[Is it sweet, or is it just a byproduct of Wolfwood being drunk? That's for Vash to ask himself, whether he even cares or not. By the time he's finished kissing Vash's face pretty much everywhere he can feasibly reach, he'll sink back down against him once his shoulders and elbows start to protest holding him up. Now he's actually laying down on Vash because he doesn't want to support his own weight anymore, sorry. At least he isn't super heavy compared to most things, and Vash has the support of the mattress underneath to keep his back from aching. Honestly, this is Not the most Heterosexual position they could be in, but if Wolfwood were to move they'd just barely manage to fit together on this tiny bed to begin with, so!
It's fine. Don't worry about it.
Wolfwood makes his way back down, and when he bypasses Vash's jaw, he hesitates. Then, for just a brief moment as clarity fights against "fuck it", in which case "fuck it" ends up winning because I said so because Wolfwood is still a bit too drunk to shake it off. His hand shifts in Vash's hair, fingers still carding up through where his hair is longer and blonde at the ends, all while he traces a path down to kiss the side of his neck. He kisses along the hollow of his throat (he is DEFINITELY drunk) and stops when he reaches the point where that dumb turtleneck of his stops him from going any further, prompting him to he huffs deeply like a world-weary dog.
Then, he sags against Vash and lays his head down against his chest, stopping there with one hand still idly petting his hair, a nonsensical mumble rumbling past Wolfwood's lips.]
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It's fine. Don't worry about it.
Wolfwood makes his way back down, and when he bypasses Vash's jaw, he hesitates. Then, for just a brief moment as clarity fights against "fuck it", in which case "fuck it" ends up winning
because I said sobecause Wolfwood is still a bit too drunk to shake it off. His hand shifts in Vash's hair, fingers still carding up through where his hair is longer and blonde at the ends, all while he traces a path down to kiss the side of his neck. He kisses along the hollow of his throat (he is DEFINITELY drunk) and stops when he reaches the point where that dumb turtleneck of his stops him from going any further, prompting him to he huffs deeply like a world-weary dog.Then, he sags against Vash and lays his head down against his chest, stopping there with one hand still idly petting his hair, a nonsensical mumble rumbling past Wolfwood's lips.]