[It's almost hilarious, how Wolfwood can be so caught up in the exact same sort of thoughts Vash is having. While his partner marvels at the display of dominance, the Independent likewise admires just how lovely the Punisher looks splayed out and vulnerable.
Beautiful. Perfect. His. All those mostly gooey thoughts that Wolfwood would just hate to hear.]
Can you? [A little more weight is pressed to his thumb, enough to briefly trap Wolfwood's lower lip against his teeth. He keeps it there for the space of a breath, before lifting up once more. A brow is lifted expectantly.]
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Beautiful. Perfect. His. All those mostly gooey thoughts that Wolfwood would just hate to hear.]
Can you? [A little more weight is pressed to his thumb, enough to briefly trap Wolfwood's lower lip against his teeth. He keeps it there for the space of a breath, before lifting up once more. A brow is lifted expectantly.]
So, what do you have to say for yourself?