[It's a sharp exhale against Vash's skin, when that hand winds up where it does. It's nice. Incredibly so, given the little noise he makes in response to it. Vash hasn't done anything other than kind of set his hand there, and Ain is already squirming. Maybe his emotions are running too high right now, maybe it's because it's Vash, either way — there really is no turning back now. He can see everything from this angle, and Vash's hand is already where Ain warned it probably shouldn't be.
They're already, like, Not Friends anymore. Friends with benefits? Is that what they are? Ain doesn't have the time nor willpower to ponder this, because he has work to be doing — he's kissed everywhere, yeah, but he sure hasn't licked everywhere. There's a big difference, and that's what he moves to next, drawing his tongue over one scar in particular that he remembers specifically made Vash squirm the last time.
This time, he's moving upwards as he goes, still on the floor but leaning more forward into it.]
Keep your hand there, [he instructs,] I like that.
[The one on his back, he means, if that was somehow not glaringly obvious.
For once, he's quiet. No trilling or general noisiness, for now, because something feral in him has finally broke and he's too busy wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking to really bother with being cute right now.]
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[It's a sharp exhale against Vash's skin, when that hand winds up where it does. It's nice. Incredibly so, given the little noise he makes in response to it. Vash hasn't done anything other than kind of set his hand there, and Ain is already squirming. Maybe his emotions are running too high right now, maybe it's because it's Vash, either way — there really is no turning back now. He can see everything from this angle, and Vash's hand is already where Ain warned it probably shouldn't be.
They're already, like, Not Friends anymore. Friends with benefits? Is that what they are? Ain doesn't have the time nor willpower to ponder this, because he has work to be doing — he's kissed everywhere, yeah, but he sure hasn't licked everywhere. There's a big difference, and that's what he moves to next, drawing his tongue over one scar in particular that he remembers specifically made Vash squirm the last time.
This time, he's moving upwards as he goes, still on the floor but leaning more forward into it.]
Keep your hand there, [he instructs,] I like that.
[The one on his back, he means, if that was somehow not glaringly obvious.
For once, he's quiet. No trilling or general noisiness, for now, because something feral in him has finally broke and he's too busy wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking to really bother with being cute right now.]