[The response to even the slightest touch within his hair is a mournful sigh. It comes dangerously close to something more audible, though Vash manages to bite it back at the last second. The last thing he wants is to make a fool of himself, or even give the wrong idea of where he wants this to go. He's fine with just the kiss, deep as it's become. He wants to relish just this moment for as long as he can
His tongue brushes back against Wolfwood's, scraping over his in a desperate bid to memorize every second of this moment. If, in the future, he was ever denied this contact, then he would at least have the memories to hold close to his chest. Not that he wants to think that far into the future.
Not that he wants to think, period.
Admittedly, he feels a little guilty for letting their positions get so rearranged. He'd meant to lead the charge into the kiss, rather than acquiesce to his leadership. He can't exactly protest that change in direction, however. He's far more concerned with thumbing over the back of that hard worn hand, in tandem with massaging circles into his back.]
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His tongue brushes back against Wolfwood's, scraping over his in a desperate bid to memorize every second of this moment. If, in the future, he was ever denied this contact, then he would at least have the memories to hold close to his chest. Not that he wants to think that far into the future.
Not that he wants to think, period.
Admittedly, he feels a little guilty for letting their positions get so rearranged. He'd meant to lead the charge into the kiss, rather than acquiesce to his leadership. He can't exactly protest that change in direction, however. He's far more concerned with thumbing over the back of that hard worn hand, in tandem with massaging circles into his back.]