Okay no he probably WILL, to SOME degree, because he's unfortunately more human than Nai is with his super knives. He was not blessed with super-human abilities in that department, but it's probably for the best he isn't. It would make for An Experience if Vash was just fine while they had to wait for poor Ain to catch up.
Vash doesn't know about the sound-proofing spell, by the way. But he's...too drunk right now to think about how loud he is or isn't being. When he starts sobering up, this might become an issue where he tries to hold his voice back, but otherwise? Yeah, no, Ain's name is leaving his lips like a prayer, desperate and constant because it's like he's forgotten every other word in the english language. All that his brain has room for is Ain.
Ain, Ain, Ain-
Again, if he were sober, he might try to stop himself here. He could guess that Ain was leading up to something after all, but if he's going to touch him this deliberately? Then there's nothing he can do. He gasps, eyes flying open wide as Ain suddenly takes hold of him, pleasuring him from both sides, his shallow breathing quickening to a fever pitch. His hands lose their grip on the sheets as he bucks into Ain's hand, his jaw working like he's attempting to say something that he just can't get out.
Vash cums with enough force to not only paint Ain's hand, but also his own chest with it, which means it's a good thing they got stripped before this because that's not a stain that would have been fun to scrub out of a red jacket. His good hand reaches up to half press to the side of his face, not quite covering it so much as laying there thrown across his forehead because he has no idea what else to do with it.]
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Okay no he probably WILL, to SOME degree, because he's unfortunately more human than Nai is with his super knives. He was not blessed with super-human abilities in that department, but it's probably for the best he isn't. It would make for An Experience if Vash was just fine while they had to wait for poor Ain to catch up.
Vash doesn't know about the sound-proofing spell, by the way. But he's...too drunk right now to think about how loud he is or isn't being. When he starts sobering up, this might become an issue where he tries to hold his voice back, but otherwise? Yeah, no, Ain's name is leaving his lips like a prayer, desperate and constant because it's like he's forgotten every other word in the english language. All that his brain has room for is Ain.
Ain, Ain, Ain-
Again, if he were sober, he might try to stop himself here. He could guess that Ain was leading up to something after all, but if he's going to touch him this deliberately? Then there's nothing he can do. He gasps, eyes flying open wide as Ain suddenly takes hold of him, pleasuring him from both sides, his shallow breathing quickening to a fever pitch. His hands lose their grip on the sheets as he bucks into Ain's hand, his jaw working like he's attempting to say something that he just can't get out.
Vash cums with enough force to not only paint Ain's hand, but also his own chest with it, which means it's a good thing they got stripped before this because that's not a stain that would have been fun to scrub out of a red jacket. His good hand reaches up to half press to the side of his face, not quite covering it so much as laying there thrown across his forehead because he has no idea what else to do with it.]