[Fret not, Vash, jackets are already coming off at minimum, and they're going... on the floor because Ain doesn't care to try to put them somewhere else. That's where they go now.
He's already sticking his hands up underneath Vash's shirt.]
Hold on.
[And, instead of going to remove said shirt, Ain instead leans down to scoop Vash up and carry him the whole two feet to the bed, setting him down and crawling over him. They can continue their makeout session like this, with Ain seated between his legs and pushing his shirt up with a hand, letting fingertips dance over the expanse of his abdomen. The bruises from yesterday remain, slightly faded.
Ain swears in the back of his head he's usually not so aggressive. His self-control has always been pretty bad, a wall of paper standing between him and bad decisions, but tonight it's in shreds on the floor. And for once, it's not due to him going into heat, it's just Vash making him have emotional overload. Ain doesn't know what to do with emotional overload, so.
Guess he's just gonna nip Vash's bottom lip about it.]
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He's already sticking his hands up underneath Vash's shirt.]
Hold on.
[And, instead of going to remove said shirt, Ain instead leans down to scoop Vash up and carry him the whole two feet to the bed, setting him down and crawling over him. They can continue their makeout session like this, with Ain seated between his legs and pushing his shirt up with a hand, letting fingertips dance over the expanse of his abdomen. The bruises from yesterday remain, slightly faded.
Ain swears in the back of his head he's usually not so aggressive. His self-control has always been pretty bad, a wall of paper standing between him and bad decisions, but tonight it's in shreds on the floor. And for once, it's not due to him going into heat, it's just Vash making him have emotional overload. Ain doesn't know what to do with emotional overload, so.
Guess he's just gonna nip Vash's bottom lip about it.]