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( 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: 2023-06-13 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? )