[Oh. That's much different from usual, yes; usually it's Ain who's the insistent one, the needy one, the one who's trying to kiss Vash like he'll stop breathing if he doesn't get it. To that end, he makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat because of it, but it's not unwelcome.
Ain places his hands on Vash's shoulders, and then — fuck it, it's not like anyone is out here to see them — throws his arms around his owner's shoulders and draws them into a more official embrace than their gentle, sort of hands-off laying-on-each-other has been thus far.]
...you what?
[Don't think he forgot that Vash had words, before pulling him into a kiss that, despite the slowness, still manages to leave him breathless at the end.]
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Ain places his hands on Vash's shoulders, and then — fuck it, it's not like anyone is out here to see them — throws his arms around his owner's shoulders and draws them into a more official embrace than their gentle, sort of hands-off laying-on-each-other has been thus far.]
...you what?
[Don't think he forgot that Vash had words, before pulling him into a kiss that, despite the slowness, still manages to leave him breathless at the end.]