[This probably would have gone better if Wolfwood had just let Vash kiss him first at his own pace, but "better" is swiftly becoming relative now that they've suddenly shifted positions, with Wolfwood practically laying forward across Vash now given the way he moved to facilitate it. Even though he smoked a cigarette before Vash came up, the nicotine is completely smothered by the mingled flavors of whiskey and sweet sugar, both playing off each other as Vash sneaks his way into a curious taste. Unlike Vash, who has experience although minimal, Wolfwood has a fair amount of it...just don't ask him how, where, or why. Just that it's been a really long ass time. Alcohol, as a general rule, factored into those moments to be sure.
Honestly, he isn't expecting anything at all. Even if Vash just pecked his lips and left it at that, he thinks it would have been fine. Endearing, even. Instead, he surprises him by an immediate bid for something more than that...which Wolfwood is going to oblige readily. Only this time, he's the one who gets to thread his fingers up through Vash's hair, traveling from the back of his neck into the shorter hairs just above his nape.
In answer to that silent question, Wolfwood lets his lips part as well. It's inviting as much as it is reciprocating as he licks his way back into Vash's mouth, and he swears to god that Vash tastes sweet despite having imbibed just the alcohol this evening. He wants more of it. He wants...
Well. He wants to kiss this idiot's brains out, so that's what he's focusing on now. That way he can't run his mouth, not if Wolfwood's pressing into him with the fervor of that kiss, yet it's more the intent than it is rough or overwhelming. Actually...it's quite gentle, for someone like Wolfwood. Slow and easy, just the sound of their lips making contact in the room now.]
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Date: 2023-12-22 06:53 am (UTC)Honestly, he isn't expecting anything at all. Even if Vash just pecked his lips and left it at that, he thinks it would have been fine. Endearing, even. Instead, he surprises him by an immediate bid for something more than that...which Wolfwood is going to oblige readily. Only this time, he's the one who gets to thread his fingers up through Vash's hair, traveling from the back of his neck into the shorter hairs just above his nape.
In answer to that silent question, Wolfwood lets his lips part as well. It's inviting as much as it is reciprocating as he licks his way back into Vash's mouth, and he swears to god that Vash tastes sweet despite having imbibed just the alcohol this evening. He wants more of it. He wants...
Well. He wants to kiss this idiot's brains out, so that's what he's focusing on now. That way he can't run his mouth, not if Wolfwood's pressing into him with the fervor of that kiss, yet it's more the intent than it is rough or overwhelming. Actually...it's quite gentle, for someone like Wolfwood. Slow and easy, just the sound of their lips making contact in the room now.]