Shh-shh, it's alright. [Kisses Vash's shoulder.] You look so lovely like this, you know?
[He probably does not. One day, mirrors will happen. That's contingent upon them breaking into an old Airbnb with a mirror on the ceiling or something still, though. This is, like last night, a view only for Ain. Maybe he should feel bad about the tears in Vash's eyes, but to him, this is just something that happens. He'll just aftercare the hell out of Vash when they're done, it's fine.
Vash will not be left hanging much longer, though, not when Ain starts to move — really move, at a faster pace than he's been going all night thus far. It's not harsh, but it's hardly gentle, especially the way he clamps his hands down on Vash's hips hard enough to where his fingers will certainly leave bruises.
Ain leans over and sinks his teeth briefly into his master's shoulder, and quite unlike last night where he was more talk than anything else, all he can do is lose himself to the tight heat. He's trying — trying so fucking hard — not to immediately kick into overdrive for Vash's sake, but that's failing horribly on his part. A few more shallow thrusts is not enough for him, personally, and at some point Ain is too far gone to really think anymore. He can't imagine how Vash feels, if he's being this impatient for once.
So. Ain simply fucks into him harder, Vash's name a prayer on his lips the entire time.]
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[He probably does not. One day, mirrors will happen. That's contingent upon them breaking into an old Airbnb with a mirror on the ceiling or something still, though. This is, like last night, a view only for Ain. Maybe he should feel bad about the tears in Vash's eyes, but to him, this is just something that happens. He'll just aftercare the hell out of Vash when they're done, it's fine.
Vash will not be left hanging much longer, though, not when Ain starts to move — really move, at a faster pace than he's been going all night thus far. It's not harsh, but it's hardly gentle, especially the way he clamps his hands down on Vash's hips hard enough to where his fingers will certainly leave bruises.
Ain leans over and sinks his teeth briefly into his master's shoulder, and quite unlike last night where he was more talk than anything else, all he can do is lose himself to the tight heat. He's trying — trying so fucking hard — not to immediately kick into overdrive for Vash's sake, but that's failing horribly on his part. A few more shallow thrusts is not enough for him, personally, and at some point Ain is too far gone to really think anymore. He can't imagine how Vash feels, if he's being this impatient for once.
So. Ain simply fucks into him harder, Vash's name a prayer on his lips the entire time.]