[They'll solve that issue whenever they start to delve into BDSM—
It's fine if Vash is close because honestly... that's about how Ain likes it. If it were up to him (and Vash wasn't, y'know, new to this whole thing), Vash would be fucking empty by now. On a good day, Ain usually also lasts longer — if he's in charge, anyway, he's a quick shot if any control is wrestled away from him at all — but there's something about today where that's just not the case. He's feeling the pressure mount, too, and he can't tell if it's the emotional high or the fact that having his back kissed has him super riled or both. It's probably both.
And it's probably-definitely the increasing pace, too. The rolls of his hips get far less shallow and far sharper the longer it goes on, with Ain trying to hit that spot deep in him that he knows is gonna make Vash scream his head off. The bed frame is smacking the wall, the floor is sort of ominously creaking, and Ain isn't paying attention to any of it. He's long since stopped kissing Vash's neck just so he can watch his expressions and the way his chest heaves. Memorizing him, really. Next time he closes his eyes and sees images of Vash lost in pleasure... he's going to sleep well tonight.
Ain fucks into him harder, claws tearing at the sheets underneath them. Rest in peace to this place that they fuckin' destroyed.]
Vash... [so cute... too cute, ugh,] You look so good like this, ha...
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It's fine if Vash is close because honestly... that's about how Ain likes it. If it were up to him (and Vash wasn't, y'know, new to this whole thing), Vash would be fucking empty by now. On a good day, Ain usually also lasts longer — if he's in charge, anyway, he's a quick shot if any control is wrestled away from him at all — but there's something about today where that's just not the case. He's feeling the pressure mount, too, and he can't tell if it's the emotional high or the fact that having his back kissed has him super riled or both. It's probably both.
And it's probably-definitely the increasing pace, too. The rolls of his hips get far less shallow and far sharper the longer it goes on, with Ain trying to hit that spot deep in him that he knows is gonna make Vash scream his head off. The bed frame is smacking the wall, the floor is sort of ominously creaking, and Ain isn't paying attention to any of it. He's long since stopped kissing Vash's neck just so he can watch his expressions and the way his chest heaves. Memorizing him, really. Next time he closes his eyes and sees images of Vash lost in pleasure... he's going to sleep well tonight.
Ain fucks into him harder, claws tearing at the sheets underneath them. Rest in peace to this place that they fuckin' destroyed.]
Vash... [so cute... too cute, ugh,] You look so good like this, ha...