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[ 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: 2023-06-14 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? )