[Is...it bad that Vash is coming to the startingly fast realization that he is probably not going to last very long...longer than he would have if he didn't get sucked off once, but ALSO...
His eyes flutter, and as much as he wants to say something, he just fucking cannot. Not when Ain is actively moving, and every even slight rock of his hips forward is enough to send electric shocks through his entire body. If this is all it takes for the beast to awaken in Ain, then just wait until they get into doing this more often. Vash may die for real, then.
Though Vash's hands had been on Ain's hips this whole time...when he starts moving in earnest, he finally changes his mind and moves to instead wrap his arms around Vash's neck, only briefly feeling silly in doing so until his hips jerk forward into him, jolting Vash's body and causing him to cry out so sharply that his voice cracks at the peak of it, his head lolling forward so he can bury his face into the side of Ain's neck. His whimpers are muffled against the skin there as he tries (and fails) to keep his feet planted to the bed because eventually, those too get hooked around the bird's hips, Vash turning his face to take a breath and also cry out again.
It doesn't help that Ain calling him cute...telling him he's a good boy...it's doing things to him, man.
Again. Who is the owner and who is the pet, here-]
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His eyes flutter, and as much as he wants to say something, he just fucking cannot. Not when Ain is actively moving, and every even slight rock of his hips forward is enough to send electric shocks through his entire body. If this is all it takes for the beast to awaken in Ain, then just wait until they get into doing this more often. Vash may die for real, then.
Though Vash's hands had been on Ain's hips this whole time...when he starts moving in earnest, he finally changes his mind and moves to instead wrap his arms around Vash's neck, only briefly feeling silly in doing so until his hips jerk forward into him, jolting Vash's body and causing him to cry out so sharply that his voice cracks at the peak of it, his head lolling forward so he can bury his face into the side of Ain's neck. His whimpers are muffled against the skin there as he tries (and fails) to keep his feet planted to the bed because eventually, those too get hooked around the bird's hips, Vash turning his face to take a breath and also cry out again.
It doesn't help that Ain calling him cute...telling him he's a good boy...it's doing things to him, man.
Again. Who is the owner and who is the pet, here-]
Ain...Ain!