[It's been a long time since he's been in a guy's lap! That is Ain's one coherent thought in the torrential downpour of horny ones, because the things he wants to do are not able to be put into words right now. Like, on one hand, his somewhat-egregious collection of silicone dicks was brought up, and that should definitely be a box they check off. On the other hand, part of him wants to give up control to Vash for a night and just see what happens. And then on the third, mysteriously-present other-other hand, he wants to show Vash what riding is. There are too many decisions to make, maybe he'll make all of them. They don't need sleep.
Vash's hands are in good spots, though, he'll give the other that much credit. The fingers tracing his spine make him arch, and Ain chases his lips when they part. He didn't get his fill earlier, clearly, when he was leaving little bites on Vash as some sort of promise that they'd fool around more when they got back.
And now they're back, inebriated, and Ain is trying to pull Vash's shirt up while rocking his hips forward against his partner's. There's nothing experimental or coy about it like with their prior encounters. The training wheels are completely off now.]
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Vash's hands are in good spots, though, he'll give the other that much credit. The fingers tracing his spine make him arch, and Ain chases his lips when they part. He didn't get his fill earlier, clearly, when he was leaving little bites on Vash as some sort of promise that they'd fool around more when they got back.
And now they're back, inebriated, and Ain is trying to pull Vash's shirt up while rocking his hips forward against his partner's. There's nothing experimental or coy about it like with their prior encounters. The training wheels are completely off now.]