[Is he doing well? Vash doesn't know...he sure doesn't feel like it, because most of this time he's been begging for Ain, openly. Begging for him to do more, or to stop teasing, it could be either since he's been too out of it to put words to the voice. Any time he can think to speak, it's Ain, Ain, Ain, nothing else.
By the time Ain stops again, Vash is utterly wrecked. The very air in the bedroom is too much, too sensitive to his neglected cock as his hips twitch at the denial. He watches Ain blearily as he lays there, his cheeks wet with tears that he's definitely actually been crying at this point, yet he's not even aware of them. And yes, he does expect the prolonged teasing and edging to continue when a finger finally goes in, yet the stretch is a relief, not a frustration. Vash sighs on a broken sound, wishing he could reach out and grab onto Ain in some way yet limited by the way he's still laying on the bed, face down ass up. Every movement of his finger inside, be it to stretch or put pressure on his prostate, earns Ain a whimper from his owner. And when Ain pulls away for what has to be the tenth time so far, Vash sobs.]
Ple-ease...please...
[As if in answer to his prayers, Ain sinks in, finally. It's slow, it's agony, but it's like water to a man in a desert nonetheless. Vash chokes on his own breath, moving to try and push himself back against Ain, wanting him deeper inside for longer.
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By the time Ain stops again, Vash is utterly wrecked. The very air in the bedroom is too much, too sensitive to his neglected cock as his hips twitch at the denial. He watches Ain blearily as he lays there, his cheeks wet with tears that he's definitely actually been crying at this point, yet he's not even aware of them. And yes, he does expect the prolonged teasing and edging to continue when a finger finally goes in, yet the stretch is a relief, not a frustration. Vash sighs on a broken sound, wishing he could reach out and grab onto Ain in some way yet limited by the way he's still laying on the bed, face down ass up. Every movement of his finger inside, be it to stretch or put pressure on his prostate, earns Ain a whimper from his owner. And when Ain pulls away for what has to be the tenth time so far, Vash sobs.]
Ple-ease...please...
[As if in answer to his prayers, Ain sinks in, finally. It's slow, it's agony, but it's like water to a man in a desert nonetheless. Vash chokes on his own breath, moving to try and push himself back against Ain, wanting him deeper inside for longer.
He needs to cum. He needs to.]
A-...A..aaa aaaain...Ain....please, Ain, please.