[This really is two bottoms trying to out-please the other one, isn't it. Luckily, Ain is very receptive to the idea, and like. To Vash's credit? His words have Ain pulsing just a bit, and there's some sort of weird thud in his chest also, but he's ignoring that. If he goes into cardiac arrest it's gotta be like, AFTER they're done here.
Ain leans back, which will inevitably force Vash's head away from his back — but he's doing that so he can lean and kiss Vash's jawline again. There are no words to say how much he appreciates Vash, really.]
Haha, do you think I'm done with you? I just like edging, that's all. [he does not explain.] I'll show you how good it can be next time. I think it would be a good look for you!
[sir—
But Ain's already freeing himself from Vash's grip, to push him back onto the mattress and climb over him. He lets his wings go slack on either side of them, draping across the mattress, and just... kisses Vash stupid, again, because if Ain were to pick anything at all that's his favourite, it's kissing. He loves it a little too much, and he needs the temporary break before he busts early and they have to wait a bit.
Eventually, though... eventually he sits back up, back on his calves and between Vash's legs, looking pleasantly devious as he reaches for the bottle of lubricant.]
You'll have to tell me if this is too much, [he says casually, like he's talking about the weather forecast,] alright? I don't want it to be uncomfortable for you.
[Ain's doing all of this in full view of Vash, so he can see exactly what's going on — coating his fingers with lube and then pressing the cap on the bottle closed to put it aside. He warms it a bit in his hands first — temperature play is for way later — and then reaches down, but hesitates before actually slipping a finger into his master.]
Oh, and try to relax. It'll make it easier.
[And that's the last warning Vash gets before Ain slowly starts to work his finger in, keeping his other hand braced on Vash's knee and trying to rub soothing circles into it. God, he remembers being a virgin, this used to be the worst part...]
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Ain leans back, which will inevitably force Vash's head away from his back — but he's doing that so he can lean and kiss Vash's jawline again. There are no words to say how much he appreciates Vash, really.]
Haha, do you think I'm done with you? I just like edging, that's all. [he does not explain.] I'll show you how good it can be next time. I think it would be a good look for you!
[sir—
But Ain's already freeing himself from Vash's grip, to push him back onto the mattress and climb over him. He lets his wings go slack on either side of them, draping across the mattress, and just... kisses Vash stupid, again, because if Ain were to pick anything at all that's his favourite, it's kissing. He loves it a little too much, and he needs the temporary break before he busts early and they have to wait a bit.
Eventually, though... eventually he sits back up, back on his calves and between Vash's legs, looking pleasantly devious as he reaches for the bottle of lubricant.]
You'll have to tell me if this is too much, [he says casually, like he's talking about the weather forecast,] alright? I don't want it to be uncomfortable for you.
[Ain's doing all of this in full view of Vash, so he can see exactly what's going on — coating his fingers with lube and then pressing the cap on the bottle closed to put it aside. He warms it a bit in his hands first — temperature play is for way later — and then reaches down, but hesitates before actually slipping a finger into his master.]
Oh, and try to relax. It'll make it easier.
[And that's the last warning Vash gets before Ain slowly starts to work his finger in, keeping his other hand braced on Vash's knee and trying to rub soothing circles into it. God, he remembers being a virgin, this used to be the worst part...]