Vash gazes across the saloon where Wolfwood is lounging by the bar, waiting for their drinks. He watches a person fawn and swoon next to Wolfwood, hitting on him.
Vash sighs a bit too dramatically.
He gets it. After Wolfwood found him as Eriks with a new look—longer hair, tailored suit, his arms—he almost swooned even when he didn’t remember him because of his amnesia. But when strangers set their sights on him at nearly every bar they stop at, it makes Vash a little peeved.
He’s jealous.
Vash bites his cheek as he continues watching. Wolfwood brushes off the guy’s advances, likely letting him down kindly with a smile. He grabs the drinks from the bartender and strolls across the floor to where Vash is sitting, placing their glasses on the table. Wolfwood catches his eyes and grins.
“Thanks,” Vash smiles back. It doesn’t reach his eyes.
Wolfwood notices but doesn’t comment. He drapes an arm behind Vash’s chair, likely to cheer up whatever mood Vash is in, and sips his liquor. Vash grabs his drink and tastes it—fruity. He was excited to try the drink special on the menu but his mood had soured.
“How is it?” Wolfwood’s voice startles him.
“Uh, it’s good! I had better, though.” He catches himself from stammering.
Wolfwod gives him a look before shrugging. “Yeah, you’ve been around long enough to have better I’m sure.”
Vash chuckles, humouring him. The night ends with no other flirting incident, except for Vash’s heart aching a little more. Thankfully, the inn they’re staying at has two beds. The ache hurts less without Wolfwood within arm's reach.
In a different town, the same scene happens again. Vash sighs—another day, another day of someone all over Wolfwood.
He watches a lady try to schmooze Wolfwood with a hand groping his arm and whispering in his ear, more forward than his previous admirers. The alcohol gives her confidence from the way she’s cheery and sways on her feet. Vash clenches his jaw. He wants to walk right up to the bar and grab Wolfwood’s attention. Just as he thinks about being bold it fizzles back into pathetic sulking. He doesn’t dare to do it nor should he get involved in whoever Wolfwood wants to talk to just because he’s petty. Wolfwood can handle himself and chat with whomever he likes.
Vash lets out another sigh. He should stop watching before he becomes sad.
Something happens then. The lady leans forward and Vash's eyes widen when the woman kisses Wolfwood unabashed. Vash finally looks away, not wanting to watch anymore as a bitter emotion wells up inside him. He looks down at the table, counting the dark stains on the wood while sulking. Vash doesn’t notice someone approaching until they sit on the chair next to him, making him flinch.
“Sorry, was held up.”
Vash turns to see Wolfwood next to him and gapes.
Wolfwood doesn’t notice his shock as he passes him his drink. “I don’t know why you want these things. They look like poison.”
Vash grips the cold glass, grounding him. He chuckles weakly. “Yours isn’t any different.”
“At least I know what they put in it.”
Vash takes a sip of his drink. The lime and ginger flavour is not bad.
They sit in silence while savouring their drinks. Vash racks his gaze across the saloon, seeing the woman earlier chatting with one of her friends. She turns to glance at their table. Vash quickly looks away.
Vash swirls his drink. “If you want to talk to someone, don’t let me stop you.”
“Talk to someone?” Wolfwood echos, giving him an incredulous look. “Who am I talking to?”
Vash feels silly now. “The lady you were talking with at the bar.”
Wolfwood furrows his brows before his face lights up in understanding. “Oh, that.” He waves a hand. “It was annoying. She wouldn’t leave me alone.”
Annoying.
“Ah,” Vash says lamely. His back burns with embarrassment. “Maybe next time.”
Wolfwood gives him another look before going back to his drink. Vash continues to wallow in his thoughts about the kiss he witnessed.
The next time they’re at a tavern, there’s a live jazz band. Sitting by the bar, someone strolls up to them before they can finish their first drink.
“Care to dance, handsome?”
Vash holds his breath—her words are directed at Wolfwood.
“Uh.” Wolfwood looks conflicted, glancing back at Vash. “I’m fine, thanks.”
Vash elbows Wolfwood, coaxing him to stand before the woman can turn sad at the rejection. “Go have some fun! Can’t let a pretty lady down.” He gives him a big smile. “I’ll keep your seat warm.”
Wolfwood looks more confused than conflicted at Vash’s encouragement but quickly gulps his alcohol before standing, letting the woman guide him to the dancefloor beside the band.
Vash turns to his drink, smile gone. It’s better this way. He can’t let Wolfwood think he needs to be babysat and sacrifice having some fun. Wolfwood has a life of his own without him getting in the way.
He stares at his concoction of drink before downing it in one go. It burns his throat and engulfs his stomach in heat. He calls the bartender and orders a shot, downing that too and asking for another.
Vash decides to get drunk.
Seven shots later, Wolfwood comes back. “Spikey?”
With his head on the bar table, Vash squints up at Wolfwood. He smiles. “Heya, Wolfwood.”
Wolfwood stares at him, almost disappointed. “Are you drunk?”
“Maybe,” Vash singsongs. He’s tipsy at best. It takes more to get him drunk because of his unique physiology but Wolfwood doesn’t know that.
“That’s enough for you.” Wolfwood helps him stand with a hand under his arm. Vash stumbles, catching himself with an arm around Wolfwood’s shoulders. He takes a look at the man in front of him. His fringe is damp from dancing and he has a slight blush from exertion. Vash can’t resist anymore.
He remembers what that woman did the other day.
Vash plays the part of being extremely drunk and leans forward, accidentally kissing Wolfwood on the lips, off-center to top it off. Then he leans his forehead on his shoulder. “I’m tired,” he whines, pretending like nothing happened. His ears and face are red but that can be blamed on the alcohol.
Wolfwood doesn’t move for a couple of seconds too long. Vash tenses, bracing himself for whatever rejection or question he’ll get. He gets neither—Wolfwood wraps his arms around his waist.
“Okay, let’s get you to bed,” Wolfwood murmurs into his ear.
Vash’s skin burns where Wolfwood’s hands touch him and so does his face after hearing the soft tone in his voice.
Wolfwood guides him towards the doors of the bar and out into the cool night, heading towards their hotel room. Vash plays up the act that he’s clumsy for the sake of keeping Wolfwood’s arm around him. Inside the room, Wolfwood gently sits him on the sole bed. Wolfwood moves away to turn on the nightlight, illuminating the room in the dim glow. Vash starts to unbutton his coat but Wolfwood pushes his hands away to do it instead, gently sliding off his arms. Wolfwood also wordlessly takes off his boots and gear. Vash holds his breath until Wolfwood leaves him in his pants and undershirt.
Wolfwood presents his sleepwear, gazing with kind eyes that Vash can see without the help of the low lighting. “Do you need help?”
Vash takes his clothes. “I can do it,” he mumbles. He’d say yes if he weren’t furiously red from Wolfwood taking care of him. It’s not the first time Wolfwood has looked after him—patched up his wounds and made sure he eats—but this is new as if Vash is someone special. Wolfwood leaves him alone and heads to the bathroom to wash up. Vash quickly changes into his pajamas and crawls under the covers of the bed, curling up on his side.
After a while, the bathroom door opens and Wolfwood rummages around the room before climbing onto the bed behind him. With his back facing Wolfwood, Vash’s skin heats up from the warmth of his body sitting an inch away. The bed is not exactly big enough for both of them. Lying in silence, Vash waits for Wolfwood to fall asleep before following suit. The touch of Wolfwood’s lips on his lingers in his mind, leaving him wanting another taste.
Vash plays the same act again in a different town, in a different bar. This time, Wolfwood is by his side while he takes a couple of shots to get faux-drunk. The usual admirers are around gazing at the man beside him but Wolfwood only pays attention to him and listens to his chatter. The alcohol makes Vash fuzzy enough to lean his head on Wolfwood’s shoulder. He understands when people say alcohol provides liquid courage. Wolfwood wraps an arm around his waist and Vash couldn’t be happier.
Enough time passes and Wolfwood decides it’s time to head back to their hotel room. He nudges Vash’s side. “C’mon, let’s get going.”
Vash whines in protest, not moving from his favourite spot. Wolfwood tightens his arm around him and hauls him up to his side. Vash takes his chance, turning and bumping his lips against Wolfwood’s before pressing his face into his temple. Vash gets a silly sense of victory knowing others are watching.
Wolfwood doesn’t pause like last time. Instead, he huffs fondly, taking it in stride as he scratches Vash’s nape. It causes Vash’s face to blossom as he’s dragged to their room and helped with removing his gear like last time. They go to bed without incident, except for Wolfwood draping an arm over his middle in his sleep. Vash presses his body against his side in return.
When both men save a town from the Bad Lads Gang, folks invite them to their bar to celebrate. Vash indulges in drinking—it’s free after all—and Wolfwood drinks more than his usual one glass. They have some fun with the locals, chatting loudly and laughing, no one looking for his bounty. By the end of the night, Vash is more than just tipsy and exhausted. He’s pressed up against Wolfwood’s side as conversations quiet down. Wolfwood scratches his nape, making him sigh with contentment.
Standing up to retire for the night, Vash goes for the kill. This time, Wolfwood meets his lips. It’s a brief second but it leaves Vash dizzy—the alcohol isn’t helping—and thinking what was that?
He doesn’t get to think too long before Wolfwood tugs him to the hotel room. Like times before, Wolfwood carefully sits him down on the bed. Vash doesn’t try to unbutton his coat when Wolfwood does it for him. It doesn’t stop there. Wolfwood helps change him into his pajamas and guides him to the bathroom to freshen up before sleeping. After tucking Vash into bed, Wolfwood sits at the edge of the bed and cards his fingers into Vash’s hair before leaving to get ready for bed. Vash almost cries by the end of all.
When Vash is close to dozing off, he feels the bed dip next to him followed by an arm draped over his middle. Wolfwood shuffles close and tucks his face into his hair. They both fall asleep pressed to each other.
Wolfwood doesn’t talk about the kiss and neither does Vash, going about their days as if nothing happened. Though, Vash's mind still lingers on the touch of Wolfwood’s lips. He subtly (or not) gazes at them when Wolfwood isn’t looking.
Time goes on without incident—or kisses—as they journey from town to town until they end up at a bar where their positions are reversed. Instead of Wolfwood getting gawked at, it's him.
The bar is upscale and more on the fancy end of the bars they've come across. There's music, waiter service, and no sign of alcohol stains. It's a tad too classy for people like them. Vash is used to having eyes on him—red coat, lost tech arm, the bounty—but the looks here happen few and far between. Being an object of someone’s desire doesn’t cross his mind when he drifts from place to place and is unwanted by most of humanity. He knows he’s being stared at by a couple of patrons looking to chat or dance with him. Maybe he suits this town's type? Wolfwood notices it too, alert for any hostile intentions from the way his legging is jumping under the table. He’s also noticeably grumpy.
One of the lookers gets brave enough to approach him when Wolfwood leaves him for a moment to head toward the bar to refill his drink. Vash hand tenses around his half-finished drink, bracing himself and plastering on a smile.
The lady sits in the empty chair next to him, giving him all her attention with her body turned towards him. “Hi darling, all alone?”
They both know he isn't alone.
Vash resists the urge to rub his nape but gives her his attention too, mimicking her posture. “Sorry, I'm with a friend.”
“A pity,” she hums, glancing back at where Wolfwood is standing across the bar. She rests her hand over his on the table, implying her intentions but loose if he wants to pull back. “A pretty thing like you should be the center of one’s attention.”
He doesn’t know whether she is referring to Wolfwood or being rhetorical. If you ask him, he’s the center of attention a bit too much for being a known outlaw.
Vash flushes light at the compliment and chuckles. “Thank you, I’m not all that special.” Especially the scars.
“Of course you are,” she says before giving him a thoughtful look. “Care for a dance with me? I would love to see more of your smile.”
Vash’s smile is straining. “Sorry, but I’m here just to relax for tonight. Maybe another time.”
Usually a simple no works, but this is the pushy type. “Nonsense, a dance would do you some good.”
She reaches her other hand towards him, aiming for either his face or neck, he doesn’t know, before someone stops her by grabbing her wrist.
“Hands off,” Wolfwood growls.
Vash stills as they stare each other down.
Then the woman shrugs, pulling away and standing up. “If you don't want anyone taking a catch like him, at least make it known to others.”
Wolfwood continues glaring at her in response.
She turns towards Vash. “If you ever want to dance let me know.” She leaves their table and heads back to join her friends across the bar.
Wolfwood grunts as he sits down with his drink. The exchange has worsened his mood so Vash leaves him be, sipping the remains of his forgotten drink and gazing at the cheerful ambience of the bar. Wolfwood stays quiet as he stares down any other brave souls looking to approach them. Vash notices some eyes peek their way.
Vash is startled out of his thoughts when a waiter sets a glass in front of him. The liquid inside is a mixture of pink and orange decorated with a fruit garnish sitting on the glass edge. Vash gawks at it before turning to look at Wolfwood who’s busy sipping his drink and pointedly ignores him.
“Got you another one of those weird drinks,” is all Wolfwood says.
Vash lets out a laugh, embarrassed that Wolfwood ordered another drink for him. He elbows Wolfwood’s side. “You spoil me.”
“Quit it,” Wolfwood grumbles. He’s just as embarrassed.
Vash happily drinks his cocktail, tasting the citrusy flavour, one of the better ones he’s had. Wolfwood’s mood lightens up after a while as the conversation earlier becomes easily forgotten, less huffy and tense.
With his mind back on the lady, Vash might've said yes to avoid hurting her feelings. He could tell she didn't have any malicious intentions, which made him wince that he refused. Maybe in a different time, he would've said yes. He should probably thank Wolfwood for being direct in his stead.
“Uhm, thanks for intervening earlier,” Vash murmurs, “and for the drink. It’s good.”
Wolfwood waves it off. “Sure, no problem.”
Other folks still look his way, but Vash is too focused on the man beside him.
Another time they save a town, Wolfwood joins him in celebration by drinking. He keeps up with Vash on the number of shots he’s taken (eight?) and lets loose. Vash really likes the sound of his laugh and the way he smiles, shaped like a grin, especially when it’s directed at him. Everyone around them is having a good time too—chatting, dancing, drinking—and no one is giving them a look as they stay in their own little bubble.
They’re pressed to each other as always, giggling as they gossip. Wolfwood makes a comment about someone’s dancing and Vash elbows him and tells him don’t be mean but giggles anyway. He tells Wolfwood about the different dancing styles Earth had and some of them managed to get passed down over the generations. Wolfwood hums along as he continues to drink and listens.
With a lull in the conversation, Vash gazes across the bar, swaying as he enjoys the energy of the place and the music. The alcohol along with his companion makes him feel warm.
“Hey.”
Vash looks at Wolfwood who’s standing and reaching out a hand.
“Do you want to dance?”
Vash blinks before grinning, taking his hand. “Do you even know how to dance?”
Wolfwood shrugs and pulls him towards the dancing crowd. “Can’t be too hard.”
Wolfwood is a novice but it doesn’t matter when they're in a room full of drunkards. He’s also a fast learner when Vash tells him the basics, putting a hand on his waist as he leads him. What Vash doesn’t expect is Wolfwood to take off once he decides he’s done learning, taking the lead by reversing their positions and wrapping his arm around his back. Vash has no choice but to happily follow.
The live band plays an upbeat tune. Both men shuffle across the floor, twirling between other couples. Vash concentrates on his footing as he’s distracted by Wolfwood who looks back with a wide grin. Wolfwood squeezes his waist, pulling him closer to his chest. Vash flushes, feeling the heat of Wolfwood’s body through their clothes.
The dance ends with Wolfwood dipping him backwards—he did not teach him that—leaving Vash to wrap his arms around his neck. Both of them catch their breaths as they gaze into each other’s eyes. Vash could kiss him but he doesn’t when Wolfwood is staring at him like he might do the same. He’s drunk, stop it.
They both stand upright when the music changes to something slower. Vash gets hit with lightheadedness from the alcohol and the dancing.
Wolfwood notices. “Done for the night?”
“Yeah.” Vash wipes his forehead before beaming. “That was fun.”
Wolfwood mirrors his expression.
They leave the bar and make their way to the town’s inn. Wolfwood keeps a warm hand on his back as they giggle and stumble into their room. They finally break apart when the door closes. Vash stands in the middle of the room while Wolfwood removes his blazer and drapes it over a chair. Turning, he stares at Wolfwood who lifts his gaze at him. Vash stares for too long, studying his kind eyes, the sweat making his face shine, and his lips. He steps in front of Wolfwood. Vash isn’t drunk enough to be very brave about what he’s about to do.
Vash kisses him; Wolfwood reciprocates.
Wolfwood cups his jaw and tilts his head to angle the kiss better, swiping his tongue across Vash’s lips. Vash parts his lips to let him inside. A hand holds the small of Vash’s back, making him sigh into Wolfwood’s mouth. He had only dreamt of being held like this.
Once Wolfwood gets a taste of him, he leaves his mouth to trail kisses along his jaw before down his neck. A hard kiss that turns into a bite on sensitive skin causes Vash to whine. His next pant is muffled as Wolfwood goes straight back to his lips again to swallow the noises he’s making. Vash grips the collar of Wolfwood’s shirt and pushes his tongue against his.
Oh god, he’s kissing Wolfwood while he’s drunk.
Vash sobers up, breaking the kiss and stepping back. Wolfwood’s lips shine with spit. His probably looks no different.
“Spikey?”
Vash waves his hands “I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that. You’re drunk.”
Wolfwood makes a face. “Are you drunk?”
“No.” He has to tell him. “I don’t stay drunk or tipsy for long since I’m a y’know.” He waves his hands around. “Plant.”
“Huh,” Wolfwood says, “I’m not drunk either.”
Vash gapes. “What? That’s not—you drank a lot for a normal person!”
Wolfwood pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, about that. I’m not some normal person. My body eats alcohol.”
Right, Vash forgot about that little detail about him—his funky metabolism and body modifications. They kissed each other without the alcohol motivating their actions.
Wolfwood crosses his arms. “None of us are drunk so what's the problem?”
“Uh.” It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was content with not crossing the boundaries of their companionship.
Before he can respond, Wolfwood’s face lits up, realizing something. “You weren’t drunk those times you kissed me before.”
A statement Vash can’t deny. He feels very silly now he’s exposed. And stupid for taking advantage of the alcohol to do that to Wolfwood. He plays with his hands, head hanging low. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that to you.”
Wolfwood grabs his wrist, making him look up. “I like you, you idiot. What’re you sorry for?”
Vash blinks wetly at him. “For kissing you?”
Wolfwood frowns. Then, he pecks him on the lips, making Vash dumbfounded. “There, we’re even.”
Vash chokes on a strained laugh. “That’s not how it works, dummy.”
“Fine.” Wolfwood cups his face and kisses him, wasting no time to pick up where they left off as he licks inside his mouth to get another taste. Vash lets him, throwing his arms around Wolfwood’s shoulders to drag him closer. Wolfwood pets his sides before he squeezes them, making Vash arch into the touch. They shuffle towards the bed.
When Vash’s knees hit the edge of the bed, he remembers he didn’t tell Wolfwood his feelings. He didn’t say it back.
“Mm—Wait!” Vash taps Wolfwood on the bicep to get his attention.
Wolfwood pulls back, frown appearing again. “Something wrong? We don’t have to do anything.”
“No! I mean, I wanted to say I like you too!”
Wolfwood blinks. “You interrupt me for that?”
Vash pouts.
Wolfwood sighs. “I hear yeah.”
They go right back to kissing, slower this time. Wolfwood dips to kiss the space between his ear and jaw, causing Vash to release a pleased sigh. The hands on Vash’s waist move to work his coat open, popping open the rows of buttons before it’s discarded on the ground. Vash does the same to Wolfwood, unfastening the buttons before sliding his hands under the fabric to grip shoulder muscles. Wolfwood pulls away to get his underarmour off and latches back onto his neck after it’s discarded on top of the red coat. Vash groans when a pair of hands grope his chest, a thumb rubbing his right nipple just as Wolfwood nips his neck to leave a mark. Vash rubs his thighs when the wetness between his legs grows. Before Vash can ask for a timeout, a light push has him sprawled on the bed, leaving him dazed as he looks up at Wolfwood who gives him a carnal look.
“Pretty thing.”
Vash lets out a nervous laugh, wanting to argue. “I’m not—” His scars are anything but pretty.
Hands hold his sides again. Wolfwood leans down to kiss the skin below his belly. “Pretty,” he whispers.
Vash doesn’t argue back this time when all he can do is swallow the whine that threatens to spill from his lips. Heat spreads through his body from where Wolfwood is touching him and pools between his legs. Wolfwood slides his hands down to his hips, undoing the belt sitting there and slipping his pants down his legs, removing his boots and gear to leave him only in his briefs. There’s no doubt Wolfwood can see the wet patch on the fabric.
Vash forgot the part where he’s supposed to tell Wolfwood about lacking a dick. It soon doesn’t matter when Wolfwood holds the back of his thighs, spreading them so he can plant a kiss right at his core over the fabric. Vash gives an embarrassing weak thrust towards Wolfwood’s mouth. He feels Wolfwood grin against him.
Wolfwood glides his hands to Vash’s hips over the hem of his briefs. “Can I take these off?”
“Yes,” Vash croaks.
The underwear is removed, exposing his wet cunt. Wolfwood lets out an appreciative hum as he grazes a thumb along his slit before skimming up to roll his clit in small circles.
Vash trembles at the touch, causing more slick to drip out of him. “When did you—” He was under the impression that Wolfwood had little experience or at least performed with some semblance of uncertainty but no, he carries himself with purpose. Or maybe he’s too eager for anything Wolfwood will give him to really pay attention.
“I don’t got much,” Wolfwood says, looking between Vash’s legs. “You?”
It’s unfair how he throws the question back at him just before diving down to press hard kisses along his dripping cunt, making Vash throw his head back and release the small whine he was holding back.
“Not—” He’s cut off by a moan when Wolfwood gives a harsh suck on clit, making his brain short-circuit when pleasure shoots through his nerves, making him buck. The room flickers with blue light that vanishes when Wolfwood releases his clit. Wolfwood gives him a look of surprise just as Vash hides his face with his hands.
“Can you let me speak?” Vash whines.
Wolfwood snorts. “Sorry.” He’s not sorry. “I like the light show though.”
Of course he does, sounding too pleased that he caused Vash to lose a grip on himself and flash Plant markings.
Vash huffs. “I was saying, I don’t have a lot of experience either.” He dabbled with only a few partners a long time ago, realizing he didn’t get much satisfaction out of it when he had to worry about his markings so he opts to use his hands nowadays.
“I guess we’re even.” Wolfwood leans in to lick across his slit, holding his thighs down when Vash squirms.
Vash lays back and lets Wolfwood get to work. His cunt is lavished with laps and kisses and the occasional tongue slipping inside, creating a mess of slick and saliva. The heat of his mouth has Vash panting up at the ceiling, gripping the bedsheets as he squeezes around Wolfwood’s tongue. He jerks his hips when his cunt spasms. His orgasm is fast approaching.
“Wolfwood, I’m—” Vash lets go of the sheets to grab Wolfwood’s hair, intending to pull him off, wanting to wait a little longer until Wolfwood fucks him. He doesn’t get the chance to when it spurs Wolfwood to thrust his tongue inside him faster. A thumb joins his mouth, stroking his clit to get him off quicker. Vash can only cry out with one hand gripping the sheets and hair in the other as he comes, wetting Wolfwood’s face. The room lights up again with his Plant glow.
When Vash opens his eyes, he sees Wolfwood gazing at him with a soft smile despite the mess he made with that same mouth.
“Do I need to ask if I was good?” Wolfwood questions, his soft smile turning cheeky.
Vash gives him a weak kick to his side before making a grabbing motion with his hands. Wolfwood obliges, shuffling up the bed to hover over him. His unbuttoned shirt hangs over him, giving Vash a view of his chest damp with sweat. Vash holds his face in his hands and drags him down for a kiss. He feels Wolfwood’s cock pressing to his stomach and arches into it, making Wolfwood grunt in his mouth.
“Can you fuck me now?” Vash asks after the sweet kiss.
Wolfwood snorts at his crudeness. “If I must.” He pulls away to work his pants open, kicking them off along with his boxers. Wolfwood breathes a sigh of relief when his cock is freed. Looking at its thickness, Vash is glad he came first or he wouldn’t last an inch of his cock inside.
Wolfwood comes back to hover above him with a hand bracketing his head. His shirt still hangs over him like a curtain. Vash shivers when Wolfwood uses his other hand to gather the slick leaking out of his cunt to smear across his shaft before lining up. His breath hitches when Wolfwood’s cock grazes his cunt. He feels nervous all of a sudden.
“Ready?” Wolfwood kisses the sweat on his brow.
“Yeah, just, go slow. Please.”
Wolfwood presses another kiss to his face before shuffling forward, pushing the head of his cock past his folds. The stretch has Vash spreading his legs wider as he squeezes around the cockhead. Wolfwood groans above him, stilling his movements.
“Relax,” Wolfwood murmurs against his temple.
Vash wraps his arms and legs around Wolfwood to ground himself, forcing himself to relax. “Sorry, continue.”
Wolfwood nuzzles the side of his face and moves again. Vash closes his eyes to concentrate on not putting his cock in a vice grip. He manages to relax his walls long enough for Wolfwood to bottom out that leaves him breathless and cunt throbbing from the overwhelming feeling of being filled. His mouth hangs open to get gulps of air while Wolfwood pecks him across his face as he waits.
“You can move,” Vash rasps, attempting a small jerk of his hips. He feels Wolfwood’s cock pushing against his walls.
Wolfwood braces his forearms on the bed. He pulls his cock out halfway before pushing into his cunt, gauging Vash’s reaction. The thrust has Vash letting out a moan. Wolfwood pushes his hips into him again and receives the same response.
“Angel,” Wolfwood calls, nosing along his jaw.
Vash clenches hearing the endearing pet name, dripping slick between their bodies. He drags a hand upward to grip Wolfwood’s hair when he feels teeth graze his neck, encouraging more pressure. Wolfwood works bruises into his skin as his hips set a faster pace. Vash writhes underneath Wolfwood’s weight and holds on to take what he’s given.
Wolfwood leans back on his knees, gripping Vash’s hips and pulls him onto his lap to fuck him properly. The angle has Vash arching when Wolfwood’s cock hits deep inside his cunt, arms falling back to grip the pillow behind him while getting fucked so well.
“So good for me,” Wolfwood tells him, hands pawing Vash’s hips and thighs.
Vash’s walls pulse at the praise, tears prickling his eyes as he approaches his peak again.
Wolfwood notices. “You like that?” He coos, sounding smug.
Vash nods with a flush blooming down his body. “Nick, please.”
A hot hand drags up Vash’s front to squeeze his right pec. Vash arches into it.
“Pretty,” Wolfwood says, grinding his cock into his cunt. “Taking me so well.”
Vash gasps. “Wolfwood—”
Wolfwood’s hand slides back down between their bodies to play with his swollen clit, stroking it hard and fast. He leans down to whisper in Vash’s ear, “Come pretty on my cock, sweetheart.”
And Vash does, coming with a sob, gushing slick between their legs, skin lighting up again with blue patterns. Wolfwood fucks him through release until he comes a few thrusts later, groaning as he spills his seed. Vash purrs at the warmth spreading inside his cunt. Kisses are pressed to his face when Wolfwood pulls out, making him cringe in his blissful haze when slick and come drips out of him. He whines when the heat of Wolfwood’s body moves away but he quickly comes back, bringing a towel with him. Wolfwood rubs the fabric along his thighs and slit, cleaning his skin of fluids. Vash turns to his side when Wolfwood settles next to him and wraps his limbs around him.
Wolfwood pets his back. “Good?”
Vash hums in agreement, nuzzling into Wolfwood’s jaw. There’s a moment of silence as breaths wind down, relishing the warmth of their bodies until Wolfwood breaks it.
“Now you can stop giving me sad looks across the bar.”
“I was not giving any sad looks.”
The next time they’re at a bar, everyone knows not to approach them when all their attention is on each other.