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[lupusxylem]

I will not make this look pretty later, don't believe me it's all a lie

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INVENTORY:

-The Punisher: Wolfwood's cross gun, normally covered in wrappings.
INFO from the mods on use so I don't forget: The cross-gun will be able to fire regular bullets (regains of these can be handwaved; silvered bullets can be purchased in the bonus AC store) just fine, without any special nerfs. The laser feature will be usable a max of 3 times a month.

-4 Vials of his Drugs(tm)
Info from the mods on use so I don't forget: Wolfwood can start with up to 5 vials of his Lab Drugs. More of these can be regained for the price of a Small Item (a maximum of 5 at once), but they will not work on other player characters for obvious reasons. Their healing ability will also be slightly nerfed to not heal anything instantaneously, but rather over a few minutes.
3/7: All Vials have been used. Will need to purchase replacements if he wants to use them again.
???: Forgot to put the date here but he's purchased more Vials, one has been used to he has 4 currently.

-A lighter

-A carton of cigarettes, more can be purchased/handwaved

-A winter coat that Heimr bullied him into purchasing

-A matching pair of boots for the coat

-A little knit wolf with sunglasses from Elsword.

-A blanket from Livio.

-A handgun with a wolf engraved on the handle.

-A black husky named Angelina

-A belt pouch to carry his regeneration vials with a cross emblazoned into the leather.

-Authentic rosary beads, with beads made from black glass and a heavy, silver cross pendant

-A black leather choker with a silver cross pendant, similar to the rosary

-A whole church(tm)

-A wool knit cat plushie from Pure Vanilla

-3 tomas chicks that currently live in Kiera's barn

-3 londonites

-Wolf skull shaped cufflinks

-A dagger for his "birthday" from Gnosis

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[oleaeuropaea]

[The smile that blooms across his face is almost too warm, too delighted to be at place with their current situation. Only Vash the Stampede could beam like the sun when trying to top his boyfriend. No one is really that surprised.]

Good boy. [He takes a moment for just a bit more affectionate staring.] Now, get comfy against the pillows, yeah?

[He releases Wolfwood's face for the time being, and carefully eases himself back away from the bed. Instead, he trots over to the bedside table, where he fiddles around and pulls out a bottle. He sets it against a pillow for the time being, before reaching down to start pulling his shirt off.]

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood isn't made of stone. The praise sends an embarrassing thrill through him that makes it hard to stay still, which is why he makes use of the movement to get comfortable, as it were. He scoots up along the mattress a bit so he's actually laying on the bed(s) proper as opposed to sprawled horizontally across them. He has to admit, this isn't what he was imagining when Vash coaxed him back to their room. He has to wonder...if this because they couldn't do it in the bath before? Is he making up for that time? Or is it something different?

...then he sees the bottle of lube come out, which neither of them had previously, and yeah. Yep. It's definitely that.]

Oi. Not too fast. [Wolfwood chimes from afar, just as Vash gets his shirt pulled up past his hips.] You gotta give me a proper show, if you're gonna do that.

[He says, as if he's in any position to be making demands here.]

[oleaeuropaea]

[Wolfwood has the right idea, but that isn't all there is to it. The man has been through a lot, worrying over Vash and caring for him in the same breath. The least the Independent can do is help him take a load off for a short while. Especially when he's bound and determined to administer the same level of gentle care that had been afforded to him.

He casts a glance toward Wolfwood, shirt pulled up to his pecs. A lopsided grin splits his face as he lowers the shirt once more. His hips do a little shimmy, entirely exaggerated, before finally a wink is offered.]

Like that? [A laugh leaves him, absolutely smitten.] Or did you want to do the honors?

[lupusxylem]

Pffft. [Vash, why are you like this. Why does he love your stupid ass.] Get over here, dumbass.

[He's gesturing with his hands as he sits up a little because yes, if Vash is offering? He would like to be the one to unwrap him, thank you.]

You're just lucky I had my clothes off already.

[oleaeuropaea]

You love me! [His voice is a delighted chirp as he clambers onto the bed. He settles with his legs on either side of Wolfwood's for the time being, effectively keeping him pinned down. The smile on his lips says it all — he's enjoying this.]

Yeah, I am pretty lucky.

[He traces his hands over the span of Wolfwood's shoulders, then splays them both out over his pecs. The cold metal is pressed just a little harder against his skin, brow playfully quirked as he watches Wolfwood's face.]

[lupusxylem]

[Vash really doesn't realize just how much it means to Wolfwood, getting to see him smile like this. After so many days of uncertainty, dealing with a version of Vash that had been a shell of his former self, it's like a salve on a burn. Everywhere his hands touch, be it flesh or metal, Wolfwood feels his skin prickle pleasantly, a low sigh breathed out through his nose as Vash takes his time to explore. Vash will get exactly what he's looking for as he watches for changes in his expression as the tension he may have been holding there before all but melts away.]

Mmmh...you ever thought about giving massages with that?

[Referring to The Arm, he means.]

[oleaeuropaea]

Nick -

[Vash sounds somewhere between exasperated and deeply amused. Unsatisfied with the reaction, he lifts his hand. It frees his thumb and forefinger up to close around a nipple, pinching down for a split second before pulling back. The laughter that bubbles up on Vash's part doesn't come anywhere near being bitten back.]

I wasn't trying to make you feel good, silly. [Though now that Wolfwood has mentioned it, he presses both hands back in, carefully digging the palms in as he tries to knead the skin.]

[lupusxylem]

[Oop, he had that coming. He just barely manages to bite back a yelp at the way Vash pinches his nipple like that, and he should be proud that he doesn't reach a hand up to swat him away. Instead, he stays put where he is, he's going to behave! He is determined to be good, for Vash, at least until he manages to push one of his Horny Buttons then all bets are off.]

Too late for that, blondie... [Ooooohhh yeah that feels nice. He groans, letting his head and shoulders sink back into the pillows.] I could get used to this.

[oleaeuropaea]

Should be able to. [He sighs almost wistfully. Wolfwood looks cute like this, to a degree that Vash is almost mournful over disturbing. The last thing he wants is to disturb how peaceful he looks. Sure, he knows the man will be all over him the moment he pushes this to the next level, but still. Let them both savor the peaceful moments while they can.]

I think you deserve to be doted on. Hand and foot, even.

[He tips his head down, kissing down the span of his neck. There's a pause as he reaches a spot where his pulse is particularly strong, then nips at it. The "wound" is suckled once, taste of his skin being savored.]

[lupusxylem]

[Don't worry Vash, it won't take much at all to drag him straight down into being horny from here. This is just another stepping stone towards that, if the way he reacts to being kissed like that is any indication. His breath catches as he feels the way Vash's lips lovingly march down his pulse, actually flinches a bit when he nips him there with a low, afflicted sound under his breath.]

Fuck...

[And then, of course, he lathes that spot with even more attention, causing his pulse to race that much faster. Given that Vash is likely working with his jugular? It's like his heart is trying to leap its way right through his veins.]

[oleaeuropaea]

That's it, Nick. Tell me how good it feels.

[His hands begin to glide downward. They fan to his sides at first, exploring the firm muscle and how it gives beneath his own touch. When he reaches the hem of the man's boxers, Vash carefully directs his hands inward and upward once more. Gingerly, he caresses over his abdomen, feeling the coarse hair and firm abs beneath his fingers.]

You deserve to be loved like this. To have every inch of you praised and coveted. [He leans himself downward, head coming to rest over his heart, while his face angles upward to watch Wolfwood's every expression.]

I love you. 'n' I'll make sure you never forget it.

[lupusxylem]

[It's a feat to begin with to get Wolfwood to make any noise in bed, much less cursing or saying words. Compared to Vash, he's nowhere near as vocal, so it really means something that even just these gentle touches are encouraging something from him. Even the way he teasingly reaches just shy of where he wants him to be before pressing his hands up towards his chest again is nearly enough to make Wolfwood scream.

He's being patient though. He's trying to savor it instead of letting himself get worked up thinking about Vash getting to the "good part" already. It's certainly not helped along by the way Vash takes to praising him, which only causes his heart to thud faster.]

...you're a sap.

[He grumbles...reaching a hand up to pull them through those blonde locks.]

I love you too. Even when you're teasin' the hell outta me.

[oleaeuropaea]

Teasing! [Vash rears his head back, looking scandalized. A huff leaves him, while both hands lift to rest above his own heart.] Me? Who has only been laying every bit of affection on his boyfriend that he deserves!

[His prosthetic breaks from beneath the hand of flesh, resting over his forehead as he feigns fainting. He is so dramatic that it's physically painful to us all.]

And I suppose you'd be much happier being fucked into the mattress, right?

[Thankfully, he doesn't keep the act up much longer. His hands finally lower, settling just below Wolfwood's navel. He thumbs through the rough patch of hair there, humming as he eases the rest of his body back just that little bit further. He drags the flesh hand downward, pulling briefly at the hem of his boxers before letting them snap back into place. Instead, he palms Wolfwood through the fabric, a slow and methodical touch to see just how worked up he is.]

Are you sure you're ready for all of that, Nick?

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood just barely resists the urge to roll his eyes, but it’s a playful urge if nothing else. Vash is at his best when he’s being goofy, after all, and Wolfwood isn’t sure he’d have it any other way. He doesn’t want to go back to the way he was before any time soon, when his heart was so frozen that he could barely muster the conscious thought needed to respond to him, much less show proper emotion.

This is more like what he expects. Drama queen that he is.

He’d opened his mouth to say something else, but as soon as Vash dropped that, well. He shuts up pretty damn quickly. He exhales on a heady breath as he nods once, his chin coming down to rest against his collarbone as he watches Vash go back to work, back down south in what Wolfwood is very ready to call more teasing, Vash-]

Uughnn-

[Oh, there it is. Fucking finally. It’s not the direct contact he craves, but it’s plenty enough when Vash has him fantasizing about getting pegged with an alien dick. He exhales on an afflicted sound, and right away Vash will feel that Wolfwood is…embarrassingly worked up, actually. He’s plenty filled out under there, already starting to dampen the fabric from where Vash is starting to palm at him and provide actual friction proper, finally.]

Fuck, yes. Nnh… […] W…want you.

[oleaeuropaea]

I know you do, baby. [His words are a purr as his hands rise up once more. He shifts off of Wolfwood's lap, freeing himself to pull those boxers off. They're tossed haphazardly to the side, while Vash carefully settles himself between the other man's legs this time. His hands stroke down them, savoring coarse hair and smooth scars until he reaches his calves. His left hand grips, lifting upward in order to tuck that leg over his shoulder. The other rises to his thigh and shoves it to the side, splitting Wolfwood open.]

But I have to get you nice and ready, don't I? [A hum, almost playful.] Will you hand me that bottle, please?

[While he waits, Vash occupies himself with laying kisses against Wolfwood's leg. He goes back and forth, his lower thigh to his upper calf, each time grazing over his knee. It's a very loving touch, despite the position.]

[lupusxylem]

[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.]

I think I’ve turned you into a monster.

[oleaeuropaea]

[At this point, he actually expects getting thunked in the head. He tenses up for it, but instead sees that arm stretch out and sighs his relief inwardly. He accepts the bottle, reluctantly releasing Wolfwood's leg as he does. It's still kept propped against his shoulder, but he'll just have to trust Nick to keep it there.

He underlines this with a simple] Good boy. [Before setting to opening the cap up.

His words are acknowledged as he works the lube against his flesh hand. He's put his prosthetic through quite a bit, but he gets the feeling adding lube into the mix won't exactly end well.]

You're not sorry about that at all, are you? [He cants his head as he reaches forward. For the time being, his hand rests against the meat of Wolfwood's thigh, right above the curve of his ass. His thumb dips inward, carefully grazing over that tight ring of muscle as he starts to work some of the lubricant in. At least now that it's been rubbed into his hand, it's a little warmer.]

I bet you like me like this.

[lupusxylem]

[If Vash hasn’t realized yet that words of praise Do Things for Wolfwood, he’ll find out tonight. That good boy causes his toes to curl, and he’s forced to look away quickly, as if Vash isn’t going to see him turning redder by the second. And it doesn’t help that he keeps talking, as Vash is known to do, conveniently asking him a question right as he starts to get the lube involved.

Motherfucker.]

I- haah…ain’t got…nothin’ to be sorry for…

[He turns his head again to the other side, his free hand fisting the sheets a little.]

It’s…hot when you get like this. All…posessive n’shit.

[oleaeuropaea]

Is it? [His voice is a curious lilt, paired excellently with the way his head gently cants. His eyes practically dance with delight, betraying the coyness he's trying to exude.]

I was just going to say. [Satisfied with the application of the lube thus far, Vash presses his thumb inward just that little bit. His brows lift with curiosity, hungrily watching Wolfwood's face as he advances. It's harder, without the glasses though so - ]

Ah! Almost forgot! [He leans forward, thumb stilling for just that split second. He's careful about how he angles himself, wanting to tease at bending Wolfwood in half without causing too much strain. With his free hand, he plucks the glasses off and gingerly sets them on the bed beside them.]

Now, where were we?

[lupusxylem]

[Luckily for them both, Wolfwood is a lot more flexible than you’d think. Thank years of training and also him just breaking all his bones and rearranging them enough that he doesn’t have to worry about what angles his body is trying to fit into, it’s fine-

That said, when Vash does bend him a bit in half like that, he wheezes on a groan of…less pain, more pleasure. Definitely. Hoo boy if Vash ends up doing that to him he swears to god he may not survive it. It does mean that he doesn’t protest his glasses being removed, even when it reveals to Vash that his pupils are blown so wide that you can’t even see them against the dark brown of his irises. It makes his eyes seem even darker in the low light by comparison, chest heaving as Vash carefully begins to work him open.]

We-…you were teasing me, I’m pretty sure.

[oleaeuropaea]

[Vash has to take a moment to stare into those eyes. He can't even pretend it isn't flattering to see him like this. For this being the third time he's even tried, and the first time he's taken the lead, he has
admit to being a little impressed with himself. That, or Wolfwood's just easy.

... maybe even both?]


Me? Tease you? [Does his voice wobble in the slightest? Maybe. He's nothing if not a lovesick puppy, head over heels for Wolfwood. Who's surprised that it feels like the world is being entirely upended around him when he's looked at like this.] Never.

[He has mercy, at least. Getting lost in a man's eyes would convince anyone to do that. His hand shifts back, changing the angle so that he can press his index finger in instead. There's no rush to the movement. In fact, he seems far too pre-occupied with using his prosthetic to soothe over Wolfwood's thigh.]

Relax, okay?

[lupusxylem]

M'tryin'...

[The answer is both. Definitely both. He is easy as much as Vash is enamored with him, so these things go hand-in-hand. Though, it might be better to say that Wolfwood is easy for Vash. Things might not go a similar way if he were doing this with anyone else. There's something...special about Vash, something about him that makes Wolfwood act up. He can't help it.

He leans back a little further with a heavy exhale, and though he's tempted to look up at the ceiling or elsewhere, he tries to keep looking back at Vash instead. He could tell by the goofy look on his face just then that he seems to like seeing him without his glasses on.]

Been...a while, since I've done this.

[Well, like this, anyway.]

[oleaeuropaea]

I'm sure. Kept you awful busy lately, and not a single thought to tending to your needs. [He says it lightly, no real seriousness behind his self-directed scolding. If anything, he hopes a light, humorous touch will keep Wolfwood's mind off any strain that might linger as he eases his finger further inward.]

Really, been punishin' myself more than anything. Imagine missing out on a sight like this for so long. [His finger curls once, then eases back out. He gives Wolfwood just a second to recover, before thrusting it back in.] Should see yourself the way I see you. Beautiful eyes, messy hair. Enough to drive a man crazy.

[His finger continues to move even as he shifts himself forward, kissing down the side of Wolfwood's face. He lingers there as he allows a second finger to join the first, steadily beginning to work him apart.]

How do you feel?

[lupusxylem]

[Fortunately for Vash? It seems to be working. Wolfwood is left hanging on his words as he talks to him softly while he works, keeping him both distracted while making the process as easy and pleasurable as possible. Honestly, he can't remember anyone ever treating him with this level of care and attention, which makes all the difference.]

Yeah...selfish one, that Vash.

[He scoffs lowly, the sound broken up by a sudden, bitten-off moan when Vash thrusts his finger back inside. Seems like he's enjoying it more than he's letting on. And with the way he starts kissing him, he almost- almost- misses the way Vash slips in a second finger. It doesn't hurt at least, so much as it leaves him with the nagging urge to try to rock his hips down against Vash's hand.]

Ain't so bad, now. Doesn't really hurt, anyway. Keep goin'.

[oleaeuropaea]

Extremely selfish [He insists with a grin that borders on toothy, breaking the pattern of kisses for the briefest of moments. When he does return, he keeps himself angled toward Wolfwood's neck, teeth just barely pressing into the skin and leaving faint red marks in his wake.]

You're so beautiful, Nick. Hope you know that. 'n perfect. 'n made just for me.

[With each word, his fingers work to scissor apart, further opening Wolfwood up. His own body feels awash with heat, something that only grows with each buck of the fingers. Feeling his partner, his lover, his beloved pry apart with just his touch is divine, but he wants more. He wants to feel Wolfwood around him, preferably sooner rather than later.

He slips back after a few more moments, nearly confident that Wolfwood is ready. As he wipes his hand against the fabric of his pants. He reminds himself to make sure those get a solid wash later, before moving his hands toward the button of his own pants.]

We got a little distracted, gettin' me undressed. [He sounds nothing if not deeply amused and horribly affectionate.] Think you're ready for me, though?