[Please rail his brains out, he can take it. This man has survived point-blank gunshots and he's still on this earth, so Ain would have to literally shatter his pelvis to kill him, and even then he might not manage it. As it stands, all he can think about himself are Ain's fingers inside of him, Vash's head tumbling back against the pillow again when Ain gently drags them inside, and he just...]
A-in!
[He just. Cannot be quiet anymore. He physically can't. Their neighbors no doubt know they're here, and if they don't end up calling the police before long, they will by morning. Vash...isn't thinking about any of that right now though, because for the first time in a while escape isn't at the forefront of his mind. Ain is. Ain may as well be all that exists in the world, right now. And it's hard, because if he were allowed, he'd just rock himself on those fingers until he came, despite knowing Ain isn't going to actually allow that (and he doesn't want that, he knows that he's got better things planned anyway). He has to settle with dancing on the edge, gritting his teeth with his head writhing this way and that, both hands fisting the sheets since they fell away from Ain's body a long time ago. They'll return, eventually.
Three fingers leaves Vash moaning openly with every movement, his chest heaving along with his heels struggling to find a foothold around each of Ain's hips. He's dying? He's going to die. He's pretty sure this is the end for him.]
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A-in!
[He just. Cannot be quiet anymore. He physically can't. Their neighbors no doubt know they're here, and if they don't end up calling the police before long, they will by morning. Vash...isn't thinking about any of that right now though, because for the first time in a while escape isn't at the forefront of his mind. Ain is. Ain may as well be all that exists in the world, right now. And it's hard, because if he were allowed, he'd just rock himself on those fingers until he came, despite knowing Ain isn't going to actually allow that (and he doesn't want that, he knows that he's got better things planned anyway). He has to settle with dancing on the edge, gritting his teeth with his head writhing this way and that, both hands fisting the sheets since they fell away from Ain's body a long time ago. They'll return, eventually.
Three fingers leaves Vash moaning openly with every movement, his chest heaving along with his heels struggling to find a foothold around each of Ain's hips. He's dying? He's going to die. He's pretty sure this is the end for him.]