Okay yeah time for the rest of those clothes, shoes included, to be all the way off, because after that? Ain is just gonna wordlessly pick Vash up in a bridal carry and walk to the bedroom. Don't worry about the state of his knees by the way he's fine, he was formerly the town bicycle about 6 towns ago so it's all good—
Vash might get a Glimpse of it on the way, but yeah, your boy is rock fucking solid. Ain normally wears the tightest pants known to man so this is made fifteen times worse by appearance, actually, but he's real proficient at ignoring it to get stuff done. Kind of.
The bedroom is like a ten-second speed walk, and Ain sets-slash-half-tosses Vash onto the bed before crawling over him to kiss him breathless, sorry about the taste — and then he backs off and gets up to go find where he put the lube that he definitely stole.]
Just give me a moment to find...
[He begins, digging around in the bedside table. It's an awful table; one of the legs is two seconds from breaking, somehow, like this thing has to be one hundred years old. The drawer gets stuck and Ain genuinely has to yank on it to get it open, and after that, there's the small issue of the drawer Will Not close again, so. It gets to just live like that he supposes. The only things in there are a bottle (previously opened) and pack of condoms (also previously opened), and Ain decides he does not want to explain to Vash the whole cleanup process quite yet when they're definitely going to have to deal with the police in the morning, so. Condom it is. Speak now or forever hold your peace etc.
With that out of the way, said objects that Ain reasonably Should Not Prioritize as a fugitive are set on the side of the bed to be gotten later, and then he's climbing back over Vash to kiss him and trill in the back of his throat again.]
Do you want to do the honours of undressing me, or do you want me to do it and let you watch?
[There's an appeal in it either way. He's gonna let his very cute master decide, though.]
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Okay yeah time for the rest of those clothes, shoes included, to be all the way off, because after that? Ain is just gonna wordlessly pick Vash up in a bridal carry and walk to the bedroom. Don't worry about the state of his knees by the way he's fine, he was formerly the town bicycle about 6 towns ago so it's all good—
Vash might get a Glimpse of it on the way, but yeah, your boy is rock fucking solid. Ain normally wears the tightest pants known to man so this is made fifteen times worse by appearance, actually, but he's real proficient at ignoring it to get stuff done. Kind of.
The bedroom is like a ten-second speed walk, and Ain sets-slash-half-tosses Vash onto the bed before crawling over him to kiss him breathless, sorry about the taste — and then he backs off and gets up to go find where he put the lube that he definitely stole.]
Just give me a moment to find...
[He begins, digging around in the bedside table. It's an awful table; one of the legs is two seconds from breaking, somehow, like this thing has to be one hundred years old. The drawer gets stuck and Ain genuinely has to yank on it to get it open, and after that, there's the small issue of the drawer Will Not close again, so. It gets to just live like that he supposes. The only things in there are a bottle (previously opened) and pack of condoms (also previously opened), and Ain decides he does not want to explain to Vash the whole cleanup process quite yet when they're definitely going to have to deal with the police in the morning, so. Condom it is. Speak now or forever hold your peace etc.
With that out of the way, said objects that Ain reasonably Should Not Prioritize as a fugitive are set on the side of the bed to be gotten later, and then he's climbing back over Vash to kiss him and trill in the back of his throat again.]
Do you want to do the honours of undressing me, or do you want me to do it and let you watch?
[There's an appeal in it either way. He's gonna let his very cute master decide, though.]