he's seduced him and had his fun he's going to break his trust, but Knives put up such a big bounty, not even Toji's cock can deny prize money like that.
Speaking of his cock, it's starting to feel a little warm down there and he hasn't even done anything. It's all been from merely imagining what he's going to do to this guy.
He gives Vash one last look before he wets his lips, taking another shot from the bottle and not.. completely swallowing all of the alcohol; he let's a little bit linger in his mouth so he can share it with his friend. His pal. His big, cute, cash cow that he's going to turn in. Maybe that's what is exciting him instead.
Finally, Toji does it. He kisses Vash with an open mouth, not hesitant with his force. Once the blonde's lips are parted, Toji will share with him a generous amount of both alcohol and spit. ]
( of course he looks pleased — and of course that flusters vash even more, especially with what comes out of his mouth next. ) Goodie-two-shoes? Aw, c'mon now— ( never mind pretty boy, but he's heard that before, mostly derogatorily when he's trying to get himself out of some bit of trouble or another. some things are probably never going to change.
the type toji seems to know best is one he puts on for show; yes, he can be a little ditzy at times, sometimes these things can't be helped and he's always going to be naive to a fault because he would much rather give someone the benefit of the doubt than assume the worst, but he's never been stupid. all the better if that's the vibe he gives off, really, because that just means that everyone from this town to the next one over isn't going to pay him any mind and he can keep slipping right under the radar.
probably. maybe? not like he has to worry about anything from this guy, surely.
the kiss comes and he thinks he's prepared for it; warm, wet, bitter from the taste of alcohol that he willingly swallows down ( along with the saliva, getting right in on sharing those bodily fluids, huh ) and he doesn't think to stop himself from being bold enough to lick into the other man's mouth, tongue slick and warm, questing as it curls around toji's own. it isn't a kiss as much as it is permission, permission for the other to keep going, and where has all this sudden boldness come from?
maybe he'd picked it up when he'd discarded that remaining brain cell. wherever it actually is. rest in peace, you probably won't be missed.
the fingers of his flesh and bone hand curl into the fabric of toji's topmost layer, pulling him infinitesimally closer as he takes it just a liiiiittle bit further and sucks on the very tip of his tongue. light, soft, teasing.
definitely traded in that brain cell for a bigger set of balls. good on you, vashu. )
[ Toji isn't sure he expected this kind of warmth and acceptance from someone who is basically a stranger, but the feeling is foreign. All he's felt most of his life is rejection for being an anomaly of sorts, and although what he is feeling is.. absolutely a different scenario, it's the thought that someone just.. wants him in any capacity that makes his feelings start.. feeling things.
But right now, he's distracted by a very impressive kiss and he's not shy when it comes to letting his partner know he's having a good time. He blatantly moans into Vash's mouth, reciprocating with his own tongue and that's when Vash catches it with his lips. The kiss is broken, but Toji is going in for another one, his palm curving around and groping a handful of ass, squeezing like the degenerate he is.
For a second, he pulls away just as quick as he arrived, shoving the alcohol in Vash's grasp. ]
Get drinking, then.
[ Because right now, Toji is going to get more comfortable and reach down to the hem of his shirt, sliding it up and over the dips and valleys of his impressive physique until it's completely pulled off and discarded on the floor.. probably somewhere near Vash's forgotten brain cell. ]
( 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. )
[ Meanwhile, Toji was quite the opposite: jaded, bitter, untrusting of the world and other people. He didn’t choose to be an anomaly in his pretentious family that lead to a lifetime of ridicule and abuse— neither did he ask for the only person to ever show him kindness to leave the world all too soon because of an illness she didn’t deserve. There were then complications with having a son, which he left, and willingly joined a cult to try and find himself worth something.
Toji didn’t want friends; he wanted fairness in the world, even if it meant being unfair to others. It was justifiable in his mind. Vash was exactly that— someone who would level out the worst in his world with the prize money on his head. He had no intentions in letting any of his guarded feelings get through his cold heart.
We’ll see about that.
He did a miraculous job at charming, though, and seeming trustworthy and interested. For someone who had immense strength and a whole list of filthy turn ons, Toji was never too rough the first time he was with someone. Having someone with such intense strength show others he wouldn’t take advantage of them was the beginning in building their trust. He can feel eyes on him when the shirt is removed— there’s always a rush of satisfaction at that. He knows he’s one of the only people in his former clan that has the sex appeal that gauges a reaction like that. It makes him really puff up his peacock feathers.
Sure, he doesn’t have cursed energy, but at least he has a big, heavy, thick — confident spirit when it comes to banging people. It’s his favorite past time next to wasting his savings away and sleeping.
Toji reminds still as Vash’s hands explode to his leisure, the thin hairs on his body starting to prickle from the touch. He could feel the imprint of Vash’s fingerprints along his body, or the trail of cool prosthetic. Vash may not know it, but to Toji with his heightened sense of touch, it was a bit of accidental temperature play.
He returns the kiss by lapping against Vash’s mouth, grinning wildly. ]
What? See something you like?
[ don’t mind him just casually reaching up and taking those dorky glasses off of his nose.
The only Hallmark movie moment he will ever produce. ]
( jaded? bitter? untrusting of the world as a whole — even if vash doesn't know any of this yet, once he gets to know the other man and realizes what his brother has done in order to get him to come back to him, he won't be surprised that someone like toji had all but been welcomed into the eye of michael fold with open arms. where else would someone like him feel like they belong? where else could they find a home for themselves when everything else has been taken away from them?
( everyone should have friends, toji, though there is nothing wrong with wanting fairness in a world that is reticent to give it; vash has long since learned that this world is anything but fair, but that hasn't stopped him from looking for it every chance he gets, because even if it's hard to find, that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
that doesn't mean there isn't still goodness in the world. he's never been anything, if not an optimist. )
toji has been charming, and maybe it goes without saying thus far that he isn't so bad on the eyes, either — but vash has always been more drawn to all the little things that make a person up, the odds and ends and bits and pieces that come together to form the semblance of a whole, and he'd be lying to himself and the other man both if he tried to get away with saying that there wasn't something inherently interesting about him that he can't quite put his finger on. it's reason enough, isn't it, for him to have brought him back to his room in the first place where he never would have thought of such a thing in the past —
sue him, he may be prone to making bad decisions, but he doesn't think this is going to be one of them. stay tuned to find out when he finally realizes that he's made the sort of mistake that there is no coming back from. at least, not how one would expect.
vash grin back into the kiss, reaching up with his right hand to thread long fingers through dark hair, blunt, bitten-short nails dragging over the nape of his neck in a blatant show of attempting to get a reaction out of him. ) Mm, maybe. If you're gonna make me say as much. ( cheeky little shit, even when he's waffling back and forth between playing the shyness card right before he finds a renewed sense of confidence in his own actions, and whatever else he happens to be hiding up his sleeves …
it might end up being a bit of a surprise to them both.
he pulls back for a small moment, shrugging both shoulders just as much as he needs to wriggle out of his coat, tossing it toward the nearby bed and immediately forgetting about it as he closes the distance between them again, cool fingers of his prosthetic playing almost too gently over the rise of a collarbone. without his glasses, he feels exposed but he doesn't think it's in such a bad way, perhaps liking the way the other man looks at him a bit too much. )
I think you're getting a bit ahead of me, though. ( that may as well be vash-ese for 'why don't you do something about that yourself?' without so many words. )
[ 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. ]
( 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. )
[ There's not much time for Toji to analyze the state of... well, everything having to do with Vash and his body who has seen better days. He's too busy adding his own abuse right along Vash's throat, his high senses feeling each tantalizing vibration of Vash's voice; it tickles along his lips and sends a satisfying quiver down his spine. Vash's response is vague but gives Toji something to work with (and, my god, could Vash sound any more like a virgin? It's terribly arousing for someone who has a kink for popping cherries.)
Toji pulls back, calloused palm handling Vash just under his chin, sharp gaze looking at him as if he was the most delicious thing in the world. ]
Oooooh, so naughty. Look at you. Such a good bad boy. I can do hard. I can do deep. I can also do rough.
[ What a coincidence he's the one who says it. The sound of his voice seems like it might have a hint of condescending tone, but Vash's talking is mostly adorable if someone were to outwardly ask him. There's something he needs to test the waters with-- both for tonight's sex and tomorrow's reward. Toji has to be smart about thing and continue to further increase his innocence to Vash. He whispers into his ear, hand sliding from Vash's chin, spreading wider, allowing it to straddle the blonde's throat and avoid his windpipe. Toji adds the slightest bit of pressure-- there's something else he loves more than popping cherries and it's choking people out. This is a simple, small taste of what he knows how to do.
His voice is hushed and hoarse. ]
You have to trust me though. You can do that, can't you, sweetheart? ♡
[ Because the more Vash trusts him, the easier it is for Toji to betray him. ]
( his answer is vague because he doesn't have a whole lot of experience with this sort of thing — which means he doesn't have any experience with this sort of thing and is, effectively, flying by the seat of his pants into the unknown. into the exhilarating unknown, but nonetheless uncharted territory, and he really only has his instincts to guide him.
instincts that are normally used for knowing when to run, when to stay, when to smile and when to try to turn on the waterworks in case they'll actually get him somewhere, but with toji … it's already so much more different than anything else, anything in all of his one-hundred-plus years, and. god, he already likes it so much that he's sure it's going to end up being a problem.
he tries to roll his eyes at the response he gets at first, such a good bad boy, but his throat seems to dry up immediately when the other man parrots his words back to him and adds rough at the very end, like he's already reading his mind and spreading out all of his deep, dark secrets that he never would have thought to see the light of day.
but his pulse picks up the moment that hand fits itself around his throat, pulse beating hummingbird-fast against his fingers and it's all he can do to take a breath in and make it do so good, holding it in his lungs until they begin to burn with it and finally letting it out in a slow whoosh, the air leaking out of him like a deflating balloon.
when he tries to swallow again, his throat clicks with it. )
I trust you.
( it finally comes out of him, and he unwittingly presses into the pressure of the hand teasing his throat as both of his hands reach to bring toji's free one up to his lips, mouthing at the pads of his fingers and the sensitive patch of skin between thumb and forefinger. ) You can—
Of course. You have no reason not to. I want to make this fun for both of us. ♡
[Good. Excellent. And here, Toji thought this was going to be hard. After all, someone who is worth as much as he is being asked for should be a challenge to capture, right? The delicate kissing along his hand isn't exactly Toji's fancy, but he can't act disgusted at it now; not when he's going to be getting away with no only a hefty sum of money, but also flesh against flesh. He loves it-- fucking sensitive and sincere people like this. Opposites attract, but not only that, Toji feels like he's getting away with something that a worthless person like him doesn't deserve.. and he's absolutely right.
Toji pulls away entirely and shifts back until his shins hit the side of the bed and he sits down, thick, firm thighs instantly spreading wide. The lightweight trousers he's wearing tie and button together, and Vash should know where this is going as he works on untying first. He's not going to expose himself just yet, though,
With a click of his tongue, he gestures to the open space in front of him. ]
Lend me your mouth, handsome.
[ Specifically, your throat, Vash. But he'll get to that in a moment. ]
( he doesn't have any reason not to trust him, it's true — but there's something about the fact that the other says as much that makes the tiny, fine hairs at the back of his neck prickle just enough for him to register. he shrugs it off, a mental roll of his shoulders to keep him in the moment because he doesn't want to think about anything but this, the minimal distance between them and the heat practically rolling off of the man in front of him.
you can do whatever you want.
there's not a single thought in that blond head of his that could touch on how much that's going to come back around and bite him squarely in his nonexistent ass in the very near future.
he's not quite ready for toji to put distance between them when he does; having never dared to let anyone close enough to do anything like this before, he wants to savor every single bit of it he can and he will, in his own way, because who's to say that this is ever going to happen again? two passing ships in the night that just so happened to be in the same town at the same time — ha! — and parted even before the suns have a chance to touch the horizon, he wants to be able to take everything he can away from this, commit it to memory.
sentimental, sweet little thing.
vash watches with wide, bright blue eyes as the other takes his steps backward, as he settles himself at the edge of the mattress and lets his thighs splay wide apart, obscene and inviting all at once and he almost folds himself down onto his knees before toji can give a word of instruction. he waits, though, because there is still a part of him that doesn't want to seem too eager. because toji doesn't want a puppy, does he?
lend me your mouth, he drawls, and all at once he's sinking to the floor in front of him like his body isn't all sharp points and angles, fluid and almost too smooth as he rests his palms at the tops of his thighs on either side of him, glassy gaze flicking from his lap to his face and back again.
very, very unconsciously, he licks his lips. ) … Can I?
[ He is a sweet thing, and the thing about Toji is he loved wrecking people like this— taking every ounce of positive, sunshiny energy from them to try and find a glimpse of happiness and peace through them. It also felt like he was getting away with something he shouldn’t be, which also gets his rocks off, apparently.
As Vash crouches down before him, Toji’s perceptive eyes follow his movements in a rather predatory way, his smile growing fondly at both the pressure on his thighs and seeing such a pretty boy acting so submissive. He loves it. One of his large hands reaches out, holding Vash by the chin again, his thumb trailing along his lower lip. ]
So polite and obedient~ Who am I to say no? But I want to see what your mouth feels like first.
[ And test that gag reflex before he gets too into this. His wrist curves, thumb pushing past Vash’s lips and into his mouth— his two forefingers follow, exploring behind Vash’s teeth and along his silky tongue. ]
Suck for me.
[ His other hand takes through that bright, blonde hair— petting him. Maybe he does want a puppy; who knows. ]
( there is a part of vash that wouldn't mind the other finding some sense of pleasure — of happiness — in having this, even if it means using him in the interim; it's just how he feels about humanity in general, how he wants them to be happy and live so that he can live vicariously through them, because no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be as big of a part of their existence as he wants to be.
strange bit of sentiment when he's just gotten on his knees for the other man, but. that's really neither here nor there, now is it?
toji shouldn't be able to miss the way vash stretches his neck when one of those large hands takes him by the chin again, waves of i want to be good for you and is this what you want? rolling off of him in an almost tangible way as his throat works in a dry swallow. shoulders pulled back just enough to have his chest bowing out slightly, spine a pretty, shallow arc.
his lips are barely parted before toji presses his thumb between them, parting them further and he can feel the heat flushing his cheeks a vivid pink that there is no mistaking for anything other than what it is; desire and a scant bit of embarrassment as those fingers slip over the flat of his tongue and his vision goes hazy for a moment. maybe two, maybe three before he comes back to himself and presses his lips back together around the intrusion.
he sucks gently at first, barely worth calling it as much as the tip of his tongue teases along the seam those two fingers make presses together, as sweet as it is hesitant and then he's sucking a bit harder, hard enough to hollow his cheeks the tiniest bit.
his flush deepens as he catches toji's dark eyes with his own, looking for both confirmation and a little bit of guidance as he seeks to take his fingers deeper into his mouth. )
[ It was always a cock riser— fingers in mouth— Toji couldn't explain why other than he was teasing himself by not popping the whole thing out and shoving it down Vash's throat. It's a little, saucy teasing for his own sake as the feeling of tongue and spit rubs against his fingers, the slight sucking also nice. It feeds his arousal even further, his excitement pressing along the seams of his pants. Vash is more than welcome to take a look.
He leans down, just a breath away as his other hand caresses through Vash's hair. ]
I know you can be nastier than that. There's no reason to be shy. It's just us. I won't be mad if you stop holding back.
[ Although Toji loves playing the strict top that punishes his bottoms when they do things out of line, he's moreso interested to see what Vash wants to do at the moment. He slides his fingers back and forth, feeling around his mouth-- how big it is, how nice his teeth are. Vash said he likes it rough, so he slips his digits further down and into his throat to test the waters, then out again. In, and out. Toji then relaxes his hand, as if giving Vash permission to do what he wants with his hand before he gives him the honors of presenting his cock. ]
( he does look; his eyes mere slits as they slide open, and he doesn't know when he closed them, vision already gone hazy around the edges with his own arousal welling up inside him like the tide rolling in, a sharp, almost startled moan slipping up from the back of his throat as his gaze trails downward. settles on the hard line of toji's cock pressing against his zipper and he almost has to press his thighs together to keep from squirming. almost, but not quite. he's trying very, very hard to be good —
but that doesn't stop the heat from pooling in the bottom of his stomach, does it? from tickling downward between his legs and making him whine around the other man's fingers with how wet he's getting already. flithy, slick and warm and so wanting that he doesn't need any more coaxing to give more than just the most subtle bit of suction.
he takes those fingers sliding into his throat as though this isn't the first time he's ever done anything like this, been touched like this; whether he needs the touch to ground himself or he simply wants another point of contact is anyone's guess as he takes toji's wrist in both hands, holds tight as he sucks those long, dangerous digits into his mouth when he's effectively given permission to do as he pleases.
it's so much, but nowhere near enough and he does end up pressing his thighs tight together, squirming in a way that may only seem like he's fidgeting in search of some manner of friction, and if toji doesn't want him taking too many liberties … maybe he should think about saying as much out loud. )
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Date: 2023-11-07 09:27 pm (UTC)ahem. narration is getting ahead of themselves. somebody really should bring out the spray bottle.
whatever. yeah. okay. it is pretty much a blatant invitation, not quite to do anything he wants ( he doesn't know how far those wants go? he actually doesn't know what he wants at all? so uh ) but it's certainly the beginning of something, and at the mention of bodily fluids.
don't mind him effectively bluescreening at that for a second. stampede.exe has stopped working.
would you like to restart? )
Yeah. Gross. Definitely. ( his voice is not small. or squeaky. and he is absolutely not about to trip over his words like he sometimes does his own damned feet when he's not paying attention to where he's going.
wanna taste?
vash looks from where the bottle remains in toji's hand to the man's face, down to the increasingly mischievous line of his mouth and back up to those pretty green eyes, over to the bottle again. ) Yeah. ( he says again, parroting himself from seconds ago and he really should stop to wonder where his last brain cell went. is it on the floor? did it go flying across the room along with the cork? did he leave it back at the bar?
he licks his lips absently, shifting tentatively forward, further into the other's personal space. ) Yeah, I do.
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Date: 2023-11-08 04:18 am (UTC)Thought so. Someone is feeling pretty thirsty. It couldn't possibly be the goodie-two-shoes, pretty boy right before me, could it?
[ Toji knows these types; the kind that is kind of ditzy and stupid, but, full of so much heart and compassion. The assassin doesn't dare tread along the painful road of nostalgia, making the connection to his first wife-- the sunshiny girl who was the first to ever show him kindness; it was her compassionate personality that drew him like a moth to a flame. He never thought he'd fall in love and he never wanted to, but he couldn't resist her and would do anything for her. That's where the attraction comes from, though. He almost feels bad-- almost-- knowing that once he's seduced him and had his fun he's going to break his trust, but Knives put up such a big bounty, not even Toji's cock can deny prize money like that.
Speaking of his cock, it's starting to feel a little warm down there and he hasn't even done anything. It's all been from merely imagining what he's going to do to this guy.
He gives Vash one last look before he wets his lips, taking another shot from the bottle and not.. completely swallowing all of the alcohol; he let's a little bit linger in his mouth so he can share it with his friend. His pal. His big, cute, cash cow that he's going to turn in. Maybe that's what is exciting him instead.
Finally, Toji does it. He kisses Vash with an open mouth, not hesitant with his force. Once the blonde's lips are parted, Toji will share with him a generous amount of both alcohol and spit. ]
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Date: 2023-11-08 09:51 pm (UTC)the type toji seems to know best is one he puts on for show; yes, he can be a little ditzy at times, sometimes these things can't be helped and he's always going to be naive to a fault because he would much rather give someone the benefit of the doubt than assume the worst, but he's never been stupid. all the better if that's the vibe he gives off, really, because that just means that everyone from this town to the next one over isn't going to pay him any mind and he can keep slipping right under the radar.
probably. maybe? not like he has to worry about anything from this guy, surely.
the kiss comes and he thinks he's prepared for it; warm, wet, bitter from the taste of alcohol that he willingly swallows down ( along with the saliva, getting right in on sharing those bodily fluids, huh ) and he doesn't think to stop himself from being bold enough to lick into the other man's mouth, tongue slick and warm, questing as it curls around toji's own. it isn't a kiss as much as it is permission, permission for the other to keep going, and where has all this sudden boldness come from?
maybe he'd picked it up when he'd discarded that remaining brain cell. wherever it actually is. rest in peace, you probably won't be missed.
the fingers of his flesh and bone hand curl into the fabric of toji's topmost layer, pulling him infinitesimally closer as he takes it just a liiiiittle bit further and sucks on the very tip of his tongue. light, soft, teasing.
definitely traded in that brain cell for a bigger set of balls. good on you, vashu. )
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Date: 2023-11-10 04:21 am (UTC)But right now, he's distracted by a very impressive kiss and he's not shy when it comes to letting his partner know he's having a good time. He blatantly moans into Vash's mouth, reciprocating with his own tongue and that's when Vash catches it with his lips. The kiss is broken, but Toji is going in for another one, his palm curving around and groping a handful of ass, squeezing like the degenerate he is.
For a second, he pulls away just as quick as he arrived, shoving the alcohol in Vash's grasp. ]
Get drinking, then.
[ Because right now, Toji is going to get more comfortable and reach down to the hem of his shirt, sliding it up and over the dips and valleys of his impressive physique until it's completely pulled off and discarded on the floor.. probably somewhere near Vash's forgotten brain cell. ]
Get touching, too.
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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. )
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Date: 2023-11-14 04:14 am (UTC)Toji didn’t want friends; he wanted fairness in the world, even if it meant being unfair to others. It was justifiable in his mind. Vash was exactly that— someone who would level out the worst in his world with the prize money on his head. He had no intentions in letting any of his guarded feelings get through his cold heart.
We’ll see about that.
He did a miraculous job at charming, though, and seeming trustworthy and interested. For someone who had immense strength and a whole list of filthy turn ons, Toji was never too rough the first time he was with someone. Having someone with such intense strength show others he wouldn’t take advantage of them was the beginning in building their trust. He can feel eyes on him when the shirt is removed— there’s always a rush of satisfaction at that. He knows he’s one of the only people in his former clan that has the sex appeal that gauges a reaction like that. It makes him really puff up his peacock feathers.
Sure, he doesn’t have cursed energy, but at least he has a big, heavy, thick — confident spirit when it comes to banging people. It’s his favorite past time next to wasting his savings away and sleeping.
Toji reminds still as Vash’s hands explode to his leisure, the thin hairs on his body starting to prickle from the touch. He could feel the imprint of Vash’s fingerprints along his body, or the trail of cool prosthetic. Vash may not know it, but to Toji with his heightened sense of touch, it was a bit of accidental temperature play.
He returns the kiss by lapping against Vash’s mouth, grinning wildly. ]
What? See something you like?
[ don’t mind him just casually reaching up and taking those dorky glasses off of his nose.
The only Hallmark movie moment he will ever produce. ]
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Date: 2023-11-16 05:17 pm (UTC)( everyone should have friends, toji, though there is nothing wrong with wanting fairness in a world that is reticent to give it; vash has long since learned that this world is anything but fair, but that hasn't stopped him from looking for it every chance he gets, because even if it's hard to find, that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
that doesn't mean there isn't still goodness in the world. he's never been anything, if not an optimist. )
toji has been charming, and maybe it goes without saying thus far that he isn't so bad on the eyes, either — but vash has always been more drawn to all the little things that make a person up, the odds and ends and bits and pieces that come together to form the semblance of a whole, and he'd be lying to himself and the other man both if he tried to get away with saying that there wasn't something inherently interesting about him that he can't quite put his finger on. it's reason enough, isn't it, for him to have brought him back to his room in the first place where he never would have thought of such a thing in the past —
sue him, he may be prone to making bad decisions, but he doesn't think this is going to be one of them. stay tuned to find out when he finally realizes that he's made the sort of mistake that there is no coming back from. at least, not how one would expect.
vash grin back into the kiss, reaching up with his right hand to thread long fingers through dark hair, blunt, bitten-short nails dragging over the nape of his neck in a blatant show of attempting to get a reaction out of him. ) Mm, maybe. If you're gonna make me say as much. ( cheeky little shit, even when he's waffling back and forth between playing the shyness card right before he finds a renewed sense of confidence in his own actions, and whatever else he happens to be hiding up his sleeves …
it might end up being a bit of a surprise to them both.
he pulls back for a small moment, shrugging both shoulders just as much as he needs to wriggle out of his coat, tossing it toward the nearby bed and immediately forgetting about it as he closes the distance between them again, cool fingers of his prosthetic playing almost too gently over the rise of a collarbone. without his glasses, he feels exposed but he doesn't think it's in such a bad way, perhaps liking the way the other man looks at him a bit too much. )
I think you're getting a bit ahead of me, though. ( that may as well be vash-ese for 'why don't you do something about that yourself?' without so many words. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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Date: 2023-11-23 04:08 am (UTC)Toji pulls back, calloused palm handling Vash just under his chin, sharp gaze looking at him as if he was the most delicious thing in the world. ]
Oooooh, so naughty. Look at you. Such a good bad boy. I can do hard. I can do deep. I can also do rough.
[ What a coincidence he's the one who says it. The sound of his voice seems like it might have a hint of condescending tone, but Vash's talking is mostly adorable if someone were to outwardly ask him. There's something he needs to test the waters with-- both for tonight's sex and tomorrow's reward. Toji has to be smart about thing and continue to further increase his innocence to Vash. He whispers into his ear, hand sliding from Vash's chin, spreading wider, allowing it to straddle the blonde's throat and avoid his windpipe. Toji adds the slightest bit of pressure-- there's something else he loves more than popping cherries and it's choking people out. This is a simple, small taste of what he knows how to do.
His voice is hushed and hoarse. ]
You have to trust me though. You can do that, can't you, sweetheart? ♡
[ Because the more Vash trusts him, the easier it is for Toji to betray him. ]
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Date: 2023-11-25 02:23 am (UTC)instincts that are normally used for knowing when to run, when to stay, when to smile and when to try to turn on the waterworks in case they'll actually get him somewhere, but with toji … it's already so much more different than anything else, anything in all of his one-hundred-plus years, and. god, he already likes it so much that he's sure it's going to end up being a problem.
he tries to roll his eyes at the response he gets at first, such a good bad boy, but his throat seems to dry up immediately when the other man parrots his words back to him and adds rough at the very end, like he's already reading his mind and spreading out all of his deep, dark secrets that he never would have thought to see the light of day.
but his pulse picks up the moment that hand fits itself around his throat, pulse beating hummingbird-fast against his fingers and it's all he can do to take a breath in and make it do so good, holding it in his lungs until they begin to burn with it and finally letting it out in a slow whoosh, the air leaking out of him like a deflating balloon.
when he tries to swallow again, his throat clicks with it. )
I trust you.
( it finally comes out of him, and he unwittingly presses into the pressure of the hand teasing his throat as both of his hands reach to bring toji's free one up to his lips, mouthing at the pads of his fingers and the sensitive patch of skin between thumb and forefinger. ) You can—
You can do whatever you want.
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Date: 2023-11-27 07:13 pm (UTC)[ Good. Excellent. And here, Toji thought this was going to be hard. After all, someone who is worth as much as he is being asked for should be a challenge to capture, right? The delicate kissing along his hand isn't exactly Toji's fancy, but he can't act disgusted at it now; not when he's going to be getting away with no only a hefty sum of money, but also flesh against flesh. He loves it-- fucking sensitive and sincere people like this. Opposites attract, but not only that, Toji feels like he's getting away with something that a worthless person like him doesn't deserve.. and he's absolutely right.
Toji pulls away entirely and shifts back until his shins hit the side of the bed and he sits down, thick, firm thighs instantly spreading wide. The lightweight trousers he's wearing tie and button together, and Vash should know where this is going as he works on untying first. He's not going to expose himself just yet, though,
With a click of his tongue, he gestures to the open space in front of him. ]
Lend me your mouth, handsome.
[ Specifically, your throat, Vash. But he'll get to that in a moment. ]
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Date: 2023-12-06 06:28 pm (UTC)you can do whatever you want.
there's not a single thought in that blond head of his that could touch on how much that's going to come back around and bite him squarely in his nonexistent ass in the very near future.
he's not quite ready for toji to put distance between them when he does; having never dared to let anyone close enough to do anything like this before, he wants to savor every single bit of it he can and he will, in his own way, because who's to say that this is ever going to happen again? two passing ships in the night that just so happened to be in the same town at the same time — ha! — and parted even before the suns have a chance to touch the horizon, he wants to be able to take everything he can away from this, commit it to memory.
sentimental, sweet little thing.
vash watches with wide, bright blue eyes as the other takes his steps backward, as he settles himself at the edge of the mattress and lets his thighs splay wide apart, obscene and inviting all at once and he almost folds himself down onto his knees before toji can give a word of instruction. he waits, though, because there is still a part of him that doesn't want to seem too eager. because toji doesn't want a puppy, does he?
lend me your mouth, he drawls, and all at once he's sinking to the floor in front of him like his body isn't all sharp points and angles, fluid and almost too smooth as he rests his palms at the tops of his thighs on either side of him, glassy gaze flicking from his lap to his face and back again.
very, very unconsciously, he licks his lips. ) … Can I?
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Date: 2023-12-07 12:15 am (UTC)As Vash crouches down before him, Toji’s perceptive eyes follow his movements in a rather predatory way, his smile growing fondly at both the pressure on his thighs and seeing such a pretty boy acting so submissive. He loves it. One of his large hands reaches out, holding Vash by the chin again, his thumb trailing along his lower lip. ]
So polite and obedient~ Who am I to say no? But I want to see what your mouth feels like first.
[ And test that gag reflex before he gets too into this. His wrist curves, thumb pushing past Vash’s lips and into his mouth— his two forefingers follow, exploring behind Vash’s teeth and along his silky tongue. ]
Suck for me.
[ His other hand takes through that bright, blonde hair— petting him. Maybe he does want a puppy; who knows. ]
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Date: 2023-12-07 10:28 pm (UTC)strange bit of sentiment when he's just gotten on his knees for the other man, but. that's really neither here nor there, now is it?
toji shouldn't be able to miss the way vash stretches his neck when one of those large hands takes him by the chin again, waves of i want to be good for you and is this what you want? rolling off of him in an almost tangible way as his throat works in a dry swallow. shoulders pulled back just enough to have his chest bowing out slightly, spine a pretty, shallow arc.
his lips are barely parted before toji presses his thumb between them, parting them further and he can feel the heat flushing his cheeks a vivid pink that there is no mistaking for anything other than what it is; desire and a scant bit of embarrassment as those fingers slip over the flat of his tongue and his vision goes hazy for a moment. maybe two, maybe three before he comes back to himself and presses his lips back together around the intrusion.
he sucks gently at first, barely worth calling it as much as the tip of his tongue teases along the seam those two fingers make presses together, as sweet as it is hesitant and then he's sucking a bit harder, hard enough to hollow his cheeks the tiniest bit.
his flush deepens as he catches toji's dark eyes with his own, looking for both confirmation and a little bit of guidance as he seeks to take his fingers deeper into his mouth. )
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Date: 2023-12-12 12:02 am (UTC)He leans down, just a breath away as his other hand caresses through Vash's hair. ]
I know you can be nastier than that. There's no reason to be shy. It's just us. I won't be mad if you stop holding back.
[ Although Toji loves playing the strict top that punishes his bottoms when they do things out of line, he's moreso interested to see what Vash wants to do at the moment. He slides his fingers back and forth, feeling around his mouth-- how big it is, how nice his teeth are. Vash said he likes it rough, so he slips his digits further down and into his throat to test the waters, then out again. In, and out. Toji then relaxes his hand, as if giving Vash permission to do what he wants with his hand before he gives him the honors of presenting his cock. ]
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Date: 2023-12-20 08:31 pm (UTC)but that doesn't stop the heat from pooling in the bottom of his stomach, does it? from tickling downward between his legs and making him whine around the other man's fingers with how wet he's getting already. flithy, slick and warm and so wanting that he doesn't need any more coaxing to give more than just the most subtle bit of suction.
he takes those fingers sliding into his throat as though this isn't the first time he's ever done anything like this, been touched like this; whether he needs the touch to ground himself or he simply wants another point of contact is anyone's guess as he takes toji's wrist in both hands, holds tight as he sucks those long, dangerous digits into his mouth when he's effectively given permission to do as he pleases.
it's so much, but nowhere near enough and he does end up pressing his thighs tight together, squirming in a way that may only seem like he's fidgeting in search of some manner of friction, and if toji doesn't want him taking too many liberties … maybe he should think about saying as much out loud. )