[He's burning that expression into his memories so that he can close his eyes tonight and think real hard about his fucked-out former-virgin, thanks.]
So cute... nnh— [The more he tries to talk — or to think of words to say that aren't "you're pretty :)" and "I like you :)" — the more he finds that he can't do that at all, actually, and that the only thing that'll come out of his mouth is moaning.] Oh, Vash... Vash, you're so tight...
[Gorgeous. He's so fucking beautiful all blissed out like this, moaning and completely incoherent. Ain is unrelenting in his thrusts, making sure he hits dead-on his partner's prostate even if he's long past the point of orgasm right now. He's got time until his body recovers, in any case, and Ain is... not helping. At all.
It's not long, though, until the rough rocking of his hips grows uneven, and Ain fully shuts up only to pant and moan and whine into Vash's ear, leaning over him to take a shaky breath and nip the shell of his ear. He's close, a few more thrusts and he'll be there, and Ain grits his teeth and squeezes the other's hipbones and—]
Goddess, Vash, you feel so good—
[He buries himself deep, leaning his forehead down against Vash's shoulder as he climaxes, and it's not by any means a small amount. Ain pulses and fills him, never actually stopping his movements until he's officially good and finished and even then, it takes him an extra few seconds to register that he's basically just flooded the guy and that he's done for now.
With that, Ain is sorry, but he's going to collapse on top of Vash now, still buried in him. He figures Vash is already on his way to collapse, so he might as well just make it worse while he catches his breath.]
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So cute... nnh— [The more he tries to talk — or to think of words to say that aren't "you're pretty :)" and "I like you :)" — the more he finds that he can't do that at all, actually, and that the only thing that'll come out of his mouth is moaning.] Oh, Vash... Vash, you're so tight...
[Gorgeous. He's so fucking beautiful all blissed out like this, moaning and completely incoherent. Ain is unrelenting in his thrusts, making sure he hits dead-on his partner's prostate even if he's long past the point of orgasm right now. He's got time until his body recovers, in any case, and Ain is... not helping. At all.
It's not long, though, until the rough rocking of his hips grows uneven, and Ain fully shuts up only to pant and moan and whine into Vash's ear, leaning over him to take a shaky breath and nip the shell of his ear. He's close, a few more thrusts and he'll be there, and Ain grits his teeth and squeezes the other's hipbones and—]
Goddess, Vash, you feel so good—
[He buries himself deep, leaning his forehead down against Vash's shoulder as he climaxes, and it's not by any means a small amount. Ain pulses and fills him, never actually stopping his movements until he's officially good and finished and even then, it takes him an extra few seconds to register that he's basically just flooded the guy and that he's done for now.
With that, Ain is sorry, but he's going to collapse on top of Vash now, still buried in him. He figures Vash is already on his way to collapse, so he might as well just make it worse while he catches his breath.]