But Ain is thinking about how his name sounds on Vash's lips and sighing longingly, wantingly, and it's just not fairrrr. The way he says it now is going to be burned into the whore part of Ain's brain forever. He's never going to be normal again. Not that he was normal before, but he's not going to be normal about Vash. Is that a problem? Some might say it is, but it's true, they're codependent on each other. Ain doesn't know how to let go and Vash doesn't seem to want to.
So.
Here they are, there's a hand in his wing and Ain's kissing across the expanse of Vash's chest, wondering how low he can go before he has to slide off of Vash's lap, at which point... well. Earlier thoughts, about being on his knees, but he's focusing on what's important now. There's a pulse fluttering under the skin he can barely feel as his lips trail ever lower, not quite down to Vash's abdomen yet but definitely getting closer. The wing-cocoon does have to shift a bit, and Ain with it, as he sort of slides backwards aaaand there he goes on the floor.
Mmmmmphgh.
Ain flops his head over onto Vash's thigh. There's a scar on his hip that he wants to put his lips over, but he's also trying... so hard... not to kill the guy dead.]
You're new to this, [he muses, finally,] so I really don't want to frighten you, but... how low am I allowed to go?
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But Ain is thinking about how his name sounds on Vash's lips and sighing longingly, wantingly, and it's just not fairrrr. The way he says it now is going to be burned into the whore part of Ain's brain forever. He's never going to be normal again. Not that he was normal before, but he's not going to be normal about Vash. Is that a problem? Some might say it is, but it's true, they're codependent on each other. Ain doesn't know how to let go and Vash doesn't seem to want to.
So.
Here they are, there's a hand in his wing and Ain's kissing across the expanse of Vash's chest, wondering how low he can go before he has to slide off of Vash's lap, at which point... well. Earlier thoughts, about being on his knees, but he's focusing on what's important now. There's a pulse fluttering under the skin he can barely feel as his lips trail ever lower, not quite down to Vash's abdomen yet but definitely getting closer. The wing-cocoon does have to shift a bit, and Ain with it, as he sort of slides backwards aaaand there he goes on the floor.
Mmmmmphgh.
Ain flops his head over onto Vash's thigh. There's a scar on his hip that he wants to put his lips over, but he's also trying... so hard... not to kill the guy dead.]
You're new to this, [he muses, finally,] so I really don't want to frighten you, but... how low am I allowed to go?