[Oh yes, he absolutely could do that. He might actually beat out Ain with how fast can you bust a nut as soon as you start getting handsy, and it wouldn't have a damn thing to do with Vash being drunk. And like he was expecting to get teased before, he's expecing to get stretched now so that Ain can fuck him, just like the first time. He's already anticipating it, his body tensing with pleasure with every swipe of deft fingers, and...
And it's...not stopping. Every time Vash expects Ain to pull his fingers free, he doesn't. When he thinks he's going to move them faster to loosen him up quicker...he doesn't do that either. Every slow press inwards is deliberate and purposeful, right down to the way Ain's fingertips catch on his most sensitive spots inside.
And holy shit, it's different from before. A good different, mind, but this feels very much like being fucked, except with Ain's fingers instead of his dick. Before long, Vash can very well say that his hand is just as welcome, because he's jerking his hips up helplessly with every gentle thrust, struggling to keep a straight face.]
A-aaain... [He's almost whining, petulant in his desire for more as his good hand tugs at the sheets.] Ain...Ainnn...
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And it's...not stopping. Every time Vash expects Ain to pull his fingers free, he doesn't. When he thinks he's going to move them faster to loosen him up quicker...he doesn't do that either. Every slow press inwards is deliberate and purposeful, right down to the way Ain's fingertips catch on his most sensitive spots inside.
And holy shit, it's different from before. A good different, mind, but this feels very much like being fucked, except with Ain's fingers instead of his dick. Before long, Vash can very well say that his hand is just as welcome, because he's jerking his hips up helplessly with every gentle thrust, struggling to keep a straight face.]
A-aaain... [He's almost whining, petulant in his desire for more as his good hand tugs at the sheets.] Ain...Ainnn...