[If Vash were literally any more sober than he is right now, he might express concerns about Ain proceeding to what will very likely be ruining his pants if he keeps up like this. But right now...he doesn't seem bothered by that possibility at all, and if anything, having Ain rut against him is just making him want to get him even more riled up. There's a certain level of impatience he feels, seeing Ain being able to seek relief, while he's stuck rocking himself forward mostly against the air, and what little moments of pressure he can get in turn when they move closer.
Vash exhales sharply, fingertips dancing along the edge of Ain's wings. He decides to switch gears, moving from metal to flesh hand to tease those wings, giving him both the advent of touch and the warmth of Vash's fingertips. Said fingertips may not be moving with a whole lot of finesse right now, but muscle memory is a thing...and he remembers exactly what used to make Ain tick before.
He leans in and presses an open mouthed kiss to Ain's collarbone, having aimed for his pulse again but very obviously completely missing the mark, instead too focused on smoothing out his feathers, eventually burying his fingers inbetween them so that he can rub nearly against the skin underneath with the pads of his fingers.]
You're so hard...
[Vash whispers against his neck, voice husky and thick from the alcohol, his heels audibly shifting against the carpeted floor by the bed as he tries to move his hips again, yet once more isn't able to get a whole lot out of it. Ain, though...Ain sure as hell will.]
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Vash exhales sharply, fingertips dancing along the edge of Ain's wings. He decides to switch gears, moving from metal to flesh hand to tease those wings, giving him both the advent of touch and the warmth of Vash's fingertips. Said fingertips may not be moving with a whole lot of finesse right now, but muscle memory is a thing...and he remembers exactly what used to make Ain tick before.
He leans in and presses an open mouthed kiss to Ain's collarbone, having aimed for his pulse again but very obviously completely missing the mark, instead too focused on smoothing out his feathers, eventually burying his fingers inbetween them so that he can rub nearly against the skin underneath with the pads of his fingers.]
You're so hard...
[Vash whispers against his neck, voice husky and thick from the alcohol, his heels audibly shifting against the carpeted floor by the bed as he tries to move his hips again, yet once more isn't able to get a whole lot out of it. Ain, though...Ain sure as hell will.]