[Oh good, he's spared the cold birdbath shower of shame, at least for now. Ain does not undo the wing cocoon very much at all as he moves about, shuffling a little further down Vash's legs because it's gonna be real hard to kiss his chest if he's sitting on his dick like this. He's a bird, not a giraffe.]
Haha, okay. Tell me if you need me to stop again. I don't want to upset you.
[Like, genuinely, he does not. For all the things Ain is and does, the last thing he wants is to actually offend someone he cares about. Does he have the self-awareness to know when he's going to? No, not really; but this kind of thing is easy. Don't kiss someone who doesn't want to be kissed. Consent is sexy.
Vash has been giving him attention for months now, so Ain's giving it back in full, starting up with more cheek-kisses because for some reason he always starts there. Cheeks, and then trailing to his lips, this time not to make out but just to savour; then to his jaw and neck, where he's sure to leave more bruises on the opposite side. Balanced, as all things should be.
And then down, lower, to his collarbone, to kiss a scar on his chest, which he doesn't gun for with his teeth. It's a loving trace of lips over bare skin. Love itself, but Ain doesn't. know what that means, so this is as close as he gets.]
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birdbathshower of shame, at least for now. Ain does not undo the wing cocoon very much at all as he moves about, shuffling a little further down Vash's legs because it's gonna be real hard to kiss his chest if he's sitting on his dick like this. He's a bird, not a giraffe.]Haha, okay. Tell me if you need me to stop again. I don't want to upset you.
[Like, genuinely, he does not. For all the things Ain is and does, the last thing he wants is to actually offend someone he cares about. Does he have the self-awareness to know when he's going to? No, not really; but this kind of thing is easy. Don't kiss someone who doesn't want to be kissed. Consent is sexy.
Vash has been giving him attention for months now, so Ain's giving it back in full, starting up with more cheek-kisses because for some reason he always starts there. Cheeks, and then trailing to his lips, this time not to make out but just to savour; then to his jaw and neck, where he's sure to leave more bruises on the opposite side. Balanced, as all things should be.
And then down, lower, to his collarbone, to kiss a scar on his chest, which he doesn't gun for with his teeth. It's a loving trace of lips over bare skin. Love itself, but Ain doesn't. know what that means, so this is as close as he gets.]