[Ain has nothing to be sorry for, and therefor should not be sorry. Vash is having a wonderful time actually, he's just already too befuckered right now to say much about it one way or the other. Ain has a funny way of being able to put his master in his place not just through words, but through actions. Namely, the way he steals away whatever else Vash might have wanted to say next as he finally- finally- goes back to his work.
And it goes on.
And on.
And...on...
Until Vash realizes that no, this isn't going to be like the first time. He isn't going to take him in within a minute, eventually getting him all the way into his throat like Vash wants. Ain has all the time in the world to work with here, and they both know it. So by the time those many minutes have gone by, every swipe of his tongue is heralded by a whimper from Vash, his hands tugging at the sheets underneath him now. And then when he does finally deign to take him in further...]
Ainnn...
[For the first time, Vash complains. He whines, pleadingly, because it's just not enough. He's not going to rush him, and he hasn't fallen to begging (yet), but even just a taste of this kind of slowness is bewildering him.
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And it goes on.
And on.
And...on...
Until Vash realizes that no, this isn't going to be like the first time. He isn't going to take him in within a minute, eventually getting him all the way into his throat like Vash wants. Ain has all the time in the world to work with here, and they both know it. So by the time those many minutes have gone by, every swipe of his tongue is heralded by a whimper from Vash, his hands tugging at the sheets underneath him now. And then when he does finally deign to take him in further...]
Ainnn...
[For the first time, Vash complains. He whines, pleadingly, because it's just not enough. He's not going to rush him, and he hasn't fallen to begging (yet), but even just a taste of this kind of slowness is bewildering him.
It's only going to get worse.]