[Vash's lips part to protest the mess he's making, only to be promptly silenced as Wolfwood crashes against him. He can still taste the lingering sweetness, better than any shared cigaratte or liquor bottle could ever be. All at once, his body wants to take in more, to lap greedily into his mouth in an effort to chase that taste.
It's a small miracle that Wolfwood distracts him, those rough fingers scraping over the tender flesh of his neck. The shudder that follows is a bodily one, one that Nick will surely feel given the way their bodies press together. It reminds him to shift his own body, easing back just a little bit even as his the cybernetic hand twines around his shoulders. Where he goes, he coaxes Wolfwood along, making sure that connection doesn't break.
It's only once they're settled into something slightly more comfortable — Vash propped back on his elbows, still holding his hand and clutching to his back for dear life — that he thinks about properly indulging his fantasy. Tentatively, his lips part, a kittenish lick drawing along Wolfwood's lower lip. He tastes the flavor of that lollipop once more, and hopes he'll be permitted more. Admittedly, his movements are just a little unsteady. He isn't inexperienced, having had over a century of life to pursue the more human experiences he had admired. But the stiffness of each motion implies something more unpracticed. Regardless of what experience he has, it's certainly been awhile since he's put it into practice.
It doesn't seem to inhibit his enjoyment, given the way his heart rabbits within his chest. But if Wolfwood was expecting someone with more prowess, he would almost certainly be disappointed]
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It's a small miracle that Wolfwood distracts him, those rough fingers scraping over the tender flesh of his neck. The shudder that follows is a bodily one, one that Nick will surely feel given the way their bodies press together. It reminds him to shift his own body, easing back just a little bit even as his the cybernetic hand twines around his shoulders. Where he goes, he coaxes Wolfwood along, making sure that connection doesn't break.
It's only once they're settled into something slightly more comfortable — Vash propped back on his elbows, still holding his hand and clutching to his back for dear life — that he thinks about properly indulging his fantasy. Tentatively, his lips part, a kittenish lick drawing along Wolfwood's lower lip. He tastes the flavor of that lollipop once more, and hopes he'll be permitted more. Admittedly, his movements are just a little unsteady. He isn't inexperienced, having had over a century of life to pursue the more human experiences he had admired. But the stiffness of each motion implies something more unpracticed. Regardless of what experience he has, it's certainly been awhile since he's put it into practice.
It doesn't seem to inhibit his enjoyment, given the way his heart rabbits within his chest. But if Wolfwood was expecting someone with more prowess, he would almost certainly be disappointed]