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“Wolfwood? You alright?”
Wolfwood was not alright.
“Yeah, sorry. I was just,” the words died on his tongue as he raked his eyes over Vash, gaze latching onto his lips before he grunted. “Thinking about something.”
It wasn’t a lie, not really. Wolfwood had been thinking, thinking a lot for the past day or two. It started with Vash telling a stupid joke, regular banter like always. It was almost embarrassing how much Wolfwood thought about it.
“ You suck ” was all Wolfwood had said, and Vash had only replied with “ you wish ”, and it had been enough to make him crumble.
God, he really did wish. Ever since those words his mind had been riddled with thoughts not appropriate for any situation except for when he was alone in bed or in the shower. Images of Vash on his knees, tongue out and drool dripping from his chin, face flushed in anticipation. Vash with a mouth full of his cock, eyelashes fluttering as he tried to look up and Wolfwood. Wolfwood coming all over Vash’s face–
“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that, are you?”
The noise of the street they were walking on crashed him back to reality, and with a small shake of his head he looked over to Vash, whose face was unstained and cheeks only mildly flushed from the heat of the setting suns. “No,” Wolfwood insisted again, hiking up the punisher on his back and reprimanding himself as his gaze lingered at Vash’s waist, more lewd thoughts crowding his mind. “It’s getting late, let’s get back to our room.”
Vash oohed at his choice of words, draping himself over Wolfwood’s shoulder and poking his chin. “Trying to make moves on me, are you?”
“I don’t have to make moves anymore,” Wolfwood snarked back, smiling at Vash who looked a little caught off guard as he wrapped his free hand around his waist. “I already have you.”
Vash pouted and leaned his head on Wolfwood’s shoulder. “Don’t have to be so loud when you say stuff like that,” he moped, and Wolfwood just hummed in response. They walked together in tandem, all until Vash spotted a bar bustling with life. Quickly, he detached himself. “Wolfwood, just one drink before we settle? Pretty please?”
Wolfwood stared at Vash who now had a pleading look on his face, bottom lip jutted out and hands clasped tight as he looked at the clergyman.
“Yeah yeah,” Wolfwood said hurriedly before his thoughts could wander further. “But only one drink, okay?”
The blond made a noise of victory, grabbing Wolfwood by his free hand and dragging him into the pub.
They sat down right by the counter, Wolfwood taking the opportunity to lean The Punisher against the wall he sat by, groaning as he got some reprieve from the day’s activity. Vash sat down right next to him, almost bouncing in excitement. Quickly Wolfwood ordered a scotch, sighing as it was served to him. Vash had actually asked for a menu, and he hummed as he read through all their options.
A gasp caught his attention. “Wolfwood, look! They have milkshakes,” Vash said in amazement, ogling the price of it as he gnawed on his lip.
“Not everyday you see that,” Wolfwood agreed, snatching the menu and looking at it. It truly was pricey, but he gave Vash a sly smile nonetheless. “Go ahead and order it, sugar. This one’s on me.”
Vash looked at him with huge eyes, cheeks tinged just the slightest shade of pink. “Wolfwood,” he all but sobbed out, leaning over to hug his companion which made both of them laugh. “How can I ever repay you?”
The answer was on the tip of his tongue, and Wolfwood quickly put his glass to his lips to silence himself. “Nothing needed,” he gritted out, mind still reeling with dirty images of a dishevelled blond underneath him. “You gotta treat yourself sometimes, right?”
Vash placed the order with a huge smile, and Wolfwood decided then and there that it was worth every double dollar.
The glass was placed in front of Vash a couple of minutes later– a sweet pink drink with whipped cream on top, a stripy straw put into the middle of it. Vash’s eyes sparkled as he turned to show it to Wolfwood who smiled back. “You gotta let me taste a little,” he bargained, and the blond immediately pulled it close to himself again.
“No way! At least let me drink some of it first.”
Wolfwood laughed and shrugged, watching Vash take the first sip, eyes zeroing in on how his pink lips closed around the straw and how he closed his eyes as he took the sip, licking his lips once he had swallowed. Heat rose to his cheeks as he watched, Vash blissfully unaware of what he was doing to his partner.
“Delicious,” he sighed happily, resting his elbows on the counter. He brought his intact hand up to the glass, taking off a little whipped cream from the top and licking it off from his finger, his smile growing as he did. Wolfwood was staring so hard he hoped no other patrons noticed. “I guess I’ll let you have some,” Vash finally conceded, turning his body towards Wolfwood and scooting the glass closer. “Don’t drink too much of it.”
Wolfwood swallowed as his eyes flickered down to the drink. He leaned forward, placing one hand on Vash’s thigh to steady himself as he grabbed the straw with his other hand. It tasted good but extremely sweet, something that definitely suited Vash’s taste. He let go of the straw but kept his hand on Vash’s thigh, and the man didn’t object. “Tasty,” he said simply, chasing the milkshake down with a swig of his own scotch.
“Mhm! If you really want you can have more.”
Wolfwood chuckled. “It’s fine, precious, keep it all to yourself.”
Vash hummed happily, continuing to enjoy his drink. Wolfwood made sure to steal a few glances as he did, mind wandering further as whipped cream dotted his cheek and side of his mouth, warmth growing in his gut as he watched Vash wipe it off and lick himself clean. The hand resting on his leather clad thigh squeezed lightly as he thought of scenario after scenario.
He groaned and covered his face with a hand, trying to stave off his lewd thoughts, finally retracting his hand from Vash to cradle his head.
“Wolfwood? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just–“ just as he started to speak he lowered his hands, eyes meeting Vash’s blue gaze and freezing completely.
Vash had managed to dribble milkshake on his chin, the white liquid running down his lips as well. He let out an audible groan and looked over at the now empty milkshake glass and thanked whatever god there was that the end had been reached.
Finally losing his restraint, he leaned in close and licked up the stripe that ran down his chin, sweetness filling his mouth before he dove in to kiss Vash, catching the blond off guard. He sighed into his mouth, Vash easily opening up and giving him access. He tasted sweet, more than usual. Wolfwood rejoiced as he heard Vash whimper slightly, one of his hands gripping onto his sleeve.
He pulled away, wiping his thumb over his lips and chin, now deeming Vash clean with a small smile. Vash was blushing red beneath the touch, eyes wide and bewildered. “Where did that come from,” he almost whispered out in an accusatory tone of voice.
“You were making a mess of yourself, sweetheart.” Wolfwood grabbed Vash’s face, squeezing his cheeks and watching his face scrunch together under the touch. “Let’s go.”
Vash scrambled after Wolfwood as he picked up The Punisher, brain catching up with his body. “Wolfwood? Wait up,” Vash stammered out, wobbling as he detangled himself from the barstool, tripping over uneven floorboards as he made chase.
Once they were outside, Vash hovered close to Wolfwood as he tried to keep his composure. Just a quick walk to their hotel room and it would be fine he told himself, trying to ignore how Vash radiated nervous energy to his left. He felt how his partner squirmed, fingers lacing together over and over.
They were halfway to the hotel when Wolfwood broke again. “Jesus, Spikey. Calm down, we’re almost back.”
“But you just-!”
“I know what I did, and I intend to do more, so God help me if you don’t hurry your ass back to that hotel room I’m cramming you into an alleyway and getting off right here, understood?”
He glared at Vash who was now beet red, ears flaming as he tripped over nothing. “Y-yes sir, gotcha. Understood,” he mumbled, suddenly picking up pace and taking determined steps towards their hotel. Wolfwood tried not to think about how being called such a thing by Vash made him feel.
If he wasn’t horny out of his mind, Wolfwood might have found it even more funny how Vash stumbled over his words as he almost ran into the hotel lobby, swaying on his feet as he waited for Wolfwood to catch up. As soon as he was close Vash darted up the stairs, and Wolfwood didn’t miss the opportunity to squeeze his ass through the jacket as he was running up. He laughed loudly as Vash yelped and ran even faster.
They were both nearly out of breath when they got to the door, Vash’s face flushed as he bit down on his bottom lip, and Wolfwood took a second to admire him. He could tell the blond grew impatient under his gaze which only fueled him further, hand coming out to cradle his chin. “We’re in no hurry,” he lied, thumb stroking his lip, pulling it down and pushing onto his teeth instead. “You look stressed, what’s gotten into you?”
Vash opened his mouth to reply, and Wolfwood pressed his thumb in further, drool pooling as he pushed down on Vash’s tongue. Vash tried to speak, and Wolfwood smiled at the attempt.
“So sweet,” he cooed, pulling his hand away and opening the door, holding it open for Vash to enter. He finally did after giving Wolfwood an unsteady look, hesitating slightly as he entered. He took a steadying breath as he closed the door, putting down The Punisher and wiping his hand on his pants, knowing they would probably be stained by the end of the night anyway.
Vash was standing close, hands wringing together as he studied Wolfwood. He smiled when he caught his gaze on him, and Vash gave him a wobbly smile back. “What are you thinking about, precious?”
“You,” he breathed out easily, looking Wolfwood up and down.
“You always say the right things,” Wolfwood said, quickly closing in on Vash and grabbing his waist with one hand, placing his other on the back of his neck so he could angle his head to his liking. Vash gasped as Wolfwood surged forward, trapping Vash behind a wall as he started to press sloppy open mouthed kisses all over him. “You do that on purpose?”
Vash placed both of his hands on Wolfwood’s shoulders, steadying himself as the tan man kept pressing kiss after kiss to his throat. “What– do what?”
Wolfwood growled, biting down high on Vash’s neck, the only skin that wasn’t covered by his leather halterneck. After sucking on his smooth skin for a second he pulled away with a leer, instead slotting a high inbetween the blond’s legs. “Getting all messy like that,” he sighed against Vash’s warm body. “You looked so sexy. Wiping it up and licking your fingers like a slut, bet you want me to paint your face like that, don’t you?”
Vash gasped as Wolfwood pressed his knee higher up, pressing between his legs and making him stand on his tip toes. After a second of standing stock still, Vash caught eye contact with Wolfwood and started to grind on the offered thigh. “W-Wolfwood, I didn’t mean to I–“
The man in question shut him up with a deep kiss, teeth clacking together as he shot forward. He squeezed Vash’s waist as he kissed, luring out a small whimper from the man as he continued to ravage him. “Fuck, darling,” Wolfwood said as he pulled away, breath heaving. “You don’t know what you do to me. Been thinking about all the ways I can fuck you for the last two days, hon.”
Vash laughed despite his incriminating position. “I got you that riled up?” When his smile grew too smug Wolfwood pressed his leg up, forcing Vash to grind down on him with a whine.
“Don’t let it get to your head,” Wolfwood teased, leaning forward as he kept moving his leg, kissing Vash’s temple as he panted and gripped onto Wolfwood’s shoulders for stability.
“Mfm, Wolfwood, don’t you,” Vash interrupted himself with a gasp as Wolfwood licked a stripe up his throat. “D-don’t you want more than this?”
Wolfwood kept up his pace, feeling how Vash was now rocking onto his leg and breathing shakily as he kissed him. “I know you want more,” he finally said.
“Then g-give it to me,” Vash tried to bargain, and Wolfwood finally pulled away to look at him.
His lips were parted, tongue peeking out from between his now plump and kiss bruised lips. His eyes were dragged together in a pleading expression, and Wolfwood almost folded when he saw it. His chest was heaving, still not rid of any clothing. “Get on the bed,” was all Wolfwood said as he freed Vash from his grip, and the man complied with a hum. “Strip while you’re at it.”
Vash grumbled a small yeah yeah and ridded himself of his coat, leaving him bare with the leather undersuit. Wolfwood watched completely enraptured as Vash slowly stripped, making heavy eye contact with the priest who was also getting undressed, slowly peeling of his blazer and unbuttoning his dress shirt.
He watched Vash stumble over himself, dragging off clothing one piece after another, leaving himself vulnerable and naked, scars he had now gotten to know so well being left on display. His top was removed, and he finally stood up to pull down his pants, doing so with bated breath and an embarrassed glance towards Wolfwood. He kept his underwear on as he sat down on the bed again, legs closed and knees rubbing together.
“I was thinking,” Wolfwood said as he approached, standing in front of Vash and letting his hands caress his face, fingers gently stroking over his smooth skin. “I’d fuck your mouth,” he finally admitted in a breath, cock twitching at the idea. Vash looked up at him with big glossy eyes, humming along and leaning into his touch. “You’d like that, sweet thing?”
Vash hummed again, closing his eyes.
“And I could come all over your face. How’s that sound?”
The blond choked on his breath, eyes opening again as he nodded.
“Answer, sugar.”
“Yes,” Vash said, grabbing Wolfwood’s wrist and burying his face in his warm hand.
Wolfwood smiled, carding a hand through Vash’s hair and tugging him along. “Come here then. Sit down,” he instructed, and Vash obeyed easily. He sat down on the floor with his knees spread, and Wolfwood finally noticed the wet patch on the crotch of his boxers. He stood in front of Vash now, pulling down his pants and freeing his half hard cock, pumping it a few times with a relieved sigh. He could feel Vash’s cool prosthetic grip his hips, and as he looked down a thrill shot down his spine.
Vash was sitting underneath him, face red as Wolfwood rested his cock on top of him, eyes looking up at the priest with pure lust. Despite imagining the scene several times over, it could never compare to the real thing.
“Can I touch myself while you…” Vash trailed off, his flesh hand already resting on top of his boxers and snaking closer.
“Yeah, enjoy yourself. Tap me if it’s too much, alright?”
Vash hummed out a small yes, already moving to place his mouth on Wolfwood’s cock. He started off slow, small licks to the tip and hurried glances up at Wolfwood. He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing what he didn’t fit in his mouth as he let his tongue roam, pressing on the underside of his erection with a pleased hum, head bobbing up and down.
Wolfwood grabbed a handful of hair, guiding him down closer to the base, cock hitting the back of his throat. “Taking me so well, aren’t you?” He pulled him down further, and Wolfwood moaned as he saw a bead of saliva run down Vash’s chin. He felt how Vash moved his tongue along the underside, swallowing around the hard length and squirming on the ground in anticipation. After holding him there for a few seconds, Wolfwood pulled him off, making it so Vash was panting around his tip, drool connecting them and dripping off his pink tongue which hung freely from his open mouth. “Fuck, so needy for it, too.” He watched as Vash nodded as much as he could with the grip in his hair, and at the response he pulled him down again, hips jutting forward to properly deep throat him.
Both of Vash’s hands came to grab Wolfwood’s hips, grip hard as Wolfwoof finally started thrusting, motions sloppy and needy. He moved from pulling Vash up and down his cock to thrusting into him instead, moaning every time he felt Vash moan or swallow, the desperate grip on his hips just egging him on.
“Been wanting to do this for so long,” Wolfwood said through pants. “Fuck you stupid, bet you’ve been wanting it too. Just look at you,” he thrusted extra hard, making Vash cry out around the mouthful of cock, drool dripping down his length. “Practically begging for it.” He gasped as he felt Vash’s throat constrict, the wrangled noise bleeding into a moan. He switched back to keeping his hips still, aiding Vash with bobbing his head and slowing down slightly.
He nearly doubled over in pleasure once he felt Vash’s flesh hand come to fondle his sack, pleasure shooting up his gut at the added sensation. Vash moaned as much as he could around the cock shoved deep in his mouth, looking up at Wolfwood through his lashes.
“Vash, I- hah, fuck,” Wolfwood panted, speeding up his rhythm. “Gonna come,” he said with a gruff moan, a wicked smile growing on his face when he heard the whimper Vash let out.
The tan man’s moans got louder, and just as he felt himself crest he pulled Vash off, finishing all over his face. He heaved a breath, watching with rapt attention as cum decorated Vash’s pretty face, ribbons of white staining his cheeks and even tongue– Vash had kept his mouth open as he heaved for breath, shaking slightly at the treatment he was receiving.
As soon as Wolfwood had recovered from his orgasm, he grabbed Vash’s chin in his hands and angled his face, taking in the sight of him. “Even better than I imagined. How you feeling, beautiful?”
It took Vash a few moments to gather himself, eyelashes batting as he smiled at Wolfwood. “Good,” he said simply, spreading his legs where he sat.
“You didn’t even get the time to touch yourself, poor thing,” Wolfwood cooed, crouching down in front of Vash who only smiled dopily at him. The wet patch on his boxers had grown, and Wolfwood almost laughed at how his hips moved unconsciously, trying to grind down on something that wasn’t even there. “Feeling pent up, sweetheart? Want me to take real good care of you?”
Vash nodded, swallowing and sighing. He didn’t respond with any words, only smiling at Wolfwood giddily and grabbing his shoulders, leaning in close. Wolfwood caught his face, grabbed his jaw and admired his work, cock twitching at the sight of Vash looking so thoroughly fucked. His lips were pink, drool dripping from his chin and cum littering his face. He watched in delight as Vash nuzzled into his hold, licking his lips and sighing with content. “Wolfwood,” he said under his breath, hips rocking forward into nothing.
“Get up then,” he instructed, keeping his hold on Vash’s chin and watching how he scrambled to get up. He tripped his way over to the bed, sitting down and facing Wolfwood obediently, eyes wide open. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, how ‘bout that?”
Vash nodded and scooted closer to the headboard, spreading his legs and making room for Wolfwood who easily slotted himself into place. Quickly Wolfwood’s hand found Vash’s waist again, grip gentle but firm. “You look so pretty like this,” he said, rubbing his waist as he brought up a hand to Vash’s face, pushing some of his now limp blond hair out from his face. “Such a pity, really,” he sighed, hand coming down to wipe off his own cum. He gathered it on his middle and ring finger, making sure to get the spots where he came the most. Once he had got a good amount, he prodded Vash’s mouth open, pushing his fingers into his open mouth. The blond moaned and complied, keeping his jaw slack and allowing Wolfwood to prod his fingers into his mouth, tongue circling around them instantly. “Suck,” he instructed, and Vash did just that. He whined as Wolfwood brought his fingers deeper, more spit gathering in his mouth as he pushed his tongue down. Once he was satisfied he pulled away, moaning at how Vash craned his neck forward to keep the fingers in his mouth for as long as possible. A satisfying pop resounded when he freed the digits from Vash’s mouth, and the blond whimpered at the loss.
Wolfwood soothed him with a kiss to his cheek, hearing him whine under the gentle touch. This time, he took his thumb and wiped the last of it off, offering the finger for Vash to take again. He did so greedily, humming contentedly around it and making eye contact with Wolfwood as he did. “So good, aren’t you?”
Vash swirled his tongue around his thumb and let his teeth rest on it, not biting hard but keeping Wolfwood in place. It made the tan man laugh, and with another kiss he moved downwards, tugging his hand free.
“Wolfwood?”
The man in question just hushed him, hands grabbing onto his thighs and spreading them further as he scooted down. “Just relax, I’ve got you.” Vash turned almost boneless under the touch, soft and gentle caresses soothing him as Wolfwood’s face inched closer to his crotch. Without removing his boxers, Wolfwood mouthed at his cunt, placing a kiss to the top of the mound and smirking when the legs around him twitched. “Want me to take these off, precious?”
“Yes,” Vash admitted, already bringing both hands to the waistband to help work himself out of it.
Wolfwood groaned in satisfaction as the garment was shed, smiling at the sticky mess that was already waiting for him. “You get this wet just from sucking me off?” He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to his inner thigh. “You’re fucking amazing. Fucking desperate for it.”
“N-Nicholas,” was all Vash said, cheeks burning red as his cunt dripped more slick.
“You should say it louder.” Wolfwood finally placed his mouth onto Vash, beginning with small peppered kisses to his sex. It started at his clit, the small touch not being nearly a strong enough sensation to please. After teasing for a while, he finally licked the slit, starting from the bottom and pressing his tongue flat at the top, making Vash’s hips stutter.
“How was that,” Wolfwood teased, already knowing the answer. “I think you’ve been good enough for some more.”
Vash keened, pushing his hips closer to Wolfwood in a desperate attempt to get him to speed up. “ Hah , keep going,” Vash said, voice low for once as he tried to keep his composure from slipping all too early.
Deciding to cut him some slack, Wolfwood just hummed and continued to work his cunt, tongue lapping at his folds, sweet slick running down his chin already. Vash was a lot more gentle than him, no hands found Wolfwood’s hair to fist yet. After a while Wolfwood moved up, teeth grazing his clit and tongue swirling around it, making Vash’s back arch and hips push closer. He caught the sensitive nub in his mouth and sucked gently, humming all the while as he heard Vash cry out, moaning at the warmth of Wolfwood’s mouth.
The priest's hands found his pale thighs, pushing them open further and massaging them at the same time. Never once did he stop working on Vash’s pussy, tongue lapping over the warm wetness with such reverence his jaw was bound to ache tomorrow. Moving lower down, he buried his face entirely in his cunt and started to lap at his rim, tongue prodding slightly. His reward was a cacophony of small whimpers, and finally a hand that urged him closer, a limp grip that never once irritated or hurt. “Wolf– Wolfwood I- hah, please,” he said, composure finally slipping enough so he was begging.
Wolfwood moaned, the vibrations making Vash stutter. He sped up, face grinding into Vash’s pelvis as he chased the other’s orgasm, moans of his own slipping freely now. After prodding at his hole for a while, he moved back up, tongue working over his clit again with much more pressure, enough to get the blond’s legs shaking. He felt how Vash tugged on his hair and heard how his moans grew louder, and his efforts only doubled.
“I’m g-gonna come, fuck, Nick- Nicholas, I’m- I’m c-coming!”
Wolfwood pressed his face close, Vash grinding into him as he orgasmed with a loud moan, squirting over Wolfwood’s face with a pathetic whimper, hips stuttering as Wolfwood kept on going despite him coming down from his climax.
“N-Nick, I c-came, fuck, hah, ah!” Wolfwood smiled at his mewls, letting up slightly but still lapping at his cunt. “Mfh, I- ah, Nick!”
When Wolfwood finally pulled away, he saw how Vash’s chest heaved, face completely flushed and eyes glassy from unshed tears. “I al-already came,” he explained, restating the obvious. “Nico, hah, I came.”
Wolfwood didn’t wipe his face clean from slick as he dove in to kiss Vash, soiling his somewhat clean face with a satisfied moan. Vash laid limp as he let Wolfwood kiss him hard, trying to grapple onto his broad shoulders as he reciprocated.
“I know you did,” Wolfwood pulled away and said, panting with exhaustion. “I just wanted you to feel extra good. Didn’t it feel good?”
Vash sobbed as Wolfwood grabbed his face again, peppering it with small kisses. “Felt s-so good, Nico,” he panted out mouth open and covered in his own spend after Wolfwood’s sloppy kiss.
“Good,” Wolfwood said as he patted Vash’s cheek, sitting himself in between his thighs again with a kiss to his forehead, almost laying down on Vash’s chest as he wrapped his arms around him. Vash followed suit, wrapping his legs around Wolfwood’s waist with a happy hum. Gently, he turned them around, Vash now laying on top of him instead of the other way around. When the blond propped himself up further, Wolfwood’s hard cock rubbed up against his ass, and Vash looked at Wolfwood with huge eyes.
“You’re hard again?”
“Hard not to be when you put on such a great show, sweet thing.”
Vash blushed and stayed still, feeling the hard length against him. Wolfwood could feel Vash’s cunt throb from where he sat on him. “You owe me for driving me crazy these last two days. Now get up.”
“Get up?”
Wolfwood grabbed Vash’s hips, ushering him to sit up straighter as he scooted himself down so he was laying flat on the bed. “Ride me,” Wolfwood commanded, looking up at Vash with a grin.
Vash mewled, body shooting forward as Wolfwood grounded his cock by the swell of his ass. “I– my legs might give out,” he said truthfully, bashfulness seeping into every word.
“We’ll just have to see, be a good boy and get started, won’t you?”
“Nico,” Vash whined, looking at him with desperate eyes. When he was met with nothing in return, he sighed and clambered down lower, raising his hips and hovering them right by the tip of Wolfwood’s cock. He hesitated for a second, hand aligning his length as good as he could before sinking down, legs shaking as he did. He got about halfway before he took a break, leaning forward and placing his hands on Wolfwood’s abdomend. He moved from sitting with his heels in the ground to sitting on his knees, ass raised as he slowly continued to sink down.
A strangled moan left him when he was fully seated, cunt throbbing around Wolfwood as he tried to gather himself. Slick gushed from him, but he didn’t move yet.
“What’s the matter?”
“B-big,” Vash stuttered, hips twitching slightly. “Fuck, hah, Nico I–” he cut himself off with a moan.
Wolfwood grabbed Vash’s hips again, a comforting hold instead of anything urging. “I haven't gotten bigger since last time, sugar.”
Vash didn’t listen, panting and almost crying on his cock as he finally started to rock back and forth slowly, back arched as he pressed impossibly closer. “Ah! F-fuck,” Vash mewled, circling his hips further as he chased his own pleasure, almost overwhelming after his previous orgasm. After a shaky breath he pushed himself higher, raising his hips barely half the way of Wolfwood’s length before letting himself slide down again. He repeated the same motion a couple of times, thighs quivering as he did.
Sparing him only slightly, Wolfwood put one of his hands on his ass and kneaded, helping to pull him up before he grinded into him on the way down. “Can’t even fuck yourself properly, Spikey?”
Vash shook his head, then nodded, as if he didn’t know which of the actions showed he agreed with Wolfwood. Despite how desperate he was, his efforts grew as he lifted his hips higher, slamming down onto Wolfwood with loud cries. He broke them off momentarily to grind down closer, whimpering at the small break he allowed himself.
“Fucked so stupid you can’t even ride anymore,” Wolfwood said in a low voice, squeezing one of Vash’s thighs and his ass simultaneously. “You can do better, can’t you darling?”
“I can’t– N-Nico I ca- can’t, fuck-!” Wolfwood pushed Vash down further, deepening his thrust and finally taking the reins again, making Vash moan loudly and pitchily.
Wolfwood held him there, hands moving to hold his hips again in an iron grip, not allowing him to get any more stimulation. “Can’t you be a good boy and listen? Do what I tell you?”
Vash shook his head desperately, tears clinging to his bottom lashes. “I’m g- hah, I might come again,” he said breathlessly. “Please, please, Nico, I’ll b-be good!”
The priest took steadying breaths, staving off his own need in favour of teasing Vash. He held him completely still, not allowing a single move. Vash whimpered as he was held, but he kept eye contact with Wolfwood and forced himself to sit still as well. “See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Wolfwood started to knead circles in his hips. “I ate you out too good did I,” he cooed, looking at his crimson face.
Vash just nodded slightly, continuing to sit stock still.
“Fuck, Vash,” he sighed, hips rocking up into his tight wetness. “Try again sweetheart.”
The blond sobbed, but as Wolfwood finally released his hips Vash took initiative. He placed his hands on Wolfwood’s chest, leaning forward onto him and starting to bring his hips up. This time, he started slow, whimpering as he almost rose too high and Wolfwood’s cock got caught on the rim of his cunt. After that he sank down, sitting down for only a second or so before he repeated. Wolfwood saw how his thighs shook as he continued to speed up, fingers digging into his flesh as Vash was repeatedly overstimulated.
“So fucking good,” Wolfwood praised as Vash continued, chest heaving as he slammed down on Wolfwood again. “Always so good for me.”
Vash let out a string of moans at the praise, nodding feverishly. “I’m good,” he breathed out as he continued, thrusts becoming shallower and more desperate. “Ah, please, Nico– I’m good– hah!”
“Amazing,” he said, hands roaming over his hips and stomach, settling around his waist and barely aiding him with his thrusts.
Vash picked up speed, face contorting as the exhaustion and pleasure crashed over him in waves. “F-fuck, Nico- ah, again, I– again!” His hips started to stutter, and right after Vash collapsed onto him, grinding down and whimpering loud as he squirted weakly. His second orgasm hit him hard as he desperately tried to fuck himself deeper, despite his exhaustion.
In a second, Wolfwood’s grip turned hard again, and without even giving him a second to spare after his climax, Wolfwood bent him forward, propping up his own legs so he could fuck into Vash hard. His hands moved from Vash’s slim waist to his plump ass, grabbing it and spreading him as he started to fuck him fast and hard.
“Ni- ah, Nico! F-fuck I already- ah I–”
“I know ,” Wolfwood growled out, still fucking him hard as he continued to writhe, hips meeting Wolfwood’s thrusts despite how exhausted Vash was. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you myself,” he said through puffs of air, finally biting down into Vash’s shoulder as he allowed himself to chase his own pleasure. Vash was tight around him, slick sticking to Wolfwood’s own thighs with how much he had squirted.
Vash could barely form words anymore, moaning desperately into Wolfwood’s ears as he was pounded into. Wolfwood moaned in tandem, the loud slapping of skin against skin filling the room finally. Vash arms latched onto the sheets by the side of Wolfwood’s head, gripping them hard as he tried to keep himself propped up. “You, hah, feel that good?” He slowed down, instead burying himself deep into Vash as he took a break to smear him in dirty words and praise. “Can’t keep– fuck, can’t keep yourself from coming,” he said, biting onto Vash’s earlobe as he cried out.
“Ple-please, ah, hah!” Vash cried out loud as Wolfwood thrusted deeper. “Nico, ha-harder, fuck,” he urged, despite being fucked out of his mind already.
Wolfwood snarled, speeding up his thrusts and adjusting his grip so he could push him deeper onto him. “Begging for it like a bitch,” he admonished, and Vash whimpered and cried out as the fast pace continued. “You can do better.”
“Please! An-anything, Nico!” He continued to moan, small ah’s resounding everytime he was thrust into.
“Where do you want me, pretty boy?”
“Inside!” Vash all but yelled trying desperately to meet the thrusts by jutting his hips back, arms collapsing and face falling onto Wolfwood’s chest, drool staining his pecs as Vash kept on sobbing. “P-please, come in-inside me, I ne-need you,” he pleaded, hiccuping as Wolfwood grabbed his waist and fucked him harder.
“Fuck,” Wolfwood grunted, voice coming out in breathy moans as he finally felt himself get close again. “I’m coming, f-fuck, Vash,” he admitted, hips stuttering as he continued to fuck Vash.
“Nico!”
Finally Wolfwood came, spilling inside of Vash’s tight cunt and feeling Vash come for the third time, hot squirt covering his abdomen as he fucked himself through the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Vash went boneless on top of him, laying down completely as he kept moaning and whining, pussy tightening as Wolfwood emptied his load. “Jesus, Vash,” he sighed, his own legs feeling weak after his climax. “ Fuck .”
Vash didn’t respond, he just laid still and caught his breath, chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure. “Nick- Nicholas, ah,” he said, angling his face in hopes of making eye contact.
“Angel,” Wolfwood responded, looking down at Vash who looked properly destroyed. Tear tracks stained his cheeks, and some cum he had missed still stayed on his face. Drool and his own slick from when he had kissed Wolfwood dripped from his chin, and his jaw hung slack with the tongue lolled to the side. His blond hair fell over his eyes, and Wolfwood carefully brought a hand up to tuck the strands away. “You alright?”
“Yes, yes , fuck, so good,” he reassured, every little word uttered in a whimper. Wolfwood laughed at him.
He grabbed Vash’s waist again, turning them over and laying Vash down on his back, still not pulling out. It made the blond cry out, but with a small hush and some reassurance he settled down. Wolfwood finally pulled out when he was seated between Vash’s thighs, making sure to watch how his own spend leaked from his cunt.
“You did so great,” he soothed, giving Vash another kiss on the forehead, and Vash laughed dopily again. “Such a good boy for me.”
Vash whined. “You made me cum thrice ,” he said, glaring slightly at him from where he had his head turned to nuzzle the pillow.
“I can make that four times if you’d like.”
The pillow was promptly thrown at Wolfwood.