[Being disrobed fully finally is a relief. Kindof makes him wish he’d just worn a towel in the bathroom- or maybe nothing at all, he’s allowed he lives here- but it’s fine. Vaash got there eventually, and now there is nothing leaving things to the imagination. It’s…actually a bit of a novelty, to be in this position. Can he even remember the last time he bottomed?
Well, he doesn’t get much of a chance to think about it, because before he knows it Vash has settled inbetween his legs and has spread them, and the way Wolfwood abruptly darkens in the face is nothing short of comical.
He is not immune to being affected by such things, and it’s clear that the flush that takes over is from embarrassment more than anything. Like. Can you blame him, you can see EVERYTHING like this. Every-fucking-thing. Never mind the fact that he’s hard as a rock on top of all of that, leaving Wolfwood breathing a little uneven as he curses under his breath and reaches for the lube.
…which he fumbles a time or two trying to grab it, since Vash is distracting him with those kisses. He’s lucky he does not throw it at his head, instead actually handing it to him like a normal person.]
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Well, he doesn’t get much of a chance to think about it, because before he knows it Vash has settled inbetween his legs and has spread them, and the way Wolfwood abruptly darkens in the face is nothing short of comical.
He is not immune to being affected by such things, and it’s clear that the flush that takes over is from embarrassment more than anything. Like. Can you blame him, you can see EVERYTHING like this. Every-fucking-thing. Never mind the fact that he’s hard as a rock on top of all of that, leaving Wolfwood breathing a little uneven as he curses under his breath and reaches for the lube.
…which he fumbles a time or two trying to grab it, since Vash is distracting him with those kisses. He’s lucky he does not throw it at his head, instead actually handing it to him like a normal person.]
I think I’ve turned you into a monster.