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PET PERSON MEME

>> premise

Hello, and welcome to The Care and Keeping of Your Pet! As you surely know, a pet is a big responsibility, and we're so glad you've decided to be a concientious master. A safe pet is a happy pet, and this handbook is certain to keep your precious lifelong friend as content as can be.

The history of the animal person is a long and difficult one, with their origins not being known even to this day. However, scientists believe that despite our common appearance - most animal people have humanoid forms except for the ears, tails, and sometimes teeth - we share no common ancestry, even if the ascent of this species corresponds with that of the homo sapien. We gained dominance over each breed thousands of years ago, beginning with the dog type, who have long been considered "man's best friend." Most breeds these days are docile and perfect for owners of any speed.

Of course, it is our duty as the superior species to take care of these animal creatures, and this is inherent in their genetic makeup. Everyone knows that an animal person, when matched with their correct human master, is loyal for life - a true "soulmate," if you will. Far be it for us to turn this away! Ever since the Great Domestication, these intelligent and loving animals have served us as friends, workmates, guardians, servants, and sexual companions and will for years to come. Despite recent hubbub from so-called "Pet People's Rights Activists," this way of life is wholesome and good. Scientific research shows that the natural desire of the pet person is to be owned and cared for by a human.

So, it's your first pet. What do you need to know?

As previously stated, pet people come in as many breeds as you can possibly think of. By far and away the most popular are the dog and cat types, but exotic birds and lizards have been gaining popularity among trendsetters from L.A. to Tokyo!
All pet types are best suited for certain jobs, and when hunting for one, it is best to search for a type that suits your needs best.
However, a "True Match" - when a pet person bonds with you and only you for the rest of their natural lives - comes naturally, and sometimes takes time before you can find the pet you will be able to give a forever home to.
According to all current research, pet people are completely sentient and like us in many ways. However, it is important to remember that they have many animalistic and feral characteristics. Do not be foolish and think that your pet is a person, despite the facts that many are clothed and may be allowed to read, write, and have "hobbies." Some traditional pet owners may eschew these frivolities, and that is within their right.
Pet people age more quickly than humans, at least physically, and many types have long lifespans. It is not uncommon for pets to be passed through the family. When getting your child their first pet, it's important to keep in mind that just because the pup is tiny now, a grown pet can be jumpy around a small child.
It is important to train a pet. Discipline will be necessary. This does not make you a bad owner. Failure to train early will result in a rebellious pet. Training is especially important if you want your pet to serve as a household servant.
Remember, your pet will be extremely protective of you, especially if you are Truly Bonded. It is best to socialize them early. A socialized pet is a perfect family pet.
These days, unowned and unbonded pet people are allowed to live as strays or "Frees" in certain designated areas. Some even hold "jobs." This is against their best interest, and owners who adopt these strays are to be rewarded. Still, the best place to get pets are from liscenced kennels or breeders.
Some masters find it beneficial to participate in activities with their pets, such as shows and other competitions.
Finally, much has been made about the sexual relationship between pet and master. This is a normal facet of the bond, and humans are sure to find pet people sexually alluring. But beyond that, it is only responsible and prudent for owners to care for their pet's needs. It is a well-known fact that the libidos of pet people are remarkably strong, and when they go into heat, it is usually more convenient for a master to relieve them. There is no risk of pregnancy. All rumors of hybrids are urban legends.
Despite this, masters must remember to not view their pets as romantic partners. Humans should stay with humans.

With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master!

>> how to play

Needless to say, The Care and Keeping of Your Pet is a bit biased and full of propaganda, but it gives a good idea of the world your character is now AU's into. They are either a pet person or a human master, and what that means for them varies.

So are they a devoted pet or a rebellious animal person looking to buck the system? A generous master or a cruel sexual sadist? Just a normal pet owner? Most likely they're something in between, but when you're raised in this world, it's difficult to see anything different on the horizon.

Rules

Comment with your character and say whether they'd be a master or a pet. Ideally, they could be played as both. Mention what kind of each they'd be and what they'd be like, (ie: "Xx-chan is a bunny girl who is happy to please her master" or "Asterothia is a cat boy who is aloof but loyal to his true master"). For pets, be sure to include features ("wolf ears, tail, teeth).

REMEMBER, pet does not automatically equal submissive and master automatically equal dominant. This is not a BDSM setting though BDSM can be included. How far you want to go with the actual "pet" aspect is up to you, as well. Your pet could just be your slightly-furry roommate or soulmate!
Comment to others.
Play out the scene.

>> prompts

This by no means an all-inclusive list, but it should get you going in the right direction.

First Time Pet/Owner: Usually, pets are gotten at a young age; you're an old dog. Can you learn new tricks?
True Bond: What all masters and pets yearn for...the pet's loyalty and adoration for life.
Love: It's expected for masters to love their pets, but to love them? Romance is strictly forbidden.
Old "Couple": Master and pet have grown together and know each other. You know, know each other.
Loss of Master: The pet has lost their master, perhaps even their True Bond. Is it possible to move on?
Young Master/Older Pet: Pets age quicker than masters, so it's possible to end up with a bit of an "age" difference.
Family Pet: This pet's been raised as part of the family. What happens when their feelings for a family member get more than platonic.
For Your Protection: You don't want to be a master, but you have to take in a pet for their protection lest they be in danger from the general public.
Stray: You're a stray or a "Free." Can you live like this with your biology screaming for you to make a match?
Servant: You're more servant than pet.
All Sex, All the Time: The only purpose for this pet is to service the master, and not in a way that means cleaning their house.
Guard: You're a loyal bodyguard, a service pet. You'll do anything for your master. Anything.
Pet Play: This is for those who prefer to keep their animals on leashes, have them eat from bowls, and keep away from clothing.
Breaking In: Training is important with any pet.
In Love with Another Master...or Pet: To lust after another's master is no better than treason, and to wish to be with another pet just cruel!
Punishment: Bad dog, no nookie!
Heat: All pets go into heat, and it's the responsibility of the owner to take care of this problem. After all, unchecked dry humping kills thousands every year.
Breeding: Breeders know the best qualities in each type and mate the cream of the crop together to continue lines. It's a hobby for some, a calling for others.
Territorial: Hey, hey, other dog person! This is your apartment. Stay the fuck out!
Kennel: Kennels are where unadopted pets are kept. They're generally agreed to be depressing places. Why not volunteer at one, keeping the pets healthy and happy with the kind of affection only humans can show?
Rebelling Against the System: Damn the Man! Pet people are people, too! Just be careful not to get talk. You know what happens to bad pets.
Instant Attraction: You ever just look at someone and know they're the one? That they're...your master? But what if you've been trying to fight it? Well, don't try!
Dominant Pet: You might be the pet, but you call the shots, at least in the bedroom.
Pet Show: Everyone wants to show off how perfect their animal is. Look at that ass! And you'll never believe their special skills...
Therapeutic: Pets, especially those bred for their kindliness, are perfect therapy for those who've been through trauma and heartache.
Jealousy: Who's that around your master? Oh, hell no. They better not be touching them!
Petting: Pet people are absolutely gaga for being touched. Even the most steely ones turn to mush for rubs.
Games: Playing with your pet and giving them exercise is a key to happiness. Of course, with a pet person, you might want to use other toys instead of a ball.

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Do I?

[He gets told Not to say things so often though. Which is it...?]

Maybe... It's just because it's you. I think I can get a pretty good read on you most of the time. Or... Maybe it's because we click. Don't we?

[Oh, yes, they click way too well. In a horrible, awful sort of illegal way that they shouldn't click in. Here they are, though. Here they are.]

...oh, but you didn't laugh at my joke earlier.

[Casual reminder you got too sad and forgot to give him attention and tell him he's very funny—]

[They click. Huh. You know, that...sounds and feels right, in a way that Vash STILL doesn't have the words for. And that's saying a lot, since he thought that he'd never feel the same kind of bond with anyone else that he felt with Wolfwood, and that...wasn't the same as what he has with Ain. Not even close.

Ain is quirky. He's fun. He means well...even in moments like these, where his vanity shines through, and Vash can't help but laugh.]

Sorry, sorry! Can I get a do-over, or is it too late...?

Nope, too late! You'll have to take me to see more of the town to make up for it!

[Ain reaches out to steal one of the last remaining fried vegetables. He thinks it's a carrot. It's going down the hatch.

Good lunch, you two.]

I'll give you more chances to shower me with praise as we go about the day, though. How does that sound?

[Birds are very vain creatures.]

[Good bird. If there's one thing Ain is good at, it's shattering the tension. Vash really needed that right now, especially since they can't really get much closer to each other than they are right now, at least not without finding an alley to duck into...and he's pretty sure a town this small doesn't even HAVE alleys.]

I think I can manage that. We still have a lot more to see after all!

[This town has one alleyway approximately and it's not big enough for anything but a single dumpster and maybe a squirrel.

Ain gets up and, once they've thrown their trash away, he starts making headway through the rest of the town. There's a small shopping strip — what they're on now — with restaurants and little shops and all that. If they go too far, they'll veer off into where the road opens up to lead to the mountain trails and to where those houses on the side of it are, or so Ain would guess. But, there's more town behind them to look at, too.

They don't have money to shop, so this is more just... looking. For fun. Still, they don't ever get to Look For Fun, and Ain is more than happy to point out silly hats in store windows that he thinks Vash should wear if only because he'd be extremely funny-looking in them. Or, there's a small shop selling accessories, and... Ain avoids it because he knows better. He'll want things.

There are also the normal array of people doing stuff here. Some eating food. Some shopping. Some just spending time together. Ain dwells for a fraction of a second too long on one particular duo, holding hands and joking around with each other and generally... Well. Flirting, if he had to guess. In public. Just. Doing that.

...

Ain wants to do that with Vash. It's not fairrrrrrrr... Why are these two humans allowed to do this in public?]

...let's go that way, [he suggests,] there's a laundromat over there, so we can check the prices. Maybe we can bring clothes by later if we can afford to?

[Vash has never particularly felt the sting of not being able to buy and own things all that much. Considering the fact that the red jacket he wears is the one item that's ever been gifted to him by the humans who helped raise him after the ship crashed, it's also the one thing he guards with his life. His prosthetic too, but it takes colatteral damage simply by virtue of being attached to Vash. It comes with the territory, unfortunately. So the idea of having stuff has never occurred to Vash. He couldn't buy it even if he wanted to, and that's not considering money being an issue...he has to be able to pick up and go at a moment's notice, so it only makes sense to travel light.

Window shopping, though, that they can do. He's more than happy to oblige, smiling at Ain's comments and even getting a little flustered at times when he really hammers in the fact that he thinks Vash would look good in any one particular thing...even if he's saying that in more of a "please wear this you'd look so silly" way.

Vash, being Vash, doesn't pay much attention to the couples around. Sometimes he'll smile or wave a little if someone stares for too long, but that's just because he's nice. It's nice to be able to do that and not worry that he'll be recognized. So when Ain mentions they should go a different way, he changes course without a second thought.]

I'd like to, if we can. It's been a while...

[Like, he knows his own stuff is probably getting pretty bad, and he's not even human. So.]

We had enough money for the hotel since it wasn't too expensive, but it still cost most of it. As long as we make sure we have enough for food, it will be fine.

[Vash...doesn't want to steal here. Not if he can help it.]

...I was thinking... [Ain says, as they're looking over a sign in the window out front: OPEN Mon-Sat 7AM-6PM. CLOSED SUN.] ...if people like music here, I could probably make us some extra money. It's okay if they just give it to us, right?

[He wanted to sneak out to do it and surprise Vash with a gift, but they're so... clingy with each other, it's probably a bad idea to do that. Maybe he'll just have Vash stand guard over him Just In Case while he tries to make a street performer of himself. People do that all the time in big cities, so it can work in a small one, right?]

It's like being a bard! But I'm a bird. A bi..r...d.... [there's no funny way to combine those words what the hell.] Then... I could take care of you, for once.

[Honestly, it could have worked if they didn't just escape the law. Because of that, Vash is understandably a bit flighty still, and the instant something starts to go wrong, he'll be inclined to leave. Full stop. It's better, then, to have Ain close...and vice versa, just in case.

To that end, he'll be your bouncer babe don't even worry about it.]

You mean...you'd perform for money?

[It's not a half bad idea. He knows Ain has told him before about how he used to, back before they met.]

It's different if someone's paying you, yeah... [There IS...a bit of concern, that they could draw too much attention inadvertantly...but this town is so isolated. No one seems to have recognized them yet, after all.] If you're comfortable doing it...I don't see why we couldn't give it a try.

Yeah. I've been thinking about it.

[Ain takes a deep breath as he reads over the pricing on the sign. It's your typical laundromat pricing; a couple bucks per load. They don't have much between them, so it would be the cost of one of those slushies they had earlier.]

I want to do something nice for you. You're always bringing food and helping with stray feathers and keeping me from getting hurt.

[Well, it was Ain that dispatched those officers and flew them here, but if Vash hadn't pulled him to the ground, he would have been too slow to dodge that shot and those officers would not be in a Living State for that, Ain thinks. He handles pain like an angry white woman. It's not pretty.]

It's my turn. Let me do the work to get us nice things, okay? I'll do it, mm... tomorrow, since we'll have explored and rested more by then.

[Well now. He can't really say no to that, now can he? And as it stands, Vash can tell that they may actually run out of money before the week is over. The hotel has been pre-paid for- he'd made sure to do this first, since it would be easy to accidentally overspend if they had to pay at the end of their stay- so everything they have left is disposable for things like laundry and food. But since it was just what those cops had in their wallets, it's understandably little. Barely enough to feed them, much less do the other things they need.

So after a moment, Vash nods, looking back at the sign himself so he can commit the prices to memory.]

Tomorrow, then. [...] As long as you reserve at least one of your performances for me.

[Ah, oops, there go the heart palpitations again, haha. Fuck. What the fuck.

Ain wants to touch him, but like earlier, he can't just do that. Maybe a hug wouldn't be so weird, people hug pets all the time, but Ain wants to do a full-out embrace in the street and kiss his cheek like they were earlier.

War flashbacks to the couples here. He wants to do that stuff. Hold hands and kiss in public and try to feed Vash strawberries or something. Ugh. What is wrong with him.

Instead of doing any of that, he occupies himself coyly twirling the end of his braid around his finger. Are his cheeks red? Oh no.]

I always save my best songs for you. You should know that by now.

[Haha, little does Ain know...that Vash keeps having moments like that as well. Ever since last night, the way Ain would just...so casually reach out for him, to hug him or kiss him, it's just...

Addicting? Is that the right word? He feels like it must be, like how someone can get addicted to smoking after just once trying it. And it's not like he and Ain weren't close before, since Ain is a bird who is very needy...but it was never quite like then. There's a shift that's occurred, however subtle, and both of them are feeling it even if they haven't tried putting it into words.

While Ain stands there twirling his braid, Vash lifts his prosthetic to sort of idly tug at one of the edges of his jacket, letting out a breathy laugh.]

Of course! I'm just saying, you know...

[Ah. No, not again. That feeling in his chest is back, that burning...he shakes his head a little, clearing his throat.]

Should we, um...go get our clothes? We should bring them back to be washed before it gets dark.

...yeah, let's do that. It shouldn't take too long, since we don't have much.

[Just a few pairs each. One load of laundry. Like two bucks down the hatch. They won't have to do laundry in the sink and it'll be fine and well.

Ain shuffles along down the sidewalk. It's not really close to being dark, but they've checked out half the town by now and time's a wastin' — it's likely that one of them will get distracted by something and then whoops it'll be 6pm and they'll be tired and need dinner.

Dinner... dinner. What should they do for dinner? It needs to be real food when the time comes. Ain thinks he saw a sandwich shop. Maybe sandwiches. Those are good.

A bridge to burn when they reach it, as they round a couple street corners and find themselves eventually back at the inn. It's a short trip upstairs to grab their stuff — Ain coyly suggests washing the comforter they stole, too, since the load will have room and they sort of. had sex on top of it. oops.

Back down the strip.]

...it still hasn't snowed. [someone explain weather patterns to this man.] But there are plenty of clouds in the sky. Hm...

[Ain honey do you. do you want. to be trapped in a blizzard.]

[Ain you realize that if yall get stuck in this town long after the hotel is like okay get out you're going to have a problem right-

Either way, Vash dutifully helps gather up their laundry (including the comforter because even if they didn't necessarily get anything on it...theyshouldwashit) and heads back out with everything in tow in their trusty duffel bag, which honestly Vash wishes they had the money to buy a new one. This one is beat to hell and back, but it's the bag he's been using...basically for twenty or more years, at this point. Maybe it's even older than that, he's lost track.

He hums thoughtfully, glancing up when Ain comments on the clouds above them.]

Hm...if it's going to snow, the townsfolk here would probably be preparing more for it, wouldn't they?

[Yes and no. Yes, if it were a blizzard, but no if it's just a light snowfall since they probably encounter it all the time. It's just like rain, only colder and more annoying.]

Oh! I guess so. Ahh... but that means I won't get to shove snow down your shirt.

...

Oh well.

[Ain has ice magic, he's not going to say this until they're back in their room honestly, where he will in fact shove ice down Vash's shirt. Probably. He's thinkin about it real hard now.

They get to the laundromat in short order, and it's mostly-empty. There are a few people around reading newspapers and sitting with their stuff while they wait, but beyond that, it's nice and quiet. Birds are bad at silence, so Ain really has to suppress his instincts to make noises right now. What are we all so peaceful for... why are laundromats like this.]

Vash, [he says, very quietly so not to be the Loudest Person In The Room,] they have a water cooler over there. Do you want me to get you some?

[Water is good. It's also free. So. Might as well wash away that ice-syrup they drank an hour ago.]

[Nooo don't shove ice down his shirt he's just a little guy it's his birthdaaaay

Here they are though, at the promised laundromat, which is blessedly devoid of people because of the weird time of day it is. It means Vash has his pick of the washers, though admittedly there isn't a massive selection. They all seem reasonable, so he just approaches one at random and starts to load in their clothes just as Ain is stage-whispering at him.

Why is he so cute, what the fuck. He's trying so hard to be quiet...]

Mm, go ahead. I'll get things started over here.

[The atmosphere demands silence :( Ain is trying to do as humans do :(

He makes his way over to the water cooler, though. They have those shitty paper cups, but it's better than nothing, and it's definitely better than tap water from dingy hotels and apartments and rivers. Ain comes back in short order with the little paper cups and hands one to Vash.

W o t e r.]

Here. We might as well help ourselves since we'll be here for a bit, right?

[Imagine being a laundromat owner and two assholes drink your entire water cooler.]

[Listen it's free fucking water and this is going to be the best water they've had in MONTHS so they will drink the entire water cooler if they damn well please, thanks.

Vash takes the cup gratefully just as he's finishing loading up the machine with enough coins for their load to get started washing, the soft rumble of finally enough to break the oppressive silence that reigned other than the incessant hum of flourescent lights overhead.]

Right.

[Now don't mind him as he downs his entire cup all in one go my mans is THORSTY. It's the kind of drinking one does when the water hits your tongue and you realize oh, shit, I'm super dehydrated and haven't had a decent glass of water in mmmmonths.]

Aha... maybe we should go stand next to it.

[Vash won't have time to say no, because Ain is tugging him over anyway. It's nice that this place has free drinks. They have snacks, too, but those cost money, and they just ate. The water, though... maybe they should have brought the canteen. Oh well. Shitty paper cups will suffice.

Ain, too, must be super thirsty, because he's also downing each of his cups in short order. It makes sense; he casted a bunch of magic, flew them around, they hiked into town, and then they ate like fucking Nothing for lunch like idiots. Yeah, they're likely very dehydrated.

Maybe they should get water with dinner tonight. Ain considers that might be the healthy option before his mind wanders to "what if soda tho :0" and he supposes he'll cross that bridge later.]

It's quiet in here. Is it supposed to be this quiet?

[Why does he feel like he's in a library. Vash do laundromats operate under library rules. Help.]

[Well if they're going to the water cooler, Vash will help himself to another cup because, again, he's thorsty. He won't chug this one at least and takes it a little slower, glancing across the room at the few other people scattered about minding their own business.]

Well...there aren't a lot of people in here. And they might not know each other, so they're just not saying anything. I don't think they'd mind us talking, really.

[They might mind if they were overly loud, which can be a problem when your pet is a bird, but Ain has been very good in that regard so far. Vash isn't worried.

From here, it takes their laundry about a half hour to wash, maybe a little less since the load is so light. Vash has to step away to take the wet clothes out and toss them into the dryer, and then it's another twenty minutes of waiting on that. During this time, several people come and go. They watch someone struggle with the door getting stuck on their machine, until Vash volunteers to rush over and help them get it open. For him, it's as easy as popping the top on a can, and the man who was struggling seems immensely grateful afterwards. It's...heartwarming, to Vash, and he's grinning from ear to ear when he comes back. After that, ten more minutes pass before the machine beeps and their clothes are clean and dry.

Vash, once he's gotten their clothes stuffed back into the bag, holds up his red jacket and looks it over a moment, checking to make sure it survived the trip in the washing machine alright. He knows he should wait until he has cleaner clothes on to actually put it on...

Which is why he drapes it over Ain's shoulders. It's so, so soft and warm since it just came out of the dryer.]

There. Ready to go?

[Every time Vash smiles like that, Ain gets kicked in the ass with the overwhelming need to protect that smile. It's a sacred fucking look, okay, and the man has religious tendencies. He wants to preserve it. To see it all the time. Especially, especially when it's aimed at him.

Then, Vash puts his jacket over Ain's shoulders, and like he did last time he snuggles up into it even though it doesn't fit too well with his wings, which he lets hang out awkwardly underneath the fabric. It is warm. Warm and soft and somehow still carries Vash's scent all over it, and Ain has to try — has to really, really try — to suppress his impulses here. He wants to kiss this man so bad.]

...yeah.

[He's not blushing shut up, shut up!! His face is NOT the same red as this jacket and he's not weirdly quiet on the way home just because his stomach is doing flips. The moths are back. The moths in his stomach are back and he's dying. Cardiac arrest symptoms are happening, he feels hot under the collar, this is a bad look.

They get back to the inn, and Ain is still feeling. like. he's sort of floating, but he's not floating. He'd know if he was floating and he's not so what the fuck is going on. Did he accidentally cast a spell? No, no, that's not it. What the fuck. Why is his heart doing, like, thumpthumps right now. Put some thumpthumps back you don't need all those.

...

The second, literally the second Vash either sits down or is just fully in the room standing there with nothing in his hands, whichever comes first, Ain throws caution to the wind and kisses him stupid because it's all he knows how to do. There are no words, there are just warm lips interlocking and a soft, pleased sigh.

He cannot make it all day without kissing Vash again, please, he thinks he'll actually die if he has to go that long.]

[Poor Ain. Vash is out here about to really be a murderer if he ends up causing him to go into cardiac arrest for real. And the thing is? He doesn’t even seem to realize the impact he’s having as he slings the bag over his shoulder and opens the door to the laundromat for Ain, following him back out into town so they can head back to the inn to get changed and maybe chill a bit before they have dinner somewhere.

“Chill”

Back to the inn they go, and Vash is blissfully unaware of the way the girl at the front desk sort of peers over the top of her magazine at the two because, uh. While the other patrons probably weren’t paying enough attention or perhaps don’t remember, she saw those two this morning. Vash had that jacket on. Maybe he’s just being nice to his pet but, hm. HM.

Kinda suss.

When they make it upstairs, Vash takes a moment to toss the duffel onto the floor by the bed, then pivots on his heel with the intent of popping into the bathroom before he changes proper. That…ends up not happening as Ain kisses him utterly stupid. Completely Breathless as he stumbles a little, floundering for just a brief moment before he slowly lifts both hands, cautiously cupping Ain’s face with them.

And he just…melts. He melts into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, brows upturned as he breathes a soft moan through his nose. And as luck would have it, there’s a convenient wall there to lean against, which he ends up doing while Ain kisses the life out of him.

For just a moment, he breaks the kiss so he can look back at Ain past his glasses, but his gaze isn’t questioning. He just dives right back in, hands burying themselves into his hair now as he tugs Ain closer to his front.]

[Oh Goddess he needs all of this. He's not sure why — never been good at emotions, this one, but he's damn good at impulse — but something in his heart just. needs. to kiss Vash stupid. Maybe he's jealous over all those other people that just get to do sappy stuff in the street with no repercussions. Maybe there's something deeper going on (there is). All Ain knows is that he wants this man, badly, in any way he could possibly have him — a short makeout or otherwise — and he only feels relief when he's getting it. Which...

Relief apparently comes in the form of more gross heart palpitations, but at this point he's not sure how to fix it. All that exists in the narrow space between the bed and the wall is them, and the sounds of laboured breathing as Ain tries and fails to remember he has lungs that need to be filled.

His hands wander to Vash's shoulders, sort of just... resting there, while their lips clash. Ain is a man starved (for like four hours), and when they part, he deigns to speak, but. The kisses don't stop, they simply move down to Vash's neck, equally fervent as the ones left on his lips.]

Sorry, [he's not sorry,] I wanted to do this... all day. I thought I'd die without it.

[Vash has felt close to dying many, many times. He's a tough one to kill, simply because he's inhuman. He's stronger, faster, more resilient than any normal person could ever be, and yet...he's never quite felt like this before. Not on the edge of actual death, persay, but grappling with the way his lungs burn as they scream for oxygen, yet uncaring that they are because of how bad he just wants to keep kissing Ain. He's only kissed one other time, so his kisses are still...not very practiced. He's a little clumsy and sloppy, like an overeager golden retriever, but he's trying. He tries to match what Ain does, even if it means by the time they do part again, he's drooling. He might have brought up a hand to wipe his mouth if he weren't occupied with gripping onto Ain with them.

He shakes his head quickly, chest heaving as he gasps, just before his breathing trails off into a pitched keen at the kisses against his neck. Vash practically sags where he's standing, and it's really only Ain being there that keeps him from melting into a puddle right there.]

You...you really wanted to kiss me that badly...?

Mmhmm.

[Ain is... Like. Trying so hard to behave himself. He doesn't want to jump into Vash's pants right now even if he's got the guy against the wall, because then they'll never make it to dinner. Like. Ain will never stop if he's enabled now.

But also. Also, something is Wrong with him right now and he needs kisses urgently. And he's getting them, to be fair, but it's somehow not enough. Probably because he needs to breathe. What's the point of breathing, anyway?

Ain parts his lips and bites Vash, not hard, but certainly enough to leave a mark just under his jaw.]

You're too cute. If we'd gone out again where I couldn't do this, I probably would have gone insane by the time the day ended, haha.

[Ain pauses to nuzzle into Vash, far more affectionate and less carnal than his kisses have been thus far.]

I'll be good now, I swear. [he is Lying he won't be good at all.]

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