[Oh Ain, you are down bad. But it's not like Vash isn't either...he's just a lot less fully aware of it. Nevertheless, he is pleased as punch when Ain leans in to kiss him, seemingly just as relieved to finally get it. He relaxes the moment their lips press together, happily allowing Ain to tug him down further onto the bed, as if they hadn't already been laying there as a tangled up bunch of gangly limbs.
He can't help it: Vash grins against Ain's lips, a goofy, twitterpated kind of lopsided smile as he brushes his hand over his braid, letting it pass through his prosthetic palm.
God. This guy makes him feel so many things. He makes his heart want to leap right out of his chest. The kiss, though simple and chaste, is so welcome that it makes Vash moan softly in response to it, a wholly pleased sound as he squeezes Ain against his front.
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He can't help it: Vash grins against Ain's lips, a goofy, twitterpated kind of lopsided smile as he brushes his hand over his braid, letting it pass through his prosthetic palm.
God. This guy makes him feel so many things. He makes his heart want to leap right out of his chest. The kiss, though simple and chaste, is so welcome that it makes Vash moan softly in response to it, a wholly pleased sound as he squeezes Ain against his front.
He just. ...he cares about him so much. SO much.]