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[ 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: 2023-11-17 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. )