[BDSM between these two WILL be an experience because Vash has never experienced pain that was sexy instead of life threatening. Imagine that being a possibility, couldn't be him. Also being tied up by the police is not exactly the same as having your pet tie you up, he's pretty sure.
Baby steps.
At this point, Vash has succumbed to Ain's control and there's no hope of him resurfacing. Every moan is a near-sob that he's only just barely managing to stifle a bit against Ain, because he knows they're getting dangerously close to having the cops called on them sooner than planned. Funny, since they're not even doing anything wrong at this exact moment, save for the fact that they're...not supposed to be here...
It doesn't matter either way. Nothing matters. Vash clings to Ain like a lifeline, the grip of his mechanical hand maybe a little too firm (but not enough to actually harm him, just leave a bruise that will definitely be persisting after tonight), his other hand finding its way around to Ain's back proper as his fingers scrabble for purchase, eventually finding one of those wings to bury itself into. The soft sensation on his fingertips is only amplified as he's being fucked senseless, he'll just have to be mindful that he doesn't accidentally pull on them too hard. And since Ain has foregone kissing him, Vash has nothing to keep himself occupied. All he can do is lay there and cry out every time their hips connect, and as he get closer with each second that passes, his back arches just that much more off the bed, his voice raising an octave at a time, until-
Vash builds to a peak unlike anything he's ever felt before. Not from pleasuring himself, nor even from the blowjob Ain treated him to earlier. It's a slow build in the pit of his stomach, warm and heady, before it billows outwards from that point, rising up into a crescendo that crashes over him so sudden and final that when Vash cums, he wails. Not super great in this case that this apartment is shitty, and that closed window probably barely did anything to hold the sound in as Vash convulses in Ain's arms, shooting thick ropes across both his own navel as well as Ain's.
His mind completely blanks out. He may as well not be here, Vash is no longer home.]
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Baby steps.
At this point, Vash has succumbed to Ain's control and there's no hope of him resurfacing. Every moan is a near-sob that he's only just barely managing to stifle a bit against Ain, because he knows they're getting dangerously close to having the cops called on them sooner than planned. Funny, since they're not even doing anything wrong at this exact moment, save for the fact that they're...not supposed to be here...
It doesn't matter either way. Nothing matters. Vash clings to Ain like a lifeline, the grip of his mechanical hand maybe a little too firm (but not enough to actually harm him, just leave a bruise that will definitely be persisting after tonight), his other hand finding its way around to Ain's back proper as his fingers scrabble for purchase, eventually finding one of those wings to bury itself into. The soft sensation on his fingertips is only amplified as he's being fucked senseless, he'll just have to be mindful that he doesn't accidentally pull on them too hard. And since Ain has foregone kissing him, Vash has nothing to keep himself occupied. All he can do is lay there and cry out every time their hips connect, and as he get closer with each second that passes, his back arches just that much more off the bed, his voice raising an octave at a time, until-
Vash builds to a peak unlike anything he's ever felt before. Not from pleasuring himself, nor even from the blowjob Ain treated him to earlier. It's a slow build in the pit of his stomach, warm and heady, before it billows outwards from that point, rising up into a crescendo that crashes over him so sudden and final that when Vash cums, he wails. Not super great in this case that this apartment is shitty, and that closed window probably barely did anything to hold the sound in as Vash convulses in Ain's arms, shooting thick ropes across both his own navel as well as Ain's.
His mind completely blanks out. He may as well not be here, Vash is no longer home.]