["This is illegal" and "someone will judge you" has never stopped them before, and it is the last thing on Ain's mind when he hears the noises. Oh boy he is Breaking Down, and fast. Do they really need clothes?? Why can't Ain just bite and kiss him all day, you don't need clothes for that, maybe he can get on his knees and show his master that his mouth does more than just sing songs all day—
Butanywaythatsforlater.
The hand pulling him closer is all the approval he really needs to continue down this path. They're about to become something that's way, way different from what they've been this entire time, if only because Ain can't keep his mouth off of the nearest pretty thing he sees to save his life, and that's fine with him. Seems fine with Vash, too.
If he were the least bit considerate, he might ask before he actually starts leaving marks, but he. does not do this. Ain simply goes for it, when he thinks he's kissed everywhere he can reach thus far, opening his mouth and biting down hard enough to leave teeth-shaped bruises in his wake. It's another minute before he speaks again, only when he's satisfied that he's sucked at least three marks over Vash's neck that he's going to have to hide with those high collars of his.]
So pretty... I want to claim you. You don't mind, right?
[did you want to ask that like sixty seconds ago—]
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Butanywaythatsforlater.
The hand pulling him closer is all the approval he really needs to continue down this path. They're about to become something that's way, way different from what they've been this entire time, if only because Ain can't keep his mouth off of the nearest pretty thing he sees to save his life, and that's fine with him. Seems fine with Vash, too.
If he were the least bit considerate, he might ask before he actually starts leaving marks, but he. does not do this. Ain simply goes for it, when he thinks he's kissed everywhere he can reach thus far, opening his mouth and biting down hard enough to leave teeth-shaped bruises in his wake. It's another minute before he speaks again, only when he's satisfied that he's sucked at least three marks over Vash's neck that he's going to have to hide with those high collars of his.]
So pretty... I want to claim you. You don't mind, right?
[did you want to ask that like sixty seconds ago—]