[Oh Goddess he needs all of this. He's not sure why — never been good at emotions, this one, but he's damn good at impulse — but something in his heart just. needs. to kiss Vash stupid. Maybe he's jealous over all those other people that just get to do sappy stuff in the street with no repercussions. Maybe there's something deeper going on (there is). All Ain knows is that he wants this man, badly, in any way he could possibly have him — a short makeout or otherwise — and he only feels relief when he's getting it. Which...
Relief apparently comes in the form of more gross heart palpitations, but at this point he's not sure how to fix it. All that exists in the narrow space between the bed and the wall is them, and the sounds of laboured breathing as Ain tries and fails to remember he has lungs that need to be filled.
His hands wander to Vash's shoulders, sort of just... resting there, while their lips clash. Ain is a man starved (for like four hours), and when they part, he deigns to speak, but. The kisses don't stop, they simply move down to Vash's neck, equally fervent as the ones left on his lips.]
Sorry, [he's not sorry,] I wanted to do this... all day. I thought I'd die without it.
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Relief apparently comes in the form of more gross heart palpitations, but at this point he's not sure how to fix it. All that exists in the narrow space between the bed and the wall is them, and the sounds of laboured breathing as Ain tries and fails to remember he has lungs that need to be filled.
His hands wander to Vash's shoulders, sort of just... resting there, while their lips clash. Ain is a man starved (for like four hours), and when they part, he deigns to speak, but. The kisses don't stop, they simply move down to Vash's neck, equally fervent as the ones left on his lips.]
Sorry, [he's not sorry,] I wanted to do this... all day. I thought I'd die without it.