It's fine. I'm only asking for your comfort. I already know what I want.
[Maybe he just feels nervous because it's Vash and he wants to do a good job and do right by him and not completely ruin this whole thing for him forever. Is he trying too hard...? Is this more of that anxiety juice he's been sipping his whole life...
Anyway, good lord Ain a boy wants to take care of you once and then touches your wing and you immediately try to suck on him about it. Get help—
Still, he's been given permission to keep doing what he's doing, so he leans forward from his new position on the floor and the kissing begins again, still as gentle and loving as before. Ain is sure not to leave a single spot unkissed, scar or not; at times he even drags his lips over the raised marks instead of just peppers kisses on them, tracing them, memorizing with his lips alone. He moves his hands to hold onto Vash's hips lightly the whole time.
And speaking of those hips, when he's done with... everywhere else, really, that's where he goes next — to kiss along his hipbones and down near the hem of his pants where his chin brushes the rough fabric. Back up, to another scar, but then he stops. Doesn't move his head back, just sort of pauses while he lets his breath tickle over Vash.]
You're really... so, so pretty... I can't get enough of you. I could do this all day.
[And, well, back to kissing. There's another hip he did not kiss yet.]
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[Maybe he just feels nervous because it's Vash and he wants to do a good job and do right by him and not completely ruin this whole thing for him forever. Is he trying too hard...? Is this more of that anxiety juice he's been sipping his whole life...
Anyway, good lord Ain a boy wants to take care of you once and then touches your wing and you immediately try to suck on him about it. Get help—
Still, he's been given permission to keep doing what he's doing, so he leans forward from his new position on the floor and the kissing begins again, still as gentle and loving as before. Ain is sure not to leave a single spot unkissed, scar or not; at times he even drags his lips over the raised marks instead of just peppers kisses on them, tracing them, memorizing with his lips alone. He moves his hands to hold onto Vash's hips lightly the whole time.
And speaking of those hips, when he's done with... everywhere else, really, that's where he goes next — to kiss along his hipbones and down near the hem of his pants where his chin brushes the rough fabric. Back up, to another scar, but then he stops. Doesn't move his head back, just sort of pauses while he lets his breath tickle over Vash.]
You're really... so, so pretty... I can't get enough of you. I could do this all day.
[And, well, back to kissing. There's another hip he did not kiss yet.]