Going back home to “chill” doesn’t. Work. At least not exactly in the way either of them thought it would. They almost immediately start making out as soon as the door closes, and it takes every scrap of willpower not to just back out of karaoke in favor of staying home and “chill”ing. It doesn’t help that Ain is handsy and Vash is craving those feelings Ain made him feel the last time they did this…it’s a straight up miracle he doesn’t walk out of the room with a boner. He manages to skirt that, thankfully, but the horny doesn’t leave him. Far from it, in fact.
At least he gets lots of kissing in. He tries to make each count, until they’re whispering each others’ names on their lips. Ugh. Awful. All Vash can think about are getting wrapped up in those wings and being edged near to the point if torture but cest la vie-
He decides to remove the flower crown to keep in Ain’s room, not wanting it to get damaged or lost while they’re out. It would keep better in a climate controlled environment anyway, he thinks. Which means he won’t be wearing that, but he WILL be wearing a bunch of jewelry he sure as hell didn’t have before, uh.
On arrival, and on having a drink for himself, Vash realizes straight away that if all of the drinks are fruity…he’s really going to have to pace himself if he wants to not be hammered hour one. Not that he realizes that he is one of the strongest tolerances in this room. One glass isn’t going to touch him really; it will take a couple before he really starts feeling it. For now though, he’s happy to watch Ain sing because when does he not love hearing his boyfriend sing?
Sighs wistfully. He’s not doing a very good job of masking how gay he is for this bird.]
no subject
Going back home to “chill” doesn’t. Work. At least not exactly in the way either of them thought it would. They almost immediately start making out as soon as the door closes, and it takes every scrap of willpower not to just back out of karaoke in favor of staying home and “chill”ing. It doesn’t help that Ain is handsy and Vash is craving those feelings Ain made him feel the last time they did this…it’s a straight up miracle he doesn’t walk out of the room with a boner. He manages to skirt that, thankfully, but the horny doesn’t leave him. Far from it, in fact.
At least he gets lots of kissing in. He tries to make each count, until they’re whispering each others’ names on their lips. Ugh. Awful. All Vash can think about are getting wrapped up in those wings and being edged near to the point if torture but cest la vie-
He decides to remove the flower crown to keep in Ain’s room, not wanting it to get damaged or lost while they’re out. It would keep better in a climate controlled environment anyway, he thinks. Which means he won’t be wearing that, but he WILL be wearing a bunch of jewelry he sure as hell didn’t have before, uh.
On arrival, and on having a drink for himself, Vash realizes straight away that if all of the drinks are fruity…he’s really going to have to pace himself if he wants to not be hammered hour one. Not that he realizes that he is one of the strongest tolerances in this room. One glass isn’t going to touch him really; it will take a couple before he really starts feeling it. For now though, he’s happy to watch Ain sing because when does he not love hearing his boyfriend sing?
Sighs wistfully. He’s not doing a very good job of masking how gay he is for this bird.]