Haha, okay. If you change your mind at any point, just tell me.
[And Ain supposes, as he's throwing his shirt to the floor and now crawling back over Vash wearing just his pants and that collar, that they'll save the condoms for some other time when they can't afford to be too messy. Quickies on the road or some shit. That'll surely become a thing at some point.
They've come to a consensus now, but that doesn't mean Ain is immediately going for the lube. Vash's pants are still on, those need to be taken off first, and Ain may or may not be a bit of a showoff. (Hint: He's absolutely a showoff.) When he crouches between Vash's legs on the bed and lowers himself down, it's so that he can start working the man's pants open...
With his teeth.
Turns out your bird is a SLUT.
That'll end as quickly as it started, though, because then pants have to come off, which means Ain has to move and hook his hands into the fabric and not get kicked in the face, so. RIP. But once that's all said and done, and Ain himself is still half-dressed and ignoring that fact...]
Ahh... you're cute. I want to keep you forever.
[He lowers himself back between Vash's legs and, hiking one up over his shoulder, gently bites the inside of his thigh. This is the one (1) place he didn't mark up yesterday evening.]
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Ain immediately begins taking his shirt off.]
Haha, okay. If you change your mind at any point, just tell me.
[And Ain supposes, as he's throwing his shirt to the floor and now crawling back over Vash wearing just his pants and that collar, that they'll save the condoms for some other time when they can't afford to be too messy. Quickies on the road or some shit. That'll surely become a thing at some point.
They've come to a consensus now, but that doesn't mean Ain is immediately going for the lube. Vash's pants are still on, those need to be taken off first, and Ain may or may not be a bit of a showoff. (Hint: He's absolutely a showoff.) When he crouches between Vash's legs on the bed and lowers himself down, it's so that he can start working the man's pants open...
With his teeth.
Turns out your bird is a SLUT.
That'll end as quickly as it started, though, because then pants have to come off, which means Ain has to move and hook his hands into the fabric and not get kicked in the face, so. RIP. But once that's all said and done, and Ain himself is still half-dressed and ignoring that fact...]
Ahh... you're cute. I want to keep you forever.
[He lowers himself back between Vash's legs and, hiking one up over his shoulder, gently bites the inside of his thigh. This is the one (1) place he didn't mark up yesterday evening.]