Vash is running an errand in town when he sees it.
He stops briefly in front of a lingerie shop. It opened just last month, and it has a happy clientele, seeing as customers walk in and out of the store. What catches his eye is the outfit displayed on a mannequin behind the glass display.
It’s a white two-piece lingerie with rows of straps that hug the mannequin’s body. Pieces of lace sit on the thighs and frame the collar and chest, and the front is left exposed. Vash thinks the outfit is very pretty.
He wants to wear it.
Vash quickly dashes the thought away, reddening at the image of him trying the outfit on, and walks away to carry out his errand. He’s got to grab the baking supplies he promised Melanie so they can bake cookies for the kids.
He comes back a week later and enters the lingerie shop with one thing in mind: try on that outfit.
Vash acts fast to grab it in one of the aisles and try it on in the changing room. After figuring out how to put it on and tugging it on his body, the lingerie fits. He examines himself in the mirror in front of him, turning around to see the way the straps hug his frame and frame his chest. The white is a stark contrast to his jet-black hair. With only his underwear on, he shivers.
It wraps perfectly around his body, scars and all.
Vash quickly changes back into his clothes and buys the lingerie while willing away the flush on his face as he purchases it. The lady at the cashier happily assists him, packing the lingerie in a box, and bidding him goodbye when he leaves.
At the orphanage, he strides towards his bedroom without running into anyone, only saying a quick hello to Melanie who’s in the kitchen. Luckily, the kids are busy playing in the courtyard and Wolfwood and Livio are busy building a wooden bed frame at the other end of the building. In the room, he places the box on the bed and opens it to look down at his new purchase.
He doesn’t know when he’ll get the confidence to wear it. Wolfwood might like it—he hopes Wolfwood likes it. He can show the outfit off to him. The thought makes Vash's breath quicken. He has to hide the box.
Maybe it’ll come into use one day.
The sound of approaching footsteps alerts Vash.
“Spikey, you in there?” Wolfwood calls.
Vash hides the box under the bed before Wolfwood shows up.
He ends up forgetting to store it somewhere else before Wolfwood finds it.
After helping Melanie tuck the kids to bed, Vash comes back to the bedroom to find Wolfwood staring down at the box, now opened, where his lingerie sits. Wolfwood looks up when he hears Vash stop at the doorway. Vash’s face turns red at being caught.
“Is this yours?” Wolfwood asks.
“Uh—” Vash stammers, closing the door behind him. There’s no hiding from Wolfwood. “Yes, it is.”
Wolfwood glances down at the lingerie. “Where did you buy it?”
Vash clasps his hands, playing with his fingers. “That store across the tailor shop. I—I liked it, so I bought it.”
Wolfwood hums, looking up into his eyes. “Can you show me how it looks on you?”
Vash sucks in a breath at the request, mind growing heady at the thought of wearing the lingerie and showing off to Wolfwood. “Okay.”
Wolfwood hands him the box and Vash heads towards the bathroom to change. Closing the door, he sheds his clothes, neatly folding them on the counter before turning towards the box. He takes out lingerie and gets to work, stepping into the leg holes and sliding the top piece down his torso, arranging the straps across his body. Adjusting the collar, Vash looks into the mirror to find anything out of place. The lingerie hugs his body the same way just days ago. This time, he isn’t wearing underwear.
Calming his nerves with deep breaths, Vash opens the bathroom door. Wolfwood looks up from where he’s sitting at the foot of the bed. He gazes at Vash with wide eyes, mouth slightly open in awe. Vash keeps his arms by his side, resisting the hurt to cover himself under the attention.
Wolfwood soon recovers and motions with a hand. “C’mere.”
Vash takes a few steps forward until he’s standing in front of Wolfwood. Hands cup his waist as Wolfwood leans forward to kiss the space between the top and bottom piece of his lingerie, above his belly button.
“Gorgeous,” Wolfwood murmurs. He slides his hands up and down his sides in appreciation before pulling away to look at him with adoration. The heat of his hands and the light in his eyes has Vash trembling in anticipation.
Wolfwood draws him forward until Vash climbs on the bed on his knees, hovering above him. The straps around his thighs pull taut over his skin as he spreads his legs. Wolfwood showers him with kisses between the straps, across his sternum, and up towards his lips. Vash holds on to Wolfwood’s shoulders as a tongue licks into his mouth. Strong arms wrap around his frame and lift him, holding him until he’s settled against the pillows.
Wolfwood pulls away from his mouth. “I want you to lie back and relax. Can you do that for me?”
A small part of Vash wants to argue, wants to give something back to Wolfwood for all the lavishing. He ultimately resigns to his fate of wanting to please. “Okay.”
Wolfwood kisses him on the lips as his reward. “Gonna spoil you.”
The promise makes Vash breathe a little bit deeper.
Wolfwood sets off on his journey down Vash’s front, kissing between the straps of the lingerie until he reaches his stomach. Vash lets out a confused noise when Wolfwood leans back to sit by his feet. Wolfwood cups one of his ankles with a hand and gently places his foot over his lap. His other hand thumb rubs into the pad, causing Vash to jerk at the sudden pressure. A kiss is dropped on the tip of his foot in apology as Wolfwood digs into his sole. Wolfwood’s strong hands make excellent work of massaging his foot, carefully working over the arch before they reach his leg and knead his calf.
Wolfwood is purposely dragging this out.
His hands move back down Vash’s leg to his foot to massage the underside of his foot again. The callouses on Wolfwood’s hands give Vash goosebumps, making him breathe a little bit deeper. Wolfwood’s hands on him always cause his blood to rush.
Once his foot is cared for, Wolfwood places a kiss over the arch and lays his foot on the bed. He turns to Vash’s other foot and places it on his lap to give it the same attention, digging into his sole to work out the knots before massaging up to his calf. Wolfwood’s hands do a good job but are tantalizing in the way they make Vash’s patience wane.
Vash is turned on for only receiving a foot massage. He feels slick dribble from his exposed cunt that Wolfwood choices to ignore.
“Nick,” he whines.
Wolfwood places a kiss over his foot before letting it rest on the bed. He gazes at Vash with amusement. “Patience. I’ll give you what you want.”
Vash has no doubt he will.
Wolfwood crawls up the bed to give attention to the rest of his body. He kisses up Vash’s knee and thigh to reach his sternum. Moving further up, Wolfwood places his mouth on his right shoulder over an old scar before kissing his way down his arm. His mouth leaves tingles behind like a brand. Vash holds his breath when Wolfwood holds his hand up just as his mouth reaches his wrist.
Wolfwood kisses his knuckles before he gazes at him with fondness. “Pretty angel.”
Vash lets out a shaky breath. The term of endearment goes straight to his head, quelling the part of him that wants to put up a fight and deny it. Instead, it brings out a voice that tells him he is pretty. He’s pretty in the white lingerie for Wolfwood to feast on. An angel under his mercy.
Wolfwood smiles like he’s teasing, knowing the effect it has on him. He moves his mouth away from his hand to hone in on his neck, nuzzling before using his teeth to work a bruise on his skin. Vash pants while Wolfwood leave marks, bearing his neck to give him more room. A harsh bite to his pulse has Vash whimpering before Wolfwood leans back to admire the dark marks. The sting of Wolfwood’s possessiveness throbs along with his quickened heartbeat.
Wolfwood doesn’t leave him alone for long, hovering over his tummy, biting the soft skin there but not as harsh. His mouth reaches lower until he stops just below his belly button where short tufts of white feathers decorate his skin before he pulls away. Vash clamps his mouth when a protest almost leaves his lips, wanting Wolfwood’s mouth to go lower where he wants him the most.
Amusement sparkles in Wolfwood’s eyes, noticing his efforts to stay quiet. Instead of using his mouth, he drags his thumb across Vash’s wet slit. “Gorgeous down here too.”
A whine bubbles in Vash's throat at the compliment, thighs shaking as slick drips out of his hole. Wolfwood splays his hands on Vash’s thighs and spreads them, presenting his cunt. The stretch makes the straps around his thighs dig into his skin.
Wolfwood pets the inside of his thighs before squeezing them. “Keep them open for me.”
Vash stays good and doesn’t move his legs when Wolfwood leans down and tickles his cunt with a breath. He does make a sound when Wolfwood licks up his slit to his clit, choking when heat rushes to his groin. Vash shuts his eyes as Wolfwood sucks his clit and does his best to keep his hips still.
“So good for me,” Wolfwood praises, hot breath fanning his entrance before diving back in.
Vash looks down to see Wolfwood gazing at him. He can’t keep his eyes open for long when Wolfwood laps his cunt with strong strokes, kissing his folds before thrusting his tongue inside. Wolfwood uses his hands to spread his thighs further to reach the place that makes Vash writhe. Vash grasps the bedsheets, unable to resist squirming or dripping slick when Wolfwood’s tongue massages his pulsing walls. He clenches around the hot muscle, letting out a whine. A few tears collect in his eyes as he approaches his peak.
Wolfwood hums, sending vibrations into his core. He also doubles his efforts to work him open, fondling his folds and making a wet mess. When Wolfwood sucks his clit again, Vash comes with a gasp. Stray tears fall as he rolls his hips a few times and soaks Wolfwood’s face with slick. Strands of feathers jut out from his pleasure, leaving dusts of white across his skin that match the white of the lingerie.
Wolfwood laps his spent away until he’s left shivering in overstimulation with no more slick to give. Lips press above his mound before Wolfwood moves away to drag his hands across his thighs to soothe him.
Before Vash can recover, one hand slides inwards to his swollen cunt. He can’t help but jerk when fingers tickle his slit, coating them with his slick before two digits slip inside. Vash groans from the stretch of Wolfwood’s thick fingers. He pants up at the ceiling while he adjusts to the thickness.
Wolfwood kisses his stomach. “I want you nice and wet for me, okay?”
Vash frantically nods. He can do that. He can be good.
Wolfwood keeps his fingers inside, not moving until Vash becomes restless with his cunt throbbing and slick dribbling around them. Vash watches Wolfwood shuffle up the bed to hover over his chest. Wolfwood shoots him a smile, mouth wet from his slick, before resting his hot hand over his right pec. Vash’s breath hitches when his rough palm grazes his nipple.
Wolfwood squeezes the underside of his tit, making his nipple erect before he presses his lips over it. Vash groans and grasps the bedsheets when Wolfwood’s tongue plays with his nipple, followed by sucking on it. Vash can’t help but arch his back for more, tangling his fingers into Wolfwood’s hair. Wolfwood begins to fuck him with his fingers while suckling on his chest.
Vash can’t be good enough to keep quiet or not move, whining when Wolfwood curls his fingers or uses teeth on his nipple. The tears come back, enough for them to cascade down his cheeks as he’s left to lie down and take whatever Wolfwood will give him.
“Wolfwood,” Vash pleads.
Wolfwood hums and adds a third finger to stuff his pulsing cunt. Vash jerks his hips as his orgasm approaches again. A hard bite around his nipple has him spilling over the edge, slick spilling past Wolfwood’s fingers and on the sheets. His senses fade as he falls into the hot embrace of pleasure. He trembles until Wolfwood pulls away from his sensitive body to pet his sides while he cools down. The shivers are replaced with a pleasant hum as he comes back to awareness, purring in the afterglow.
Vash opens his eyes to find Wolfwood resting his forehead against his, giving him a soft look.
“Good?” Wolfwood asks, stroking the plumage on his cheek with a thumb.
“Mm-hm.” Vash shifts to nuzzle into Wolfwood’s palm.
Wolfwood soon leans away to work his belt open and remove his clothes. Vash watches his cock spring free once the pants are gone, eyeing the leaking red tip. Wolfwood grips his thighs, fingers digging into his skin and over the lingerie as he shuffles closer to nudge his cock against his folds. He slides into his cunt with little resistance.
Vash’s purring intensifies at the fullness, squeezing around Wolfwood’s length, heady from the heat filling him up. He blinks up at Wolfwood who stares at him with hunger, eyes skimming across his body to examine his handiwork where the bruises mingle with feathers and sweat. Vash preens under the gaze.
Wolfwood leans down to nip his lips. “Should I reward you for being so good for me?”
Vash bobs his head, greedy for more. Wolfwood gives him a sweet kiss before pulling out his cock and driving back inside. Vash moans, clutching the sheets when Wolfwood sets a strong pace, making the lingerie rub against his skin from each thrust. Wolfwood teases him by grinding his hips, cock reaching deep inside that has Vash arching. His cunt hugs Wolfwood’s length as he’s filled over and over again. He’s being fucked so well, so full.
Wolfwood leans in to lick his neck, then bites down. Vash whines and jerks at the pain shooting down his body, causing slick to pool between his legs.
“So pretty. Taking it like a princess,” Wolfwood growls into his neck.
Vash answers with a hard squeeze, whimpering when it gets Wolfwood to slam his hips and suck another mark on his skin. He’s pretty.
The feathers on Vash’s skin ruffle in tandem with the jolts of pleasure. His gut tightens, walls fluttering as his peak approaches quickly. Wolfwood fucks him faster and releases one of his thighs to slide between their bodies and jerk his clit with hard strokes. Vash clutches onto Wolfwood’s back with fingers digging into his skin.
“Nico,” Vash sobs.
Wolfwood hovers over his lips as he grinds his cock deep inside him. “I'm right here, darling.”
It pushes Vash over the edge. Slick spills between their bodies from his release as his mind slips away, holding onto Wolfwood as shockwaves overcome his senses. Wolfwood fucks him through the bliss until he comes, flooding his cunt with his seed. It pushes Vash to spurt more wetness before he lays limp.
It’s quiet while Vash basks in his hazy headspace to catch his breath. He feels Wolfwood pull out, making him squirm from the fluids dripping out of his cunt but soon relaxes when a kiss is pressed to his cheek. The heat of Wolfwood’s leaves for a moment before it returns, accompanied by the cool touch of a towel on his fevered skin. Wolfwood cleans him of sweat and fluids, dragging the towel across his sweaty face and between his legs. Vash purrs anew under the care.
After his skin is cleaned, Wolfwood slides the bottom half of the lingerie off his body before removing the top half. Vash remains pliant in his hands as his limbs are moved around. Wolfwood lies next to him, wrapping his arms around his middle to pull him close and noses along his temple. One of his hands pet the feathers adorning his side. Vash turns and rests his forehead against Wolfwood.
“That was nice,” Vash murmurs.
Wolfwood chuckles. “Had to treat you for looking all dolled up for me.”
Vash flushes while Wolfwood skims his fingers across his skin. “Maybe I’ll do it more often.”
“I’d like that,” Wolfwood says before dropping a kiss on his forehead.
A week later, Wolfwood surprises him with a new outfit to try on.