[And he'll do it again, just watch him. Not that he's managed to get super far with the wing touches just yet, but the more deliberate Ain's movements become...yeah. He ends up digging his fingers in a bit, pressing into those delicate pin feathers. They're not molting anymore like they were the other day, but if Vash has anything to say about it, this inn room will eventually be covered in them. You won't find a single surface without a trace of Ain feathers on it.
By the time Ain finally relents and draws away from Vash, he already looks ruined. His face flushed, breathing heavy, and his hand clutching Ain at his back even as he sits back on his knees, bringing over more condoms than Vash has ever seen in his life. Or, perhaps, more than he's ever seen period.
He blinks slowly, the words clean yourself out initially going in one ear and out the other. What...
But then it dawns on him, and he remembers when Ain took the condom off himself before and threw it away.
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By the time Ain finally relents and draws away from Vash, he already looks ruined. His face flushed, breathing heavy, and his hand clutching Ain at his back even as he sits back on his knees, bringing over more condoms than Vash has ever seen in his life. Or, perhaps, more than he's ever seen period.
He blinks slowly, the words clean yourself out initially going in one ear and out the other. What...
But then it dawns on him, and he remembers when Ain took the condom off himself before and threw it away.
And he ends up asking, dumbly:]
S...should we?