[That's much better. Now, Ain's hips rock up into Vash's hand instead, and his head rolls back and all that leaves his lips is the most helpless-sounding moan. He's twitching and pulsing in Vash's grip, horribly afflicted, definitely letting himself get a bit too close to the edge for what they actually should be doing. But.

God. That spot on his back is so damn good, and he wonders if he hadn't said anything earlier where they'd be, like, if Vash would have just kept going innocently enough until Ain fucking came in his pants about it. Ugh.

Ugh!

He needs to regain his ability to Top, pronto, or he's going to be the most useless puddle of feathers on the bed in record time. But Ain lets himself be carried all the way to the edge, rocking his hips and whining out Vash's name the entire time, up until he feels something want to snap in him and he reaches his hand out to stop Vash. A little tap on the wrist.]

I'm going to cum if you keep that up, [he warns, breathless,] so unless you want to wait ten minutes for me to get hard again...

[Like. He's giving you permission, but be warned you're gonna be blueballed for a bit—]

Mm... but you're doing so well. We'll have to do this again later, hm?