[Next time they have sex — because there's gonna be a next time, Ain's determined — Ain will absolutely let Vash get off on his fingers. And then on his dick. And then any other possible way he can. If time were infinite...
He can't be melancholy about it, though. He has a boy squirming underneath him, losing himself to pleasure, and it's... it's just nice, to see Vash in this way. Having fun, not stressing about where they're going to go, blissed out. Urgh. Ain wants to give him the entire world but all he has is like two dollars to his name.
The finger-fucking doesn't last much longer than that. Ain isn't purposely trying to edge Vash (this time), but he's sorry for when it inevitably happens as his fingers curl one last time and he drags them out.]
Just give me a moment, [Ain says, sitting back on his heels to grab a condom and lube up, tearing into the wrapper with his teeth,] and tell me if it hurts too much, alright?
[Ain is, uh, not Small. And, again, he's much bigger than fingers are. Vash can swear up and down he's had extreme pain before, doesn't matter, Ain's not going to give him anything other than the best treatment.
He settles comfortably between Vash's thighs and holds his legs apart for the time being, just enough to make sure Vash doesn't clamp his legs shut too early. With one last glance at his face that Ain hopes reads relax, I'll take care of you, Ain slowly starts to work his way inside, giving Vash ample time to adjust with each shallow rock of his hips. A sigh tumbles from his lips as soon as he bottoms out, and Ain momentarily bites his bottom lip.
God. He can tell it's been a while since he's gotten up to any Shenanigans, because just the tightness alone has him halfway on the edge already. Or maybe it's just emotional overload because Vash is just. everything to him right now. Either or.]
You... [huff.] Tell me when you feel comfortable enough for me to move.
no subject
He can't be melancholy about it, though. He has a boy squirming underneath him, losing himself to pleasure, and it's... it's just nice, to see Vash in this way. Having fun, not stressing about where they're going to go, blissed out. Urgh. Ain wants to give him the entire world but all he has is like two dollars to his name.
The finger-fucking doesn't last much longer than that. Ain isn't purposely trying to edge Vash (this time), but he's sorry for when it inevitably happens as his fingers curl one last time and he drags them out.]
Just give me a moment, [Ain says, sitting back on his heels to grab a condom and lube up, tearing into the wrapper with his teeth,] and tell me if it hurts too much, alright?
[Ain is, uh, not Small. And, again, he's much bigger than fingers are. Vash can swear up and down he's had extreme pain before, doesn't matter, Ain's not going to give him anything other than the best treatment.
He settles comfortably between Vash's thighs and holds his legs apart for the time being, just enough to make sure Vash doesn't clamp his legs shut too early. With one last glance at his face that Ain hopes reads relax, I'll take care of you, Ain slowly starts to work his way inside, giving Vash ample time to adjust with each shallow rock of his hips. A sigh tumbles from his lips as soon as he bottoms out, and Ain momentarily bites his bottom lip.
God. He can tell it's been a while since he's gotten up to any Shenanigans, because just the tightness alone has him halfway on the edge already. Or maybe it's just emotional overload because Vash is just. everything to him right now. Either or.]
You... [huff.] Tell me when you feel comfortable enough for me to move.