[Ain's expression can only be described as "got everything he wanted for Christmas and more" right now.]
Perfect. [He rolls his Rs. He's not sure why.] Tell me if this is too much, alright?
[Ain braces his hands on Vash's hips, mostly to support him because he has a feeling the man is going to collapse otherwise — and then he moves his head lower, to kiss his way up the back of a thigh before his tongue slips elsewhere. Over his balls, playfully mouthing them, and up from there, to that familiar ring of muscle.
Vash is probably expecting fingers. Which would ordinarily be the case, but no — instead, Ain slips in with his tongue, pulling Vash's hips back just a fraction of an inch so he can get as deep as possible.]
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Perfect. [He rolls his Rs. He's not sure why.] Tell me if this is too much, alright?
[Ain braces his hands on Vash's hips, mostly to support him because he has a feeling the man is going to collapse otherwise — and then he moves his head lower, to kiss his way up the back of a thigh before his tongue slips elsewhere. Over his balls, playfully mouthing them, and up from there, to that familiar ring of muscle.
Vash is probably expecting fingers. Which would ordinarily be the case, but no — instead, Ain slips in with his tongue, pulling Vash's hips back just a fraction of an inch so he can get as deep as possible.]