[Wolfwood isn't exactly in the business of thinking either. That's for another time, when the booze has worn off and they can fully process the consequences of their actions here tonight, whatever those may end up being. Going from having a heart to heart, to crying on each other, to kissing isn't a leap made without something simmering under the surface, and these two have been fighting unresolved sexual tension basically the entire time they've known each other. It's just not something they've verbalized, because Vash was too busy pushing Wolfwood away, and Wolfwood would rather chew on glass than be vulnerable like that to literally anyone.
With Vash, though...it comes easy, somehow. He knows Vash isn't going to turn it around on him in some kind of cruel, malicious way, and even if this is the only moment they ever share...then Vash wouldn't hold his actions here against him. He'd treat him the same as he does anyone else, frustratingly genuine and kind to a fault in ways Wolfwood can and will never be. Vash shouldn't have to feel guilty about the request to kiss turning into being kissed, because Wolfwood was likely going to backslide into being assertive unless directed to otherwise. It's kindof all he knows, from his days at the orphanage up to now.
It's just nice. They kiss, and it's really nothing special. It's uncoordinated and a little sloppy, and every so often they bump noses painfully. Their teeth click together audibly at least once in a way that makes Wolfwood wince, but it doesn't stop him either. In fact, his breath shudders against Vash's lips at the feeling of his hand moving against his back, his thumb brushing over his hand, all of these...excessively fond gestures that make him feel like crying. They part. They kiss. Part, kiss.
Eventually, Wolfwood has to come up for air at some point. Maybe Vash too, reluctantly. It leaves Wolfwood just an inch away from Vash's face, his hair falling into his eyes. His fingers are still tangled loosely into the back of those blonde locks as Wolfwood finally manages words, a little hoarse now from disuse.]
You're so... [...] God.
[Their foreheads bump together. Maybe he forgot what he was going to say, or never had anything TO say to begin with.]
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With Vash, though...it comes easy, somehow. He knows Vash isn't going to turn it around on him in some kind of cruel, malicious way, and even if this is the only moment they ever share...then Vash wouldn't hold his actions here against him. He'd treat him the same as he does anyone else, frustratingly genuine and kind to a fault in ways Wolfwood can and will never be. Vash shouldn't have to feel guilty about the request to kiss turning into being kissed, because Wolfwood was likely going to backslide into being assertive unless directed to otherwise. It's kindof all he knows, from his days at the orphanage up to now.
It's just nice. They kiss, and it's really nothing special. It's uncoordinated and a little sloppy, and every so often they bump noses painfully. Their teeth click together audibly at least once in a way that makes Wolfwood wince, but it doesn't stop him either. In fact, his breath shudders against Vash's lips at the feeling of his hand moving against his back, his thumb brushing over his hand, all of these...excessively fond gestures that make him feel like crying. They part. They kiss. Part, kiss.
Eventually, Wolfwood has to come up for air at some point. Maybe Vash too, reluctantly. It leaves Wolfwood just an inch away from Vash's face, his hair falling into his eyes. His fingers are still tangled loosely into the back of those blonde locks as Wolfwood finally manages words, a little hoarse now from disuse.]
You're so... [...] God.
[Their foreheads bump together. Maybe he forgot what he was going to say, or never had anything TO say to begin with.]