[At this point, it's a miracle either of them have lasted this long. Their makeout session a few hours ago was an appetizer that Vash barely survived, and now? He's tipsy. Not full-on drunk, but not sober either. His inhibitions are lower, even lower than they would have been, and now he's got Ain putting hands on him, pinning him to the wall, kissing him...all things that any other owner would either 1) find inappropriate at best and jail-worthy at worst and 2) infuriating given the shift in power.
Vash does not care about any of that. This mad has been a bottom since day one, and the moment Ain starts to kiss him, Vash melts. He's only barely able to lift his hands to cup Ain's face in a desperate bid to keep him held closer for longer, whining softly into their kiss. He hasn't even gotten around to getting his own snow-soaked clothing off yet, but that will surely come in short order once they manage to drag themselves to the bed.
And this bed is nothing like the shoddy one they had before. It's soft, plush even. Vash isn't sure how they're even going to get up in the morning.]
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Vash does not care about any of that. This mad has been a bottom since day one, and the moment Ain starts to kiss him, Vash melts. He's only barely able to lift his hands to cup Ain's face in a desperate bid to keep him held closer for longer, whining softly into their kiss. He hasn't even gotten around to getting his own snow-soaked clothing off yet, but that will surely come in short order once they manage to drag themselves to the bed.
And this bed is nothing like the shoddy one they had before. It's soft, plush even. Vash isn't sure how they're even going to get up in the morning.]