[If asked what "cute aggression" is, Ain would say he doesn't know, but he sure is having it currently. It might show in his eyes, if they weren't a whole couple inches apart right now, but as it is his gaze is (hopefully) hidden. He doesn't know what he could possibly look like in this moment except for absolutely debauched, and this was just a little makeout session.
Self-control is so difficult. Who even wants this? Throw it in the trash, Ain is Going to pounce.]
I just have more experience, that's all. Haha, I'll get you there. [Tying into his "next time" promise, because there will be one. He's getting more feral by the second.] I'll take care of you, to make up for all the times you've done the same for me.
[This has a double-meaning. Like yes, he's going to show Vash how to play tonsil hockey like a pro and then get clingier and more possessive over him, no he is not allowed to use these skills on anyone else because he is Ain's and Ain doesn't want to share. But also. Also.
Ain moves a bit, past Vash's lips and to his cheek, to his jaw, and then further to his neck, peppering kisses along the way. Let no one say he's not affectionate in his cute-aggression. There are still no brakes on this train ride, at least until Vash tells him to knock it off. So.
He kisses the sensitive skin there, light and fluttery, trying — and failing — to reign in his need to bite. There's a little, playful nip that hardly leaves a mark behind, and then Ain's moving his hands again to pull at Vash's collar and jacket to get them out of the way. The more fabric he can move, the more places there are to kiss, and he will neglect no part of this man. None.]
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Self-control is so difficult. Who even wants this? Throw it in the trash, Ain is Going to pounce.]
I just have more experience, that's all. Haha, I'll get you there. [Tying into his "next time" promise, because there will be one. He's getting more feral by the second.] I'll take care of you, to make up for all the times you've done the same for me.
[This has a double-meaning. Like yes, he's going to show Vash how to play tonsil hockey like a pro and then get clingier and more possessive over him, no he is not allowed to use these skills on anyone else because he is Ain's and Ain doesn't want to share. But also. Also.
Ain moves a bit, past Vash's lips and to his cheek, to his jaw, and then further to his neck, peppering kisses along the way. Let no one say he's not affectionate in his cute-aggression. There are still no brakes on this train ride, at least until Vash tells him to knock it off. So.
He kisses the sensitive skin there, light and fluttery, trying — and failing — to reign in his need to bite. There's a little, playful nip that hardly leaves a mark behind, and then Ain's moving his hands again to pull at Vash's collar and jacket to get them out of the way. The more fabric he can move, the more places there are to kiss, and he will neglect no part of this man. None.]