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Vash lets himself into Wolfwood's apartment like usual, kicking his shoes off at the door and dropping his bag by the couch.
"Wolf?" He calls as he wanders further into the seemingly empty home.
Still without a response, Vash inevitably goes to the kitchen to see if there are any snacks. He's delighted to find a tray of fresh-looking doughnuts sitting on the counter. Bubblegum pink icing covered in gaudy rainbow sprinkles that shine under the kitchen light so perfect they look almost fake. But they smell amazing . Vash can't put his finger on it, but they smell earthier and something about it makes his hunger magnify. He's drooling when he leans in for a closer look, inhaling the warm, luxurious aroma. Not being careful of his hunger, Vash notices he managed to drool on one of the doughnuts, the glob of fluid bleeding the colours off the sprinkles and down over the icing.
Oops.
Guess he’ll have to eat that one.
Swallowing back excess saliva, Vash picks up the tarnished baked good. The doughnut itself is warm and soft. It’s heavier than he expected. Vash moans in satisfaction when he bites into the doughnut. It’s dense and cakey but sweet. The earthy scent weaves itself into the soft pastry, evoking a sense of calm. Vash wonders if this is the best doughnut he’s ever had. He finishes it before he even realizes it and licks the crumbs off his fingers. Eyes dart to the other five left on the rack and Vash thinks about how it would be weird to leave an odd number of doughnuts there. Wolfwood wouldn’t mind. He probably made these for Vash anyways. He plucks off a second one; satisfied with the symmetry of there only being four doughnuts he bites into it. It’s just as delicious as the first one. Maybe even better. He’s halfway through it and about to take another bite when something stops him.
“Blondie, tell me you didn’t…” Wolfwood knows he did. Fuck. He should have known better than to leave fresh doughnuts unattended while he is expecting Vash to come over. A quick glance at the rack and he can see two missing doughnuts. One clearly eaten, judging by the messy smears of pink icing around Vash’s mouth; the other is still in his hand, well, part of it is.
“Eep!” Stuffing the rest of the doughnut into his mouth, Vash chews as fast as he can before facing Wolfwood.
“No! Fuck!” Suddenly feeling like he’s chasing a dog with something bad in his mouth, Wolfwood leaps across the room towards Vash, “Spit it out Needle Noggin!”
“Spwith whath outh?” Jumping away from Wolfwood, Vash makes a mad dash to the other side of the kitchen as he swallows the rest of the doughnut.
“God dammit now is not the TIME!”
Vash manages to make it to the living room before Wolfwood catches up, but before he can grab him, Vash stops and throws his hands up in surrender as he cackles madly, “See! I don’t have anything, I swear I’m innocent.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Wolfwood sighs, “you idiot…”
“Maybe a dog came in before I got here…” Vash wonders exaggeratedly. He knows that Wolfwood knows he ate them but can’t help messing around.
“Yea, a puppy of some kind definitely got into them.” It hurts Wolfwood to see Vash smiling at him so innocently right after eating two very potent weed doughnuts. Big blue puppy eyes framed by long blond eyelashes peer at him reverently. God damn stupid idiot .
“Well, now we have a problem, Blondie.”
Tilting his head like said puppy, Vash blinks at Wolfwood owlishly, “Why?”
“Those were weed doughnuts. Strong ones.”
“Oh.” Vash forgot they were going to try edibles this weekend. He’s never had them before, and now he’s just eaten a lot. Suddenly Wolfwood’s panic makes sense, and he feels properly chastised over eating the doughnuts. “... Oops?”
Truthfully, Wolfwood isn’t sure what to do now. The weed isn’t likely to kick in for at least half an hour, maybe not even for a whole hour.
Feeling nervous about the impending high, Vash fidgets anxiously, “What will happen to me?”
Thankfully Vash’s frame isn’t small, and he has a fair amount of muscle, so he’s likely not a total lightweight. However, for his first time, he’ll still struggle, “Hopefully you’ll just get really thirsty and hungry before passing out.”
“That doesn’t sound very fun.” Falling back on the couch, Vash pouts up at Wolfwood unhappily.
“Well you got,” Wolfwood looks at his watch, “about 40 minutes before you find out, Needle Noggin.”
“Wolf… what if it’s bad?” Suddenly worried, Vash bites his lip in concern.
Something about the sight of Vash gnawing on his lower lip is too tempting. Leaning in, Wolfwood grasps Vash’s chin gently, “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” He solidifies his promise with a kiss.
Instantly, Vash feels comforted by Wolfwood’s presence and his soft lips against his. Of course he’ll make sure he’s fine. Vash’s stomach roils with guilt. He doesn’t deserve Wolfwood’s affection or care. Regretfully, he breaks the kiss.
“Sorry about that…” Laughing awkwardly, Vash rubs the back of his neck.
“Oi.” Hand still on his chin, Wolfwood tilts Vash’s face so he’s looking up at him, “shut up.”
Another kiss to quiet the infuriating blonde spikes. Wolfwood deepens the kiss, tasting the remnants of frosting and doughnut. He hums in satisfaction, licking along the roof of Vash’s mouth indulgently, wringing out a strangled gasp. At least his baking turned out.
Fingers curl in the lapels of Wolfwood’s jacket as Vash pulls him closer into the kiss. He makes needy little moans and grunts as he rolls his tongue back against Wolfwood’s. The stickiness from the icing smears around their mouths messily, mixing with their saliva and seeping out from between their sealed lips.
Both of them are panting, Vash's eyes half-lidded, kiss-swollen lips parted as he drags in deep breaths once they separate. He already looks lost but there's no way the weed has kicked in yet.
"Vash?" Wolfwood asks, mildly concerned.
He smiles dopily, "I love you, Wolfie."
Face going red, Wolfwood shoves Vash against the back of the couch and stands, "tch, shut up." Of course he was being sappy, "I'm going to get water and snacks, you sit there."
Still blushing, Wolfwood storms out to the kitchen to gather supplies for Vash's inevitable high. Looking mournfully at the now-cooled doughnuts, Wolfwood reluctantly refrains from eating one so he can be clear-headed enough to help Vash. Now that the icing has solidified, Wolfwood seals them in a tupperware container before trying to find somewhere to hide them. Staring into the dining room at the half-inflated sex doll that Elendira snuck into his place "as a joke", Wolfwood gets the perfect idea. He tucks them under the doll. Vash hates it, so Wolfwood knows he won't look there. Thankfully it's big enough that it covers most of the container. After giving its fleshy pink hole-mouth a dry look, Wolfwood finishes getting snacks and water before going back to Vash, feeling smug about his hiding place.
By now he's settled back on the couch with the TV on as he flips through shows. Wolfwood drops down beside him.
"How ya feeling Spikey?"
Vash shrugs and smiles as he snuggles into Wolfwood's side, "fine!" Right now, Vash doesn't feel much of anything he could pinpoint as being high.
Squinting at Vash suspiciously, Wolfwood is sceptical but decides to believe him, "tell me when you feel something." He reaches up to ruffle Vash's hair playfully.
The pair falls into quiet contentment as they watch TV together. Vash begins to feel a bit sleepy even, Wolfwood's presence soothing him into relaxation.
Then it hits .
Wolfwood can tell when Vash is beginning to feel the edibles kick in. He tenses, body going stiff against Wolfwood's as he seems to assess his surroundings.
"Wolf…"
"Doin' okay there, Blondie?"
A soft fuzzy feeling seems to drape itself over Vash. It muffles the grating sound of the tv and makes him feel warm and floaty. Really floaty.
"Mmmmmm," humming, Vash drops his head back onto Wolfwood's shoulder, "yea I'm fine," he sighs contentedly. He's more than fine really. The high rises quickly, and soon Vash feels like a puddle of goo. He's thirsty and hungry but more than that, he feels emotional. His body seems to thrum with it.
"Mmm Wolf, Wolf. It's so warmmmmm," Vash sighs deeply. He doesn't realize he's speaking or moaning, only following his hazy thoughts.
"Oi, quit fidgeting." For the last ten minutes, Vash has been leaning against Wolfwood's side moving. He bobs his head and rolls his hips and from Wolfwood's periphery, he looks and sounds like he does whenever he's riding his cock. The steady rhythm and vivid reminder become too much for Wolfwood to handle.
"Huh?" There's a curious flush colouring Wolfwood's cheeks when Vash looks up at him.
"I said, quit moving," he snaps again. Vash's big, innocent, glazed over eyes only turn Wolfwood on more. He wants to make a mess of him.
Suddenly startlingly aware of Wolfwood's presence, Vash realizes he'd been rocking his body, rolling his hips with his drifting thoughts. Thoughts that he now realizes were incredibly horny in nature. Vash had been thinking about the last time they had been together when he’d been the one straddling Wolfwood’s waist, fucking himself on his hard cock. He could remember perfectly just how full he had felt and how deep. So caught up in the floaty high, he’d let his body control his actions. It’s embarrassing really, how easily he let his body move without thinking about it.
"Oh… haha… sorry."
Face red, Vash looks away sheepishly. Wolfwood knows that look, "you feeling a little excited there Angel?"
It’s difficult to admit but Vash nods as he bites his lip, pressing his thighs together. He can feel how swollen he is from just his memories and the familiar scent of Wolfwood enveloping him. He wants to go back to that moment. It feels like heaven to think about. Vash's thoughts drift back to that day again, on Wolfwood's bed in the midday sun, fingers running through soft black chest hair and over gleaming, tanned skin. How much affection Vash feels for Wolfwood is nearly overwhelming in that second, and it brings him back to the present.
To the Wolfwood now kneeling on the floor in front of him.
"Wolfwood?"
"Let me spoil you, Blondie. C'mon." Vash is positively radiant in his highness. It makes Wolfwood's heart tighten with emotion and adoration. He wants to give Vash everything.
He's feeling too dopey and in love to resist, "I'm all yours," Vash grins.
"Ah, beautiful." Sitting back, Wolfwood begins by picking up one of Vash's feet.
It's surprisingly ticklish, even with socks on, and Vash nearly kicks his foot at Wolfwood when he presses his thumb into the arch. He drags it up to his toes and grabs the end of his sock and pulls it off. Vash wiggles his toes as he gives Wolfwood a coy look.
Everything feels hazy to Vash, like he's lying in clouds. Wolfwood's touch is gentle on his bare foot as it skates up to his ankle. Holding his foot firmly so he can't kick, Wolfwood kisses the tip of Vash's big toe. It's gentle and warm, moist lips leaving a lingering humidity. Every sensation is magnified to Vash, so when Wolfwood licks his toe next, a gasp of surprise rips its way out of his throat. He squeals in delight when Wolfwood's warm mouth envelopes it wetly. His tongue feels like liquid velvet, hot breaths only fanning the fire burning in Vash. Soon his giggles of delight turn into deep moans of pleasure, as Wolfwood nibbles and licks along the arch of his foot. Vash is rolling his hips again, focusing on the buttery soft feel of Wolfwood's lips as he kisses his other toes reverently.
"You got some pretty toes there, Blondie," Wolfwood teases as he bites the big toe of Vash's other foot.
The unexpected praise sends an unfamiliar feeling rushing through Vash's veins. It thickens his blood and prickles the back of his neck. A full-bodied shiver makes him jerk and squirm. He wants to hear more but wouldn't dare ask for such an indulgent thing. Wolfwood's teeth scrape over Vash's skin roughly as he nibbles his way down his other four toes. His gentle bites turn back into kisses as his hands reach up to hook into the waistband of Vash's loose shorts.
Eager to get undressed, Vash lifts up his ass, allowing Wolfwood to pull the shorts down and off.
He's pleasantly surprised to see only naked skin under the shorts; a pink swollen clit peeks out from under the soft tufts of blonde pubic hair that hide the tempting slit of Vash's sex. Wolfwood knows what treasure hides within. He wants it so bad, but resists. If he gives in to his desires he will lose himself in Vash's body.
Wolfwood's hungry gaze seems to light a trail of fire over Vash's skin, down to his spread legs. He almost wants to close them, feeling vulnerable and spread open under dark, heated eyes. He may still be wearing a shirt, but he feels entirely naked. The high from the doughnuts deepens further still, making Vash’s cock throb and his cunt drip.
Letting his hands slide up pale calves, decorated with the pink and silver scars of a hard life growing up, Wolfwood caresses Vash's creamy skin, lavishing the feel of the raised scars against his fingers. Fingers that press into stiff, unyielding muscles as he works to massage out the knots and kinks buried below the surface. Wolfwood leans in to leave trails of kisses in the wake of his touch. He loves the softness of Vash's flesh.
The bumps and ridges of long-healed scars blunt the feel of Wolfwood's touch, but it doesn't matter when Vash still feels so amazing. His hands work magic, rubbing and massaging out any stiffness as he works his way up to Vash's thighs. Wolfwood is shameless, thumbs pressing into the junction of where leg meets ass. The pressure makes the sensitive flesh of his pussy rub together as Wolfwood works his thumbs hard into his inner thighs.
"Ngh, hah, Wolf that's ah— good." Arching up, Vash rolls his hips with Wolfwood's hands, seeking more direct friction. He's denied when he's pressed back onto the seat of the couch firmly.
"Oi, not yet." Still, Vash's engorged clit is unbearably tempting to taste and it takes all of Wolfwood's self-control not to give in.
Reluctantly he moves away from the tantalizing feast, hidden behind soft, downy pubic hair that now shines with Vash's wetness. Hands drift up his sides, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt as he goes. Obediently, Vash lifts his arms, allowing Wolfwood to pull it off.
The cool air rushes over Vash's skin, making him shiver. He still feels fuzzy and Wolfwood's gaze makes him wild. He's so unbelievably horny from so little, Vash can barely stop from touching himself to alleviate the building pressure of arousal. He flexes his pelvis, subtly rubbing his swollen flesh together. It's an infuriatingly small amount of pressure, not enough.
Wolfwood resumes dragging his hands up Vash's sides, letting his thumbs roll over pale, pink nipples when he arches his back up off the sofa.
Peals of giggles rattle themselves loose as Wolfwood tickles Vash. However unintentional, he can't help but jerk and laugh playfully when Wolfwood continues to dance his fingers over Vash's sensitive flesh. The pads of his fingers brush over hardening nipples. They're warm to the touch and Wolfwood pinches them gently, distracted from tickling Vash. He tugs and rolls the buds between his fingers until they're swollen and red like candies. Wolfwood wants to taste the tender sweetness of Vash's nipples. This he lets himself indulge in, licking the sweet, pink berries.
The sensation of Wolfwood's tongue over Vash's nipple has him arching off the couch again with a strangled mewl. He presses against Wolfwood's wet mouth as his soft tongue swirls and curls around the hard bud. Even still, the high from the doughnut bears down on Vash. Everything is muffled yet hypersensitive.
"Please…" Vash whimpers as he writhes helplessly, "Wolf, please I'm begging you."
The wrecked rasp of Vash's voice is sinfully sweet when he's like this, and Wolfwood can't stop himself from teasing, "begging me for what, angel?"
"Ngh! Pleaseeeee," Vash whines , rolling his hips impatiently.
"Say it for me."
Embarrassment still manages to stop Vash from just blurting it out, face hot at the thought of verbalizing what he wants.
While Vash waffles on what to say, Wolfwood leans in to lick his other nipple with a lavish wetness, making him squeal and kick his legs.
"Wolfie please touch me with your mouth," Vash manages to mumble, face red.
"Hmmm, but I'm already touching you with my mouth, doll." Wolfwood brushes his lips over the goosebumps that ripple across Vash's sensitive flesh.
"Wolfwooooooood!" Vash groans. He should have known, "b-between l-legs."
Huffing out a soft laugh, Wolfwood gives Vash mercy. Sitting back, he rubs his palms up thin, pale legs, thumbs tracing up Vash’s inner thighs.
Vash trembles under Wolfwood's touch as his fingers skate up further. Anticipating his next moves, Vash opens his legs, eager for more.
Only too eager to serve, Wolfwood leans in to place soft kisses on Vash’s inner thighs, working his way up until he practically tastes the arousal that seeps from between his sex. Pressing one hand to Vash’s pelvis, Wolfwood uses two fingers of his other hand to make a v around his pussy, rubbing the soft hair there.
Thick, tanned fingers spread further apart to reveal the tender, inner folds of Vash's swollen pussy. Evidence of his arousal coats the soft, pink labia; so inviting that Wolfwood can't help but lean in to press a kiss to the slicked inner lips. He kisses again, and again. Each kiss becomes sloppier, Wolfwood's lips parting until he can slip his tongue out to lap up the wetness that smears over his mouth. He presses his tongue against Vash's throbbing sex, licking up to suck at his swollen clit. Wolfwood kisses this too. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud, he rolls his tongue around it ardently as he laps at the warm sweet flesh. Wolfwood mouths at Vash’s cunt with full wet kisses, prodding the silky flesh with his tongue.
“Hah— hah— Wolf, please,” Vash gasps, thighs trembling where they rest on his shoulders. Thought is scarce, anything coherent dissolving into a shower of sparks that cascades across his skin like the crackles of a sparkler. Grating oversensitivity renders Vash speechless, eyes unfocusing with each wet suck of his throbbing sex.
Vash leaks over Wolfwood's tongue as he grinds against his face. All pretense of kissing is discarded in favour of diving in nose first. Deliberately, Wolfwood slides the side of his nose along Vash’s engorged flesh, feeling the hard length throb as he presses his tongue past the velvety folds to lick at his hole.
Everything is overwhelming. Sensations and feelings swell up as the world tilts on its axis and Vash feels like he’s slipping off. The big hands on his thighs, the scorching wet mouth that positively engulfs him as he slides down the couch like jelly. Vash’s limbs lose their strength when an impossibly long tongue spears its way into his tensing body, rendering him helpless. His mind floats through the impossible high. Every swipe of Wolfwood’s tongue is electrifying and mind-numbingly delicious. The friction of his nose rolls perfectly up the side of Vash’s swollen sex as he works his mouth in tandem.
In a desperate bid to hold onto the last bit of his slipping sanity, Vash reaches into Wolfwood’s thick, shaggy brown hair. He tugs on the silky strands as he urges Wolfwood on with needy, mewling moans and whimpers.
Wolfwood grunts under the strength of Vash’s legs. Strong thighs keep him trapped against him as he humps Wolfwood’s face mindlessly. He can barely keep up, tongue slurping noisily at Vash’s dripping cunt.
Thoughts dull from a distinct lack of oxygen, Wolfwood enjoys the rhythmic roll of Vash’s body around him as it inundates his senses, drowning him in the sweet floral taste of his fluids, the musky smell of his arousal, the incoherent babbling of pleasure. Wolfwood drowns in soft, delicate skin, milky pale and dusted in dark blonde hair so close it’s the only thing he can see. Fingers tangle into his hair, tugging and pulling roughly. Almost too rough but it only makes Wolfwood fall deeper into serving. He’s ravenous for Vash.
Mouth watering, or pussy dripping, —Wolfwood can’t tell which— or maybe it’s both, he sucks the velvety labia. Wanting to give Vash more, Wolfwood sinks down fully to his knees, hands coming up to grab his asscheeks, pulling them apart. While he can’t see it, Wolfwood can feel the soft wrinkled flesh of Vash’s hole against the pad of his thumb as he brushes over it. Vash reacts instantly with a strangled cry and the dig of heels into Wolfwood’s back with bruising force.
“Wolfwoooooooood,” he whines in exaggeration, hips flexing to make his hole twitch against Wolfwood’s probing finger.
Finally stopping to take a breath, Wolfwood pants heavily against Vash’ saliva wet pubes. Strings of spit and slick cling to the darkened, curly strands.Vash looks undone. Face red, sweat runs down his forehead and into his foggy blue eyes. They look glazed over, the sky blue orbs watching Wolfwood dazedly. Drool drips down Vash’s chin and neck unchecked before getting caught on protruding collarbones.
“You okay, Blondie?” Wolfwood asks, mildly concerned Vash is overheating or something.
If pupils could be the shape of a heart, Wolfwood is certain Vash’s would be. He’s nearly blinded by the overwhelming amount of adoration he looks at him with. Vash nods with a goofy smile and a lazy wink that really ends up being a heavy blink.
"Yeah, I'm okay Wolf," he practically coos with a luxurious stretch of his lithe body.
"I'm gonna finger your ass Needle noggin, are you ready?"
With a giddy near squeal, Vash spreads his legs, knees loose. Wolfwood has never played with his ass before, and right now, the thought of him touching that intimate place is thrilling. Vash feels fuzzy and warm and completely in love as he looks at Wolfwood's mussed hair and ruddy red cheeks. His lips are swollen and red, shiny from Vash's arousal.
"Touch me," Vash gasps, back arching in wanton need as he drags his hands down his chest and over his hardened nipples.
Letting a hand slip down his stomach, Vash dips his fingers between his legs, slipping them through the copious amount of his own fluids. It’s shocking really, how wet he is. Or how slobbery Wolfwood is. For a minute he reminds Vash of a dog with his heavy panting and ruffled hair. Silly thoughts weave through Vash’s head as he continues to rub his pussy under Wolfwood’s heavy gaze. A thumb presses into his tight rim, parting his insides as it slides deeper. Wolfwood is careful but Vash’s body doesn’t resist the penetration, instead pulling him in. Experimentally he wiggles his thumb, making Vash squirm from the unusual feeling. His body tightens around Wolfwood’s finger when he drops back against the couch.
“Your f-finger, it’s so deep.” And hot . Endlessly probing into Vash’s depths, he can feel Wolfwood’s thumb moving inside of him.
It’s hypnotising, to watch how easily Vash’s hole swallows his thumb, puckered red rim greedily pulling him into the tight velvet sheath.
Dipping two long appendages into himself, Vash fingers his cunt in tandem with Wolfwood's thumb. He can feel him through his body's wall, rubbing together against his insides. But, it’s not what Vash wants.
Pulling his legs back, Vash revels in the fullness he feels for a moment before slipping his own fingers out. Without being able to feel Wolfwood’s thumb through his inner walls, it rubs even deeper inside of him, his body tightening around the appendage.
Using his free hand, Wolfwood rubs Vash’s thigh soothingly, “Stay with me Angel,” he murmurs when Vash starts to writhe.
It’s not hard to see the problem when Vash is leaking so freely in front of Wolfwood. Still working his thumb, Wolfwood leans in, taking Vash’s throbbing clit into his mouth again. He sucks with intent this time, focusing on making Vash come. With one finger in Vash’s ass and another in his hole, he moves his fingers together with his lips.
Vash’s vision whites out under the onslaught of pleasure, incoherent from the boiling well of heat that continues to surge up inside of him with each precise knead of Wolfwood’s fingers, and wet pull of his mouth. He doesn’t know how to move or where to grab, the pressure all at once becoming too much.
“Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf,” Vash chants as his fingers dive into black hair, tugging at the soft strands.
Unable to talk with his face buried in Vash cunt, Wolfwood uses his free hand to grab one of Vash’s, twining their fingers together.
Wolfwood’s hand in Vash’s is grounding and it allows him to drag in a deep breath as he reaches the crest of his orgasm. Vash’s climax crashes over him in a slow swelling wave, dragging itself up from his depths to wash through him. For a moment, Vash feels like he’s drowning, the oversensitivity prickling across his skin in a maelstrom of sensation. He gasps for air, body rolling and arching him through his release.
Vash’s orgasm is so intense his legs lock up and Wolfwood is unable to do anything to help him through it besides slowing down his own movements. He coaxes Vash into stillness, feeling his body go limp against the couch and over his shoulders. Sweat beads up and rolls down Vash’s forehead. Tears of pleasure stick to his blonde eyelashes that frame glistening blue eyes. Even with the drool slipping down Vash’s chin, Wolfwood still finds him stunning. Normally pale skin is flushed pink with the rush of coming.
Slowly, Wolfwood lets his fingers slip out of Vash’s body, watching the way his holes twitch and flutter from the loss. Maybe later Vash will let him eat his ass Lifting up one of Vash’s legs, Wolfwood nuzzles his inner thigh, letting his nose brush against the junction of his hip, where leg meets pelvis. Into the coarse blonde pubic hair, Wolfwood continues to move, lips brushing over Vash’s clit, still swollen and red from his mouth. He kisses here gently, keeping his touch featherlight before resting his head on Vash’s thigh to look up at him.
“Talk to me blondie, what’s going on in that spikey head of yours,” Wolfwood coos as he brushes his fingers further up to Vash’s stomach, petting the soft blond hairs leading up to his belly button.
“That was…” not sure how to put it into words, Vash goes silent. He’s definitely still high, the aftershocks of his climax sending warm ripples over his skin. Wolfwood looks so good between his legs, lips puffy and wet from abusing Vash’s cunt. His fingers leave wet marks on Vash’s thighs from where they had been sheathed in him.
Wolfwood doesn’t push Vash for an answer as he lets his fingers dance over his stomach lightly.
“Indescribable.” Vash finally settles on saying. It’s entirely unhelpful to Wolfwood, but Vash’s entire being buzzes in complete satisfaction.
“Blondie…” Wolfwood sighs, hot breath blowing out over Vash’s belly. Vash is practically glowing where he lay on the couch, beads of drool and other fluids dripping sluggishly down his inner thighs. Wolfwood still hasn’t come but he feels oddly satisfied watching Vash. Trying not to jostle Vash, Wolfwood slips a hand around to unbutton his pants. He shoves his underwear out of the way, freeing his achingly hard cock from its confines. But, his movements don’t go unnoticed by Vash who perks up, peering down his body at Wolfwood.
“Put it in?” Vash asks. He may be spent but he still wants to see Wolfwood come on him, or in him.
Reaching out, Wolfwood runs his fingers up Vash’s slit, generously rubbing his fingers along his velvety inner lips. Slipping them back down he presses the pad of one finger over the semi loosened hole, rubbing teasingly. “Put what in where?” Wolfwood asks with a smirk.
Vash whines and squirms under Wolfwood’s touch, head rolling against the back of the couch. “Are you really going to make me say it? Come on Wolfie,” he complains with big watery blue eyes.
Wolfwood grins at Vash teasingly as he drags his finger back up his leaking slit to rub around the throbbing clit. He enjoys the way Vash’s body reacts to his touch, leaking and pulsing from sensitivity.
The teasing touch has Vash moaning and arching against the couch, seeking more. Wolfwood forgets about making Vash beg in favour of slicking his fist along the firm length. Wolfwood strokes himself indulgently, working up the arousal that simmers just under his skin. Vash looks glorious spread out before him, skin still flushed and pink from his orgasm. Shuffling forward, Wolfwood pulls himself up, leaning over Vash as he draws the head of his cock along the wet slit of Vash’s sex. Not in the mood for any more teasing, however, Wolfwood only pauses for a moment before sinking into the humid sheath of Vash’s body.
Gasping, Wolfwood has to stop halfway, reining in the sharp rise of arousal that threatens to choke him. Vash’s passage clings to every vein and curve of Wolfwood’s cock like a perfect glove. After a moment he’s able to press in the rest of the way, coming to a stop when flush with Vash’s thighs. Looking down, Wolfwood can see how well Vash’s hole stretches around his girth, slick fluid seeping out from their connection.
Wolfwood’s cock fits perfectly into place in Vash. He can feel the way the scorching length slides into him so easily, fitting exactly against Vash’s inner walls. It’s filling and intimate and makes Vash feel amazing. He bows hard off the couch, back arching like a bow as he moans lewdly. Wolfwood’s hands keep a firm grip on Vash’s hips, preventing him from injuring either of them in his strong reaction. After a moment, Vash drops back to the sofa, chest heaving as he adjusts to the thick intrusion of Wolfwood bottoming out.
Just before he feels Wolfwood about to move, probably to start fucking him, Vash grabs his forearms, not ready for it to end yet.
“Wait,” he whines, “I wanna feel you more.” Everything about Wolfwood’s penetration is magnified in Vash’s high, seeping into his being and permeating his everything. If Vash holds still enough he can feel Wolfwood’s heartbeat in the throb of his cock.
Cursing, Wolfwood cups a hand to Vash’s cheek as he fights back the swell of release that he’s barely able to hold back. Vash’s body squeezes Wolfwood’s cock, the velvety insides throbbing along his hard shaft. “Blondie, I’m not gonna last,” he huffs.
Vash only smiles, covering Wolfwood’s hand with his own, “then come, fill me,” he says with a rolling flex of his hips.
“Needle—” Wolfwood muffles his groan with a kiss as Vash moves, coaxing his orgasm out of him. With a grunt, Wolfwood can do nothing but come, cock pulsing hot ropes of seed deep into Vash’s body. He pumps his hips shallowly, fucking his cum even deeper, unable to hold back. Wolfwood doesn’t stop kissing Vash, using a hand to keep their mouths connected as he empties himself into Vash.
With a desperate whimper, Vash grabs Wolfwood’s face with both hands, shoving his tongue into his mouth as if trying to crawl inside of him. He rolls his hips to meet Wolfwood’s thrusts. Warmth spreads from where Wolfwood is sheathed in Vash, the warmth of his climax blooming out from his core and spreading to the tips of Vash’s fingers and toes. He squeals and squirms into their fevered kissing until forced to come up for air, leaving both of them panting hotly into the humid space between them.
Vash laughs first. He feels buoyant. Lighter than air. He kisses Wolfwood again as he continues to laugh boisterously.
When Vash starts to laugh, Wolfwood’s immediate reaction is to get defensive, until it becomes clear he isn’t being laughed at. Far from it. Wolfwood can’t help but join him in his revelry, feeling the urge to laugh bubble up in his own chest. So he does as he sloppily kisses Vash back between their bout of giggles. Nothing has ever felt more perfect.
Regretfully, the force of Vash’s giggles forces Wolfwood’s softening cock out, and along with it dribbles of cum. A feeling they both groan at.
“Oh no,” Vash whines when his laughter subsides as he reaches between his legs, fingers trying to shove the leaking slick back in.
Smiling, Wolfwood grabs Vash’s hands, kissing them, mindless of his own release smeared there. “Never fear, Blondie dear, I’ll just have to fill you up again,” he says before taking one of Vash’s fingers in his mouth to suck it clean.
With a renewed bout of enthusiasm, Vash is pulling Wolfwood in for another dozen or so needy kisses but is interrupted by the loud gurgling of his stomach as it rumbles hungrily. This time Wolfwood laughs first, reaching out to ruffle his fingers through silky blond hair.
“After we eat, hmm?” Wolfwood asks with a knowing grin as he stands, “I got just the thing to fill that hungry stomach of yours,” he says as he holds out a hand.
Looking at Wolfwood, Vash can’t begin to comprehend how managed to find somebody who fits him so perfectly. He sits up, reaching out to take Wolfwood’s hand, something he never thinks twice about doing. “I’m starving!”