[Sorry babe your not-boyfriend is a sadist, just a little bit. Vash squirming around and crying out like this is enough to whittle down Ain's resolve little by little, and eventually he does get to the point where it is imperative he fucks the guy brainless. He's not sorry for this at all; the waiting is the best part, in his honest, slutty opinion.
Like before, when Vash is left teetering on the edge, Ain stops. This time, he fully sits up and wipes his own saliva off of his chin with the back of his hand, and then he actually bothers to — miracle of miracles — go for the lube this time.]
Just hang on a little longer for me, alright? You're doing so well.
[It's the first he's talked in a while, on account of his mouth was busy doing other things, but he says it with a warm and loving voice.
He won't waste more time than necessary here, though. First thing is sliding out of the way to get his own pants off, because imagine doing that while his fingers are covered in lube. Second thing is actually opening the lube and coating said fingers, and then he's back to where he was, pressing a finger into Vash to stretch him open. He only teases a little bit this time, as he leans over the man and kisses his shoulder.]
I won't edge you any more from here, so all you need to do is relax.
[He's not going to immediately go full-throttle, though, to give Vash time to adjust. Ain doesn't make quick work of stretching him, but he spends less time trying to get him off like this and more time actually doing the actual work part of this. And eventually, when he pulls back, it's not to tease him again he swears on his life. It's to coat himself with lube and try not to sigh at having any friction at all, even if it's his own hand, and then he pulls Vash back by the hips again and lines up.
Like last night, Ain is slow entering him, just because he doesn't want to hurt Vash at all. He has to give himself pause when he bottoms out, for both of their sakes, because apparently... listening to Vash beg and cry for half an hour really, really riled him up.
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Like before, when Vash is left teetering on the edge, Ain stops. This time, he fully sits up and wipes his own saliva off of his chin with the back of his hand, and then he actually bothers to — miracle of miracles — go for the lube this time.]
Just hang on a little longer for me, alright? You're doing so well.
[It's the first he's talked in a while, on account of his mouth was busy doing other things, but he says it with a warm and loving voice.
He won't waste more time than necessary here, though. First thing is sliding out of the way to get his own pants off, because imagine doing that while his fingers are covered in lube. Second thing is actually opening the lube and coating said fingers, and then he's back to where he was, pressing a finger into Vash to stretch him open. He only teases a little bit this time, as he leans over the man and kisses his shoulder.]
I won't edge you any more from here, so all you need to do is relax.
[He's not going to immediately go full-throttle, though, to give Vash time to adjust. Ain doesn't make quick work of stretching him, but he spends less time trying to get him off like this and more time actually doing the actual work part of this. And eventually, when he pulls back, it's not to tease him again he swears on his life. It's to coat himself with lube and try not to sigh at having any friction at all, even if it's his own hand, and then he pulls Vash back by the hips again and lines up.
Like last night, Ain is slow entering him, just because he doesn't want to hurt Vash at all. He has to give himself pause when he bottoms out, for both of their sakes, because apparently... listening to Vash beg and cry for half an hour really, really riled him up.
Still not sorry though.]