[You'd think that Vash would be getting frustrated with all of this by now, and to some degree there is frustration to be had. That...doesn't really matter, though. Not when Vash feels this cared for, this loved that Ain would even bother spending this much time to do this in the first place. How much time has it even been, really? Ten minutes? Thirty? An hour? Hours? Vash doesn't know. All he knows is that he's not sure his body can take much more. Over-stimulation bordering on pain, a mix of pleasure and discomfort he didn't think was possible for a body to feel, human or not. And as Ain's hands grip his hips and he fucks into him properly...
Vash wails.
He doesn't pay attention to the line between gentle thrusting and full-on having his spine shattered. It's all the same, all so much that Vash is pretty sure he's going to lose his voice before this is over. Every time their hips connect, the slap of skin-on-skin, Vash cries out. Occasionally between breaths he manages Ain's name, but that's really all he can do right now. Speech is completely beyond him.
And it's so, so good. It feels so good. He thought he was addicted to sex before, but this is on a completely different level. He's almost worried he isn't going to survive it, which would be a feat in itself. Ain, the first person in the world capable of killing a Plant in a way that isn't by stealing away all of their energy to power your house or whatever.
He was never destined to last. Ain maybe gets a minute, 45 second perhaps, of this full-on thrusting as Vash's moans reach a fever pitch, high and keening in the back of his throat. A sort of-]
Ah- ah- ah! AH!!
[Ain will feel it when Vash finally crumbles as his entire body clamps down on him with force, his insides shuddering and every muscle convulsing as he cums. He shoots hard enough onto the sheets that it makes a sound, Vash's moaning garbled in the back of his throat as the pillow catches the worst of the noises leaving him. If it weren't for Ain holding him up, he absolutely would have collapsed straight up.
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Vash wails.
He doesn't pay attention to the line between gentle thrusting and full-on having his spine shattered. It's all the same, all so much that Vash is pretty sure he's going to lose his voice before this is over. Every time their hips connect, the slap of skin-on-skin, Vash cries out. Occasionally between breaths he manages Ain's name, but that's really all he can do right now. Speech is completely beyond him.
And it's so, so good. It feels so good. He thought he was addicted to sex before, but this is on a completely different level. He's almost worried he isn't going to survive it, which would be a feat in itself. Ain, the first person in the world capable of killing a Plant in a way that isn't by stealing away all of their energy to power your house or whatever.
He was never destined to last. Ain maybe gets a minute, 45 second perhaps, of this full-on thrusting as Vash's moans reach a fever pitch, high and keening in the back of his throat. A sort of-]
Ah- ah- ah! AH!!
[Ain will feel it when Vash finally crumbles as his entire body clamps down on him with force, his insides shuddering and every muscle convulsing as he cums. He shoots hard enough onto the sheets that it makes a sound, Vash's moaning garbled in the back of his throat as the pillow catches the worst of the noises leaving him. If it weren't for Ain holding him up, he absolutely would have collapsed straight up.
The pleasure is almost unbearable.]