[Oh Goddess, no, he's not going to stop Vash. This is the first time in his hazy memory that Vash has actually taken initiative on something like this — dragging Ain into his lap being the start, though at the time (ten minutes ago) Ain was rather content to pass it off as drunken coincidence. Now, though, he's craning his neck to give Vash more room, sighing against the lips on his skin and just slightly digging his nails into Vash's pectorals on instinct.

This boy is going to be the death of him.]

You're hot when you take initiative, you know.

[Nevermind the things Ain wants to do, Vash can have the reigns for a little bit.]

Mm... let me enjoy this for a bit, and then I'll show you. This was... part of it, in a way, so it's fine.