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[ nick has always been a light sleeper, an unspoken part of the job description that they've all made their peace with. but sleeping with vash relaxes his body too much without his permission, lulled into deeper slumber with his warmth and his scent; the way he fits in nick's arms and against him like he was always meant to be there, soft blond hair tickling his nose.
but it's the stretching that rouses him, the circle of his arms tightening briefly around vash subconsciously as he takes a deeper breath, slowly waking up the rest of the way. vash is one long and lean line of muscle, skin equal parts smooth and leathery pressing against him to stir the first curls of heat low in his gut, and nick presses a kiss to the crown of his head as he turns around in his arms. nick shifts to accommodate him, his nose scrunching briefly at the onslaught of kisses to the corners of his mouth but not where he wants them—at least until he tilts his head just enough to catch vash's lips with his.
he feels the smile beneath his mouth, something warm unfurling in his chest as he slides his palm over the leg thrown over his hip, smoothing up along his thigh. ]
( keeping in mind the sort of sentimental ( read: romantic at heart ) goober this one tends to be, he might just say he doesn't belong anywhere else. never has and never will, but that's the sort of thing he's going to keep to himself ( probably ), just because it's easier than dealing with nick's inevitable tsunderejeez, blondie when he gets caught off-guard, thrown off-center with all of vash's everything that he wasn't used to before.
like. all of his open affection, but he likes to think they've made progress, and he's slowly conditioning him to both accept and want it anytime it comes around. being able to sleep like this, tangled up in each other's arms, breaths and heartbeats in sync, slow and steady and so much more real than vash thinks anything ever has been for him before … it makes for good progress, doesn't it?
he sighs into the kiss, warm and silky sweet as he takes nick's bottom lip between both of his own and suckles at it playfully, the fingers of his flesh hand sifting through dark hair and scratching luxuriously over his scalp. he bumps their noses together, nuzzling for the sake of being able to get away with something so shamelessly affectionate so early in the morning, thigh pressing tight to his side as that hand smooths over it. )
[ they have made progress, if the way nick is openly accepting this closeness and reciprocating it is any indication. but a part of him has always craved this kind of gentle intimacy, to be able to feel vash’s affection in every touch and every kiss, all given freely. he’s more inclined to enjoy it knowing that vash gives this to him without needing to carve out a piece of himself first in order to do so; that he doesn’t have to be bereft of something when nick can give it to him. and even if he doesn’t deserve him, in these moments, at least he can pretend.
vash latches onto his lower lip and nick hums low, shivering lightly at the fingers scratching gently along his scalp. nick pulls him closer until they’re flush from chest to hip, sliding his palm the rest of the way up vash’s thigh to ghost over his bottom. ]
Mm, I was. [ he pinches lightly at the swell of his ass, and gives in to the urge to grind his hips against vash’s. ] Until you woke me up.
( he'll always give over that intimacy, that affection as long as he knows it's wanted — sometimes, he's afraid he's just a little too much, and nick is going to end up getting tired of him a bit more quickly than he cares to admit he's even worried about in the first place — even if he isn't actively vying for it, so long as he isn't pushing him away?
he'll be right there, offering not just bits and pieces of himself, but all of him. any way the other man wants him.
there is no denying the next sound out of him is a squeak when that pinch comes, because he doesn't have much of an ass to begin with, but apparently it's enough to do that! but it quickly melts into a humming sort of moan as nick brings their hips together as he does, warmth trickling from the back of his neck down his spine and pooling low in his belly as it always does.
funny how he barely has to touch him and he's opening up to him like the unfurling of flower petals at the first touch of sunlight; he tugs at the mess of hair beneath his fingers, nibbling at his lip this time. )
Nobody's saying you can't go back to sleep. ( he says deceptively innocently, like he isn't squirming just so to press their hips together more firmly. ) M'just getting comfy. ( hey nick.
have we mentioned he can be a hell of a gremlin? )
[ anything is too much when you've been deprived of it. wolfwood has never known this kind of affection—the only thing remotely similar was when he was still with the orphanage, but even that feels like it's from another lifetime entirely. still, vash gives it to him freely, continues to, and doesn't expect anything more from him in return. wolfwood has had to relearn gentleness and softness, all the different ways that vash likes to be touched. he didn't think he'd ever be capable of it, but here he is. here they are, tangled together and swathed in blankets and sunlight.
the squeak makes him chuckle, palm cupping the jut of vash's hip as his other hand pets the same area he pinched, gently kneading the firm muscle. vash doesn't have much of an ass, but it's still cute, perfectly round and perky. he makes a thoughtful hum, lower in pitch as a result of vash's squirming. ]
Guess I better go back to sleep then, huh? [ he buries his face in the crook of vash's neck, nosing along his collarbone. ] Now that you're all comfy.
( that's true, isn't it? vash has spent the last century and a half so far removed from anything like physical affection, any kind of affection that it stands to reason that he'd been more than just a little bit shocked when it had been reciprocated. even if it had only been a fraction of what they both wanted, whether they were willing to admit it to themselves or not. then, or now.
to say he's touch-starved would be putting it about as mildly as any such thing could feasibly be put, but being able to have nick like this — for as long as he's allowed to have him — in the small hours of the morning when it's just the two of them locked inside their opalescent bubble, it's like the rest of the world can't touch them.
the fact that the swell of his ass fits perfectly in the palm of nick's hand is, quite possibly, a testament to the notion that sometimes a handful is all you need and he hums out a pleased noise at the attention, content to comb his fingers through the mess of his hair and press an achingly soft kiss to his hairline. )
Could. ( he gives offhand, like he isn't really thinking about it. ) Unless you can think of a better reason not to. (like … hm …
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Date: 2023-06-10 05:40 am (UTC)but it's the stretching that rouses him, the circle of his arms tightening briefly around vash subconsciously as he takes a deeper breath, slowly waking up the rest of the way. vash is one long and lean line of muscle, skin equal parts smooth and leathery pressing against him to stir the first curls of heat low in his gut, and nick presses a kiss to the crown of his head as he turns around in his arms. nick shifts to accommodate him, his nose scrunching briefly at the onslaught of kisses to the corners of his mouth but not where he wants them—at least until he tilts his head just enough to catch vash's lips with his.
he feels the smile beneath his mouth, something warm unfurling in his chest as he slides his palm over the leg thrown over his hip, smoothing up along his thigh. ]
Mornin', beautiful.
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Date: 2023-06-10 05:26 pm (UTC)tsunderejeez, blondie when he gets caught off-guard, thrown off-center with all of vash's everything that he wasn't used to before.like. all of his open affection, but he likes to think they've made progress, and he's slowly conditioning him to both accept and want it anytime it comes around. being able to sleep like this, tangled up in each other's arms, breaths and heartbeats in sync, slow and steady and so much more real than vash thinks anything ever has been for him before … it makes for good progress, doesn't it?
he sighs into the kiss, warm and silky sweet as he takes nick's bottom lip between both of his own and suckles at it playfully, the fingers of his flesh hand sifting through dark hair and scratching luxuriously over his scalp. he bumps their noses together, nuzzling for the sake of being able to get away with something so shamelessly affectionate so early in the morning, thigh pressing tight to his side as that hand smooths over it. )
Sleep good?
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Date: 2023-06-11 01:18 pm (UTC)vash latches onto his lower lip and nick hums low, shivering lightly at the fingers scratching gently along his scalp. nick pulls him closer until they’re flush from chest to hip, sliding his palm the rest of the way up vash’s thigh to ghost over his bottom. ]
Mm, I was. [ he pinches lightly at the swell of his ass, and gives in to the urge to grind his hips against vash’s. ] Until you woke me up.
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Date: 2023-06-13 07:20 pm (UTC)he'll be right there, offering not just bits and pieces of himself, but all of him. any way the other man wants him.
there is no denying the next sound out of him is a squeak when that pinch comes, because he doesn't have much of an ass to begin with, but apparently it's enough to do that! but it quickly melts into a humming sort of moan as nick brings their hips together as he does, warmth trickling from the back of his neck down his spine and pooling low in his belly as it always does.
funny how he barely has to touch him and he's opening up to him like the unfurling of flower petals at the first touch of sunlight; he tugs at the mess of hair beneath his fingers, nibbling at his lip this time. )
Nobody's saying you can't go back to sleep. ( he says deceptively innocently, like he isn't squirming just so to press their hips together more firmly. ) M'just getting comfy. ( hey nick.
have we mentioned he can be a hell of a gremlin? )
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Date: 2023-06-14 10:24 am (UTC)the squeak makes him chuckle, palm cupping the jut of vash's hip as his other hand pets the same area he pinched, gently kneading the firm muscle. vash doesn't have much of an ass, but it's still cute, perfectly round and perky. he makes a thoughtful hum, lower in pitch as a result of vash's squirming. ]
Guess I better go back to sleep then, huh? [ he buries his face in the crook of vash's neck, nosing along his collarbone. ] Now that you're all comfy.
[ two can play that game. ]
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Date: 2023-06-14 06:14 pm (UTC)to say he's touch-starved would be putting it about as mildly as any such thing could feasibly be put, but being able to have nick like this — for as long as he's allowed to have him — in the small hours of the morning when it's just the two of them locked inside their opalescent bubble, it's like the rest of the world can't touch them.
the fact that the swell of his ass fits perfectly in the palm of nick's hand is, quite possibly, a testament to the notion that sometimes a handful is all you need and he hums out a pleased noise at the attention, content to comb his fingers through the mess of his hair and press an achingly soft kiss to his hairline. )
Could. ( he gives offhand, like he isn't really thinking about it. ) Unless you can think of a better reason not to. ( like … hm …
me? )