[As much as Vash feels like he's dying over here, there's something...weirdly pleasurable about this sensation of being kept purposefully on the edge. He doesn't quite understand it fully yet, but he can at least get the merits of it. It prolongs the pleasure, instead of just rocketing him towards the inevitable. It gives him time for his body to relax and melt onto the mattress, the brush of his fingers through Ain's hair becoming lazy as his breathing and heartrate slowly increase. He is completely at his pet's mercy, his cock twitching in his hold the more he's being played with, and for a while there it feels like this is just going to be his future until he actually opens his mouth and begs.
Not so, actually! Because just as Vash starts to think maybe he should say something, Ain doesn't just kick things into a higher gear. He goes full-throttle, stomping-on-the-gas into overdrive, to the point where Vash lets out a strangled noise and actually jerks forward a little, almost like he's about to try and sit up when Ain swallows him all the way to the hilt. He's moving, very, very quickly, pistoning over Vash's dick in a way that makes him cry out uncontrollably and grab for Ain wherever he can. This happens to be his good hand on his head, and his other holding onto his shoulder for dear life.
Oh fuck, or the equivalent thereof, is all Vash can think right now. His brain turns to static, head thrown back against the pillows as eventually he gives in and just allows himself to be lost to the throes of pleasure, his knees tightening around Ain as he gets close alarmingly fast. Like, he went from "kinda getting there" to "oh shit I'm going to cum" in less than a minute, which might be some kind of record.
But then...then. Ain stops.]
A-au--uhh- uuh-
[Vash's body convulses like he's been electrocuted, and he can feel unwanted tears spring to the corners of his eyes, settling there and burning. He's panting like he just ran a marathon, and now he's contending with the painful way his stomach clenches over and over from the denial of release, all of that relaxing he'd been doing before converted instead into frustration. Just as he's getting the time to question what the hell Ain thinks he's doing, he puts his mouth to work again, and Vash's brain just...explodes, at that point. He's pretty sure.
All he knows is that he sees stars, briefly, before his head hits the pillow a third time, and this time? He is moaning openly.
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Not so, actually! Because just as Vash starts to think maybe he should say something, Ain doesn't just kick things into a higher gear. He goes full-throttle, stomping-on-the-gas into overdrive, to the point where Vash lets out a strangled noise and actually jerks forward a little, almost like he's about to try and sit up when Ain swallows him all the way to the hilt. He's moving, very, very quickly, pistoning over Vash's dick in a way that makes him cry out uncontrollably and grab for Ain wherever he can. This happens to be his good hand on his head, and his other holding onto his shoulder for dear life.
Oh fuck, or the equivalent thereof, is all Vash can think right now. His brain turns to static, head thrown back against the pillows as eventually he gives in and just allows himself to be lost to the throes of pleasure, his knees tightening around Ain as he gets close alarmingly fast. Like, he went from "kinda getting there" to "oh shit I'm going to cum" in less than a minute, which might be some kind of record.
But then...then. Ain stops.]
A-au--uhh- uuh-
[Vash's body convulses like he's been electrocuted, and he can feel unwanted tears spring to the corners of his eyes, settling there and burning. He's panting like he just ran a marathon, and now he's contending with the painful way his stomach clenches over and over from the denial of release, all of that relaxing he'd been doing before converted instead into frustration. Just as he's getting the time to question what the hell Ain thinks he's doing, he puts his mouth to work again, and Vash's brain just...explodes, at that point. He's pretty sure.
All he knows is that he sees stars, briefly, before his head hits the pillow a third time, and this time? He is moaning openly.
Loudly. Begging for Ain.]