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Desperate and humiliated is a good look on Wolfwood, Vash thinks.
He’s an absolute vision kneeling on the ground; Brow furrowed, the steady hum of the vibrating plug in his ass a lovely contrast to the slick noises and wet moans coming from his mouth as he works to get Vash’s strap-on down his throat. He’s completely naked save for the pair of black dress socks that Vash had insisted he keep on, the near translucent ones that almost look like pantyhose. The socks are held up in place by two garters, the elastic wrapped prettily around thick calves and emphasizing the hard muscle underneath every time Wolfwood flexes and shifts.
Above him, Vash shifts his own thighs a little wider apart, one leg swung over Wolfwood’s broad shoulder, the other bent so that his foot presses down gently against Wolfwood’s caged cock.
It’s a nice cage. Elegant, even. Cool, merciless steel presents a lovely contrast to the dark skin straining against it, carefully locked away and kept useless. The design is relatively simple, because even if they’d played around with chastity before, the physical reminder of it was new enough for both of them that Vash had decided he didn’t want to risk anything fancier until after a test run.
So far, he’d say it’s been a resounding success. It’s been a good month now since he’d first locked Wolfwood up. Wolfwood’s been good, even as he’s had to put up with weeks of having his dick ignored, of Vash bending him over the nearest surface whenever he least expected it to ruthlessly finger him, play with his balls, his chest– anything Vash could think of short of actually letting his partner get hard. Weeks of Vash grinding out his own greedy orgasms against the other man’s thighs and mouth and fingers even as Wolfwood begged and pleaded for a mercy they both knew he didn’t actually want.
Despite– or maybe because of- his inability to come properly, Wolfwood has seemed more settled ever since he asked Vash to lock him up. Even now, squirming uncomfortably as Vash increases the pressure of his foot on Wolfwood’s cock and balls, there’s a lightness to his eyes, a weight off his shoulders that wasn’t there before. He looks so good. Like this is exactly where he belongs, hazily cradling Vash’s cock in the sheath of his throat. Even with the girth of the toy, that pretty mouth of his is relaxed, jaw slack and drooling. He only tenses up a bit when Vash slips the thumb of his prosthetic in, momentarily stretching cock swollen lips out even further before withdrawing.
After all, it’s not like Vash is actually a sadist– though at this point Wolfwood might argue otherwise– He just likes making people feel good, likes mapping out his partner’s desires, even the ones they can’t admit to themselves. The cage is a physical barrier, but it’s also a mark of ownership, constant and unyielding. A sign of trust that Vash knows how to best take care of Wolfwood. Exactly what Wolfwood had asked for all those weeks ago, even if he hadn’t quite been able to put the why into words.
Wolfwood barely ever requests anything of Vash, is always the one fussing and fretting over him. Yet he’d wanted this badly enough to ask for it– shoving the little metal cage into Vash’s chest with a flustered grunt before immediately stalking off, successfully grinding Vash’s brain to a complete halt in the process.
Their sex life is one of the few places Wolfwood will let down his walls and acquiesce to Vash taking care of him, falling into submissiveness with a desperation that reveals how badly he truly needs it. How was Vash supposed to say no to that?
Vash pets a hand through coarse black hair, keeping a careful eye on Wolfwood as those gorgeous full lips choke and gag around his cock each time Vash shifts his leg. His foot slots perfectly between Wolfwood’s thighs, pressing tight against his cock and balls like it belongs there. He’s had Wolfwood come three times now, cock straining pitifully against the cage– or, more specifically, he’s put Wolfwood through three rounds of pulling away and turning off the vibrator at the last moment, leaving him to shudder through a ruined orgasm each time.
Wolfwood’s face is a mess of tears and drool, a steady stream of muffled moans escaping from him that only increase in frequency when Vash shifts his foot up higher, presses down harder. His eyes, silently pleading, keep on flitting up to the metal key that lays gleaming against Vash’s sternum, his only hope of salvation. To call Wolfwood well endowed would be the understatement of the century– as Vash’s pussy can personally attest to– but right now all that heavy weight is tucked away in the little metal cage resting gently against his balls, small enough that Vash’s foot is enough to cover it completely.
He shifts until most of his weight lays directly on the cage, enough that Wolfwood makes another little gagging noise. Vash guides him back by the hair at the nape of his neck, until Wolfwood pulls off with a wet shlick, a small string of drool still clinging from Vash’s cock to his lips. Vash slips his thumb and index finger against Wolfwood’s jaw so he can tilt him up by the chin, “Doing alright, daddy?”
“M-mommy,” Wolfwood stutter-mumbles, unable to fully look Vash in the face as he says it. The names are new, too– Vash’s idea this time, and a resounding success in his opinion. Beneath him, Wolfwood bites his lip. Blushes. He so rarely gets to see Wolfwood thrown off kilter like this, his normal easy confidence replaced with something far more vulnerable. It says something that even at his most desperate, cracked open and undone in Vash’s hands, Wolfwood has never been shy. Yet mommy tumbles out from between cock swollen lips almost like an accident, reluctant and embarrassed.
“Is daddy gonna be a good boy? Gonna get mommy’s dick all nice and wet so he can fuck you?”
“Y-yeah, uhuh.” Wolfwood mumbles out. He still isn’t looking up at Vash, but his hands are curled around Vash’s thighs tight enough that he’s certain there will be bruises tomorrow. Vash hadn’t bothered to restrain his hands. No need, with Wolfwood this pliant and obedient underneath him.
“I just need one more from you, daddy. Can you do that?” Vash asks gently, pressing two fingers against the flat of Wolfwood’s tongue to spare him the indignity of having to respond verbally. At least for now. “Come one more time for mommy?”
Wolfwood nods shakily. Always so desperate to prove himself. Always so desperate to be good. It takes a bit more effort for him this time, but he still manages to swallow the hilt of the toy back down. Vash gives him a few minutes to get used to the feel of it again, and when Wolfwood has the whole length down his throat, properly filled up on both ends, all it takes are a few more flicks on the vibrator remote, a little bit more of that torturous pressure against his crotch, before Wolfwood starts to convulse.
Just as he did for the last three, as soon as Wolfwood hits his climax, Vash clicks the vibrator off and moves his foot away. Wolfwood lets out a muffled scream around Vash’s dick, nearly going cross eyed as he has yet another unsatisfying orgasm. Hot liquid leaks out of the cage, trailing down his balls and dripping onto the floor in a small puddle. Vash pulls out before Wolfwood can choke, pets a hand against his cheek as Wolfwood pants against his thigh, breath hot and uneven as he comes down. “Mommy– did I-”
Vash leans down to press a kiss against his temple. “You were perfect. Now, come join me up here?”
Wolfwood nods dazedly. He’s so lovely like this, pliant and heartbreakingly fragile as he stumbles up to the bed. His thighs quake as Vash guides him onto his back, rearranging him until his head and back are nestled against the huge pile of pillows Vash had insisted on when they’d moved in together. He’s so out of it he doesn’t even protest when Vash slips the vibrator out of him, though he does make a sharp noise of pain when Vash hooks a finger inside him to briefly press down against his prostate, hard and merciless, before withdrawing to do a full inspection of Wolfwood. He looks gorgeous all laid out like this, sprawled out on the bed in nothing but his cage and sock garters.
“Pretty.” Vash says absentmindedly as he brushes a hand down Wolfwood’s chest, fond and sweet and nowhere near the level of touch Wolfwood craves. He leans down to press a kiss against the cage, ignoring the way Wolfwood trembles against him at the light touch. It’s so, so easy for Vash to cradle all of Wolfwood in his hand like this, the metal still wet and slippery with his release, leaking out of the cage and down his balls. Wolfwood would kill Vash for saying it, but he really does have such cute balls– round and full, their shape only further emphasized by how the ring connected to the cage neatly ties them off.
He makes such a pretty image, Vash is almost tempted to leave him locked up. They’d never had a formal agreement on timeline, after all– Wolfwood had left the ball entirely in Vash’s court, and Vash had been the one to decide on a month. And despite how much torment he’s put Wolfwood through the past few weeks, he knows Wolfwood would let him.
“Now…Just what am I going to do with you?”
When he looks up, Wolfwood is giving him a wary look, like he knows exactly what Vash is thinking. He doesn’t protest, though–he’s too much of a good boy for that– just stays quiet and tense as Vash unhooks the key from his neck, leaning back to stare at the cage thoughtfully.
After a long moment of consideration, Vash tilts his head and smiles at Wolfwood. He taps the key against the cage, a steady clink clink clink that has Wolfwood jumping on each knock. “If you can’t control yourself, I’m locking you right back up.”
Wolfwood nods immediately. Vash waits, staring him down.
“...Yes mommy.” Wolfwood rasps, cheeks already coloring. Barely any time has passed since he came, but the soft swell of his balls are already drawn up tight in embarrassment and arousal. Vash can’t help the half suppressed laugh that slips out once he notices, as Wolfwood somehow blushes even darker.
“Sorry, sorry,” Vash giggles, leaning down to press one last kiss against the warm metal of the cage before finally reaching for the key. “You just make it so easy.”
Wolfwood groans in relief when the cage slips off, legs falling open as he sinks deeper into the pillows. He barely gets a chance to recover before Vash immediately gets to work, slinging one of Wolfwood’s legs over his shoulder, strap-on nestled teasingly against his hole. He turns his head to press a kiss to Wolfwood’s calf, right over the silken texture of his sock. Its barely anything, but Wolfwood still makes a broken noise at the kiss, shivering as Vash drifts feather light touches up and down the veins of Wolfwood’s shaft, his slit, the indent between his balls. Even with the light movements, Wolfwood’s hips still quiver and twitch as he tries to lean into Vash’s hand, so sensitive after finally being released from the cage. Vash doesn’t quite thrust into him, but he does press the very tip of his dick into Wolfwood, just enough for him to clench uselessly around. His dick gives another pathetic little kick in Vash’s hand. God, it would be so easy to jerk him off, rough and fast the way Wolfwood so clearly wants but refuses to take without permission. But Vash is determined to take this slow, lavishing Wolfwood in as much torturous attention as he can take.
When Vash looks back up, Wolfwood has turned his face into the pillow. Even through the fabric, the noise of his muffled sob is high and sweet. All of Vash’s gently cruel touches leave him distracted, so much so that he barely notices when Vash loops a finger through one of the garters, pulling it back a good distance before letting go. It snaps against Wolfwood’s skin sharply as Wolfwood jumps with a curse, toes curling underneath the gauzy silk.
Throughout it all, his other hand never stops playing with Wolfwood’s cock, knuckles grazing gently up and down the bottom of his shaft. The contrast between pain and pleasure leaves Wolfwood reeling, eyes beginning to well up with unshed tears again. From there, it only takes a few more of those soft strokes before Wolfwood’s cock is standing proud and erect in his hands.
Vash bites his lip and ignores the throb of his pussy against the harness– Wolfwood crying is pretty much a guaranteed way to make his clit hard as a rock these days, which probably says something about Vash that he isn’t willing to fully interrogate yet. Instead, he focuses on continuing to poke and prod at Wolfwood. He wonders if he could get Wolfwood to come just from this.
Only when Wolfwood is once again at the cusp of orgasm does he pull back, smiling gently when Wolfwood stares up at him, plaintive and just a little pathetic.
“I don’t recall ever giving you permission to get hard.” Vash observes, keeping his voice light and his tone even, even as he feels like he’s going to combust from arousal in anticipation of what’s about to happen. Underneath him, Wolfwood tenses up, brow furrowing cutely as he parses through the words. His hips give an aborted spasm when Vash flicks the tip of his dick. “Fix this.”
It takes a moment for his meaning to fully sink in.
“Are you– fucking serious–“ Wolfwood gasps out, lifting himself up on his elbows to stare up at Vash incredulously. “Vash, c’mon–“
It only takes half a second for Wolfwood to realize his mistake. Half a second for Vash to enjoy that beautiful moment of dawning panic, before he pulls his hand back and slaps Wolfwood right on the cock. He’s not gentle– there’s an audible crack as the hit glances across the head– and it is absolutely worth it for the way Wolfwood howls with pain, curling in on himself, abdomen clenching furiously as he visibly holds himself back from coming.
“Mommy! Sorry, I mean mommy, I’m sorry, wanna come, please let me come-“
Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. Vash ignores the gush of slick leaking out of him as he observes Wolfwood underneath him, how his face flushes and his chest heaves as he struggles to pull himself back from the brink. He lifts the hand he’d slapped Wolfwood with to his mouth, methodically licking the wetness off of each finger as he pitches his voice low and dangerous. “Are you telling me what to do?”
“Shit, no, no, I’m not–“ Wolfwood quickly corrects, panic clear in his eyes as he scrambles to fix his mistake, “I’m sorry mommy, I just– I– please–“
Fuck, he begs so prettily Vash is nearly tempted to allow it. The only thing holding him back is that while this might be what Wolfwood wants, it’s not what he needs. Not really. The first time he’d wrapped a hand around the other man’s neck, Wolfwood had gone rigid just long enough for Vash to worry that he’d fucked up and misjudged the situation, only for Wolfwood to proceed to fall to pieces so quickly it made Vash’s head spin, the mere hint of ownership enough to reduce him to a whimpering mess. Wolfwood, above all else, deserves a place where he can fall apart, cede control, without the world crashing to pieces because of it. Needs to be able to trust that Vash will get him there.
It certainly doesn’t hurt that he also has the best reactions to getting denied. Vash runs a soothing thumb over the tip of Wolfwood’s cock, ignoring the panting whines underneath him as he rubs gentle circles right over the spot that hurts the most. “Do you know why I’m doing this, daddy?”
Wolfwood nods. He looks absolutely miserable, flushed and sweaty and all the more handsome because of it. Vash strikes the head of his cock again, reveling in the pained whimper he gets in response. “Because this–“ another slap, another yelp, “-is mine, not yours. All of this belongs to me. And when I want my cock to get hard, it gets hard. When I tell it to go soft, it goes soft. Isn’t that right, daddy?”
“Yeah.” Wolfwood’s voice is so, so small. “‘S yours. Not mine.”
“Then prove it.” Vash leans down to nip at Wolfwood’s ear. “I’ll let daddy fuck me, but only if he shows me that he can do what he’s told.”
Wolfwood groans, but he doesn’t struggle when Vash shifts him onto all fours and settles behind him, seemingly already resigned to his fate. Even with how long he’s been teased open, Wolfwood still lets out a muffled whine at the stretch of the dildo inside of him. Vash gives him a moment to adjust, running a reassuring hand through the hairy expanse of Wolfwood’s chest before reaching down to his strap and giving his own balls a squeeze, just enough for a tiny gush of cum lube to squirt into Wolfwood.
When he does start moving, it’s a series of slow, teasing little thrusts that have the base of the toy barely nudging against his clit with each stroke. Vash isn’t cruel about it– he keeps his pace slow, deliberately aims away from Wolfwood’s prostate– but it’s a big toy, and it seems even the shallow thrusting of his hips is enough to keep Wolfwood hard and leaking, pitiful little moans escaping his lips as he struggles to control himself.
He hasn’t exactly set Wolfwood up to succeed– Every movement only seems to wind him up even more, shifting and groaning underneath Vash like he can somehow get away from the pleasure mounting in his core. Vash can relate; it’s been so long, he’d almost forgotten just how big Wolfwood’s cock is, and the slow, slick noise of his dick moving in and out of Wolfwood combined with the pretty sight underneath him is making it harder and harder to ignore the temptation to just flip Wolfwood and ride him until he passes out.
“All you need to do is get that cute little cock of mine under control, and I’m all yours. Can you feel how wet I am? How much I want it?” Another thrust, angled so that Wolfwood can hear the squelch of Vash’s cunt against the base of the toy. “Don’t you want to be good for mommy?”
Wolfwood breathes unsteadily, too lost in his own predicament to respond. His hips shift as he tries to ignore what must feel like inescapable pressure against his overwrung prostate, cock hanging heavy and useless between his legs. Mostly because Vash is curious to see how the other man will react, he reaches his hand down to wrap a loose fist around the base of Wolfwood’s cock. He’s delighted to discover that Wolfwood hasn’t flagged at all– in fact, at Vash’s touch, he might be getting even harder. Vash lets out a soft laugh. He’s not playing fair at all, but winding up Wolfwood is one of his favorite pastimes. “Seriously? I’m not even moving my hand.”
“Stop– stop it, I can’t–” Wolfwood stammers when Vash gives him an experimental jerk, only to blanch immediately as he realizes his misstep. “Oh, fuck. I mean– mommy, could you– can you please stop moving– if– only if you want to-“
Pretty. He’s so pretty, stumbling through his words, legs almost closing on instinct in anticipation of another punishment before visibly forcing himself to keep them open, bracing for the next hit. Vash can and has spent hours with Wolfwood over his lap, alternating between gentle love taps and ruthless smacks against Wolfwood’s ass, his balls, his dick, his hole. There’s no sight quite like seeing Wolfwood’s lovely rear all bruised and swollen, Wolfwood an orgasm-drunk wreck babbling nonsense below him. This time, though, Vash is feeling generous. He allows Wolfwood a moment to panic but settles for just flicking his balls, reveling in the pitiful yelp he gets in response. “Okay. But only because you asked so politely.”
True to his word, Vash stops moving, shifting his weight onto his knees as he leans back to observe what Wolfwood’s going to do next. He could have slapped Wolfwood again for trying to order him around, but Wolfwood did so well earlier, is trying so hard right now, that he’s earned himself a reprieve.
By the look of him, he needs it. Beneath Vash, Wolfwood’s face is a mess of tears and spit. He writhes and whines, letting out a series of mortifying noises so unlike him it has Vash practically cooing. Even without Vash thrusting into him, he can’t seem to stop the short, instinctive jerks of his hips back against him. Unsurprisingly, he’s still completely hard, dick unable to truly go down after a month of being forced to stay soft.
Wolfwood’s clearly trying, though– the arch of his back is one tense line, hands fisted tightly above his head as he tries to shift back and forth, away from the oppressive presence inside of him. When that still doesn’t work, he lets out a sob, more high pitched and distressed than Vash has ever heard from him. When Vash lifts Wolfwood’s head up with a strong tug to the back of his head, the sight alone is almost enough to make Vash come. Wolfwood's cheeks are burning, his face and the back of his neck turned dark and ruddy. He pants wildly, heaving gasps that steadily increase in frequency and pitch as he squirms around and utterly fails to go soft.
“I,” Wolfwood gasps out, “I’m gonna,”
“I told you,” Vash says mercilessly, leaning down to pinch a nipple hard enough that Wolfwood squeals. He hadn’t even known Wolfwood’s voice was capable of going that high, and it sends another jolt of white hot arousal through him, “Either you learn to control yourself or I lock you right back up and we can try again in another few weeks.”
“Oh, god.” Wolfwood cries, real panic starting to thread into his voice. “No, no, no no no, please no, I’m trying, m– mommy, help me–”
Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wolfwood is making it increasingly difficult for Vash to keep his own lust in check. He should not be this turned on from watching his partner struggle so much, but how could Vash have known how much hearing Wolfwood whine for mommy in that deep, husky voice of his would affect him? Seeing Wolfwood- handsome, strong, protective Wolfwood, who never allows himself to ask for help or show any weakness, never even considers that he could – broken down to this– dignity in tatters, crying for Vash to save him– it’s nearly too much.
“Help you?” Vash asks, dizzy with arousal, and when he thrusts forward again it's almost on autopilot. “Like this?”
Wolfwood sobs, high and distressed as Vash grinds down directly into his prostate. Whatever scrap of self control he’d managed to hold onto finally crumbles, and he tries to lunge away from Vash, scrabbling at the sheets out of pure desperation.
It’s a pointless struggle– They’re normally evenly matched strength wise, but only one of them has spent the better part of the day getting tortured to within an inch of his life. Wolfwood gets maybe halfway off his dick before Vash is hauling him back in with humiliating ease, one hand on his hip and the other wrapped firmly around the base of his cock.
“Oh no,” Wolfwood gasps, “Shit– fuck–“
“Oh, daddy…” Vash tuts softly, tapping his finger against the head of Wolfwood’s cock as if he’s chastising an unruly child. He doesn’t bother to harden his voice. There’s no need, when Wolfwood already knows what’s coming next. “I don’t think you were supposed to do that.”
“S– sorry, I’m sorry,” Wolfwood moans. The apology comes out slurred and halfway delirious even as he continues to try to get away from Vash, hips bucking away from the firm pressure against his ass. This time, Vash doesn’t bother to be nice about it, just shoves back inside Wolfwood in one brutal push forward, hard enough that there's an audible slap! against Wolfwood’s own balls.
The noise Wolfwood makes at being filled to the hilt so suddenly is indescribable. Tears stream freely down his face, and Vash can almost taste the air around them now, thick with arousal and mortified panic. With Vash now fully sheathed inside, Wolfwood gives up any notion of escape, slumping back into miserable submission with a broken whimper. He’s so close to coming, thighs and arms shaking from the effort of holding himself up, balls drawn up tight. When Vash reaches down to inspect him, he gives them a squeeze, just a little too hard as Wolfwood’s leaking cock makes a mess against the sheets.
Wolfwood clearly realizes how close he is too, one hand stumbling down to futilely cover his cock. As if that could ever stop Vash. “Please, mommy– I can’t–“
Thank god Wolfwood is on all fours so he can’t see the expression on Vash’s face. He might be going a little insane. Wolfwood’s spent the last month begging Vash to touch his pretty, useless cock, and yet here he is– desperately squirming away from Vash’s touch like it’ll burn him. Vash gently removes Wolfwood’s hand from its protective curl around his own dick, replacing his trembling fingers with Vash’s own. “You’re not supposed to do this, either. Do I need to remind you who this belongs to?”
“It’s yours, it’s your cock, m– mommy’s cock,” Wolfwood hurriedly stammers out, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t hit me again, I’m, I–“
“This is for your own good, daddy.” Vash runs a soothing hand up and down Wolfwood’s shaking flank, though they both know it’s an empty gesture. “You asked me to help, remember? I know it hurts, but this is the best way for you to learn.”
“No,” Wolfwood gasps, pants, whines, “N– no, no–“ He’s so close it almost hurts to watch. If Vash spanks him again, there’s a good chance Wolfwood’s going to come. He’s going to fail.
Heat slips down his own thighs, but Vash manages to keep his voice even, reaching down to drag a cruel nail against Wolfwood’s slit, leaking wet. “I’ll even let you choose…how about here?” Wolfwood moans pathetically underneath him, tries to crawl away again even as his legs start buckling. He’s so close to collapsing Vash doesn’t even bother trying to reign him back in this time, just moves his hand lower until he’s cupping Wolfwood’s balls, one harsh smack away from emptying and making a mess across the sheets. “Or maybe here?”
Wolfwood’s legs give out.
Vash barely manages to catch him in time, as Wolfwood proceeds to shatter to absolute pieces in his arms with something close to a scream. Between the wet gasps and uneven hiccups, he might genuinely be having trouble breathing. Even with Vash’s help, he’s barely upright; shoulders slumped and legs splayed, hips only held up in the air from Vash’s arm around his waist and hand around his hard cock. When he turns his head to look up at Vash, there’s real fear in his eyes. He looks so distraught, frightened of his own pleasure, that it finally makes Vash hesitate.
“…Color?” Vash asks quietly. Wolfwood opens and closes his mouth a few times, clearly trying to respond but unable to gather together the words to do so.
Vash might have pushed it too far. He’s not actually trying to set Wolfwood up for failure, as pretty as he is for it. Admittedly, sometimes that’s what Wolfwood needs– to know that even when he collapses under the weight of his own expectations, that no matter how little he thinks of himself, how falsely unworthy he believes he is, Vash will always be at the end of the tunnel waiting for him.
But tonight is supposed to be so Wolfwood understands that he belongs to Vash. That anything Vash says, any command he gives, Wolfwood will follow. That Wolfwood doesn’t have to be responsible for himself. That he’s safe. But Vash can’t get Wolfwood into that headspace if he pushes him so hard he fails.
Wolfwood still hasn’t answered him yet. Vash makes an executive decision and starts to pull out, only for Wolfwood’s hand to shoot out, lightning quick, to hold him in place with a surprisingly strong grip.
“Okay. Take your time, Nick.” He leans down, nuzzling little kisses into a tense shoulder until Wolfwood gradually starts to slump into his embrace. “I’ve got you.”
For a long moment, neither of them say anything. Wolfwood’s at least stopped crying so hard. His soft, almost inaudible moans are the only sound in the room as he tries to string together a working sentence. Despite his broad frame, he feels so small underneath Vash right now, trembling in his arms like a newborn deer, weeping quietly. There’s a fine shiver running through his entire body when Vash rubs a reassuring hand on his chest, patient.
“-Green.” Wolfwood finally manages to gasp out with a sob, “so fucking green, fuck, I can do it, I’ll be good–“
“Okay.” Vash whispers, nearly bowled over with affection, “Alright.” The amount of control this gorgeous, stunning man has ceded to Vash– the amount of trust- is dizzying, and Vash will do everything in his power to make sure he’s earned it.
They cling to each other, chest to back, as Wolfwood’s twitching slowly subsides. After he’s quieted down a bit, only letting out the occasional sniffle, Vash starts rubbing soothing circles over his lower abdomen, right over where he’s stuffed nice and full. The movement has Wolfwood momentarily tensing up again, but after a few minutes, he slowly begins to lean into the touch.
“That’s it. Just like that.” Vash says softly. Wolfwood makes an affirmative noise, a little wet but mostly intact. Achingly vulnerable. “You’re doing so good. Breath with me?”
Wolfwood nods unsteadily. Underneath him, Vash can feel Wolfwood’s muscles relax at the praise. His breathing– previously so rattled and shaky– finally evens out, until he’s matching each inhale and exhale with Vash.
Vash loses count of how long they stay like that, flesh hand curled protectively around his cock, his prosthetic against Wolfwood’s abdomen, rising and falling on each intake.
Even without being able to feel the weight of his cock inside Wolfwood, Vash can tell that he must be gradually relaxing around him– his abs unclench, his thighs part. Soft and sweet. Occasionally, Vash will press a kiss to the nape of his neck, savoring in the the tiny little shiver it gets from Wolfwood each time, but for now, he keeps things chaste.
It's only then, Wolfwood turned quiet and docile in his arms, that Vash feels it: Wolfwood’s cock, slowly, incrementally, going flaccid in Vash’s unmoving grip. Oh.
“Good.” Vash praises, and Wolfwood gasps out a moan, one that grows high and needy as Vash slips out of him. He only quiets when Vash presses another reassuring kiss to the back of his neck, settling back into the mattress with a small sigh when Vash carefully turns him over. “So, so good for me. I knew you could do it. Did such a good job taking care of mommy’s cock.” Vash gently brushes Wolfwood’s bangs from where they’ve fallen across his face, soaking in the sight before him. Wolfwood's eyes are glazed over, dark lashes clumped together with tears, and Vash feels like he’s going to overfill from all the love welling up inside of him. “What do you need? Say it and it’s yours.”
Wolfwood blinks up at him, that dazed, faraway expression still present on his face as he slowly processes what Vash said. When he does finally speak, it’s a slurred, “Wha…Whatever mommy wants…”
His eyes close, content and completely oblivious as Vash tries desperately not to lose his shit above him. He’s hanging on by a fucking thread at this point. Even after all that, Wolfwood hadn’t thought to ask if he could come.
With Wolfwood still out of it, Vash takes a moment for himself, frantically undoing the buckles of his harness and slipping it off before shoving two fingers inside himself. His fingers come away soaked in wet, as Vash practically bites his lip off hiding the moan trying to force its way out of him.
Sometime in the middle of demolishing Wolfwood Vash had lost track of his own pleasure, only for it to hit full force the moment he finally touched himself. He’s practically drenched, clit jutting out hard and swollen and desperately in need of stimulation. Below him, and completely unaware of Vash’s predicament, Wolfwood moans to himself, squirming and empty as he rubs his legs together. Fuck, how does Wolfwood always look so good in garters? Briefly, Vash considers just jerking himself off, maybe forcing Wolfwood to watch– But no. He came into tonight with a plan. Wolfwood might have had to put up with a month of his dick being locked away, but it’s also been a month since Vash has been able to get properly fucked, and he intends to make up for lost time.
Wolfwood lets out the tiniest groan when Vash slips the dildo out from his harness and presses it back into him, nestled right up against his prostate. Vash doesn’t bother with teasing touches this time, just swings a leg over Wolfwood and holds his limp cock in place before seating himself fully.
Wolfwood’s eyes fly open, limbs flailing wildly as Vash presses down against him. And oh, Vash has missed this, missed the warm and heavy weight of Wolfwood’s cock inside of him. He can’t exactly fuck himself while Wolfwood is soft, but even with that caveat, Wolfwood’s cock is not small– and Vash spends a long moment just to luxuriate in the feeling of finally being filled. God, he can physically feel Wolfwood start to get bigger inside of him, and Vash lets out a guttural moan as Wolfwood’s poor confused cock starts to fill him up. A month of being locked up, all that length and weight tucked away, and he still slots perfectly inside Vash. Vash starts up an absolutely filthy grind that hits all the best spots inside of him, as Wolfwood– perfect, wonderful, amazing Wolfwood– stays still underneath him, quivering from the effort of holding back until Vash commands it, hands clenching and unclenching around Vash’s slim waist.
“You want to fuck me?” Vash asks, basking in the desperate spasm of Wolfwood’s hands on him at the words, the way he gapes up at Vash as he flicks neat, precise circles against his own clit. “Then beg me for it.”
The response is immediate. “Please let me fuck you, it’ll be so good– I’ll be so good, please, I promise, let me fuck you with your cock, wanna come, wanna come– please– !” The surge of want that rises up in Vash almost overtakes him. He’s always loved Wolfwood’s voice, even before he’d fully realized just how fucking gone he actually was for the other man. Whether Wolfwood was calming down the kids at the daycare center, or yelling obscenities after Vash trounced him at Mario Cart for the umpteenth time, just hearing Wolfwood talk with that baritone confidence always makes something hot and warm settle in Vash’s belly. So he gets a special kind of pleasure when he manages to get that rich, southern drawl of Wolfwood’s to spill absolute filth.
“Please…?”
“Mommy, may I come please mommy, please let me come,” Wolfwood cries, too lost in his own pleasure to hesitate at this point. Any mortification he’d felt earlier has vanished, replaced completely with sheer desperation and shamelessness. God, Vash could spit in his mouth right now and Wolfwood would probably thank him.
“Daddy can– daddy can fuck me, but no coming. Not until mommy has.” Vash orders, voice only splintering a little bit as he revels in the defeated moan Wolfwood gurgles out in response. His own sense of control feels like it’s close to a breaking point, struggling to tamp down his impending orgasm as long as possible. “You’ve been doing so well, you can do this last thing for me, can’t you?”
Wolfwood nods desperately, still so eager to please even after having been pent up and thrown around for weeks. His hips begin jerking up in frantic, uncoordinated thrusts that have them both whining, Vash curling forward so that his clit drags against that dark thatch of hair every time Wolfwood rocks against him, pushing all his weight down so that Wolfwood gets as much pleasure as possible from the dildo. Wolfwood lets out a loud moan, but even in the state he’s in, he's clearly doing his best to get Vash off, hitting all the best spots inside of him.
It’s good. Every thrust of Wolfwood’s cock is so good, leaves Vash near falling apart at the seams. But none of it compares to the sight of Wolfwood underneath him, utterly debauched and panting wildly as he stares up at Vash like he’s having a religious experience. Tears run freely down his cheeks, brown skin painted dark with arousal. Vash did that. Vash made him look like that, made him cry like that, helpless and humiliated and so, so desperate to please.
One thrust, then another, and he’s done, eyes rolling up and mouth open on a cry as Wolfwood splits him in two. Pulses of hot pleasure roll through him, and every nerve ending in his body feels like it’s turned molten as he squirts across Wolfwood’s stomach. All of it is incomparable to the expression on Wolfwood’s face as he looks up at Vash, equal parts desperate and besotted.
“Mommy–“
“You can come,” Vash gasps out, and Wolfwood sobs with relief, two large palms coming up to grip Vash’s waist as he starts a frantic pace, fucking up into Vash so deeply he can feel it in his throat, and oh, too much, he needs more, it hurts in all the best ways, he needs more, he wants Wolfwood to absolutely paint his insides with come until he’s drenched with it, he needs more–
“W– What does daddy say when he gets what he wants?”
Wolfwood sobs, tears of pain and relief streaming down his face, “T– thank you mommy, thank you, thank you, th– hgk–“
Wolfwood comes with an agonized wail. His eyes roll back, spilling deep inside of Vash as he has his first proper orgasm in a month. He’s still grinding up directly against Vash’s g-spot, somehow instinctively knowing to pleasure the other man even as he’s falling to pieces. It’s maybe a little too much, especially when Vash is still recovering from his own orgasm, but he leans into the movement, spasming and squeezing down on Wolfwood’s cock, ignoring Wolfwood’s pained whimpers as come and slick gush out of him and starts soaking the bedsheets.
Even with Wolfwood fucking into him like a man possessed, Vash manages to flail a hand behind himself, squeezing the balls of the dildo hard. The rest of the cum lube squirts into Wolfwood, leading to an absolutely obscene squelching sound as Wolfwood clenches down on the toy with a wild noise, stuffed full and leaking.
Another thrust, another moan, and then Wolfwood’s dick is kicking a second time inside of Vash as he orgasms again on a pitched, drawn out whine of “Mommyyy–!” Vash stares down at him, open mouthed and utterly in awe even as he nearly collapses from the overstimulation, pleasure stabbing through him like a hot knife to the gut. Wolfwood’s back arches beautifully, almost knocking Vash off of him as he throws his head back with a ragged sob, legs kicking out and toes curling before he slumps down into the bed, utterly exhausted.
Vash collapses onto Wolfwood with a moan, only flinching a little when Wolfwood’s cock slips out of him, along with a truly impressive amount of come. Now that he has tacit permission, Wolfwood reaches out for Vash immediately, desperate hands coming up to card through Vash’s hair and pull him closer. Vash is more than happy to cooperate. Wolfwood’s arms are warm and comforting around him, as is his mumbled, half delirious mantra of mommy mommy mommy-
For a moment, neither of them say anything else, only panting out great, shuddery breaths as they both come down. When Vash is finally able to look up, Wolfwood is still crying, a steady stream of tears leaking out like a faucet as he stares up at nothing. He’s so handsome like this it almost tempts Vash into another round, but even he isn’t that mean.
“….’S good?” Wolfwood’s voice comes out rough, but even crying, there’s a small smile on his face. When Vash uses both thumbs to wipe up the tears from Wolfwood’s eyes, the only response he gets is Wolfwood blinking up at him, languid and hazy. He always gets like this after a scene– so mellow, so sweet, almost heartbreakingly vulnerable.
“Incredible.” Vash responds honestly, and his voice only cracks a bit, even as his heart feels near to bursting. He bends down to press a kiss into Wolfwood’s chest, right over his own beating heart. “You take such good care of me, Nick. Thank you for trusting me to do the same for you.”
Seemingly content with this response, Wolfwood nods blearily. He throws an arm over Vash’s waist, pulling Vash closer until his face is buried in Wolfwood’s neck. Vash nestles in closer, until the two of them are practically plastered together, occasionally trading kisses even as Wolfwood lays shivery and barely conscious underneath him. The next time Vash looks up, Wolfwood is snoring softly, little breaths gently tousling Vash’s blond spikes on each exhale.
At some point, Vash is going to have to get up and take care of Wolfwood, the toys, and the disgusting ruins of their bedsheets. But right now his brain is empty, his legs feel like jelly, and there’s a pleasant ache against his insides that he already knows is going to linger for the next few days. He curls in closer to Wolfwood and lets himself enjoy this.
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When Vash notices that Wolfwood is waking up, Vash has an armful of washed and dried sex toys he’s about to start putting away, all of which immediately get dumped back onto the bed and forgotten as he hurries over to his partner. Vash flops down next to Wolfwood, only cringing a little bit when he lands directly in a damp spot. Their bedsheets are a lost cause at this point, but while Wolfwood was out, Vash had at least been able to shift him over to the side that doesn’t have multiple wet spots lying in wait like booby traps.
The first semi coherent sound Wolfwood makes is “Mmmgh.” The second, “Fucking hell, Spiky. You’re a real freak, you know that?”
Vash giggles, letting Wolfwood pull him close and nuzzle into his hair before reaching for the glass full of ice water he'd set out beforehand. He sounds mostly like himself again, if a little more raw, a little more tender around the edges. “Hello to you too, handsome. Here, drink this.” Wolfwood rolls his eyes, but he still accepts the glass when Vash carefully tips it into his mouth, one hand at Wolfwood's nape so he can hold his head back for him.
“How do you feel?” Vash frets once he’s done, hands fluttering all over Wolfwood even as he’s unable to keep the thread of anxiety from leaking into his voice. “Did you like it?”
“No, I absolutely hated it, that’s why I came like six times. Of course I fucking liked it. Dumbass.” Wolfwood says, rolling his eyes. His voice still comes out hoarse, no surprise after cradling Vash’s dick in his throat for so long, but there’s a loopy little smile on his face, and he looks blissed out and happy.
“Good.” Vash kisses him on the temple before beginning to gather up all of the toys from where they’d scattered across the bed. “I'll be right back in bed with you in a sec, okay?”
Infuriatingly, Wolfwood still tries to sit up as soon as he notices what Vash is doing. “Oh, hey– I can get those, Spiky.”
“Nope. Nuh uh.” Vash immediately swivels around, pointing the dildo at him threateningly. “I did not spend all that time fucking you into unconsciousness just for you to get right back up.”
Wolfwood looks like he’s about to argue further, but when Vash brandishes the dildo at him again, this time with far more menace, he settles for falling back into bed with a pout. It’s not an idle threat– Vash can and has squirted Wolfwood with a dildo full of lube when the other man gets too uppity. He could lie and claim that it was a sex thing, but truthfully, half the time it’s more like he’s spraying a water bottle at an ornery cat.
Yes, Vash can acknowledge that it is a minor miracle that Wolfwood still enjoys sleeping with him.
Leaving Wolfwood to sulk, Vash putters around, inspecting each toy to make sure it’s been fully dried out before storing them away. He leaves the cage on the bed. When he turns back around, Wolfwood has started unclipping his garters and tugging the socks off. Halfway through, he looks up and notices the pleading look on Vash’s face.
Wolfwood stares at him.
Vash widens his eyes and juts his lower lip out, quivering.
One extremely long suffering sigh later, the socks are back on. “Happy?”
“Extremely.” Vash responds cheerfully, before falling back onto the bed with a satisfied oomph. He holds up the cage with a grin. “Now, how about we get this little guy back on?“
It's cute, how fast Wolfwood switches from annoyed to bashful. He drops his gaze, one thigh folding over the other almost like he’s trying to protect himself. “Y– yeah, sure.”
Vash crawls his way over until he’s looming over Wolfwood, thighs spread out on either side of his waist and one hand tilting Wolfwood’s chin up. “Not the answer I’m looking for, Nick.”
“Fuck, fine– put it back on. Please.” Wolfwood still can’t look him in the eyes, but it’s close enough to what Vash wanted that he lets it go. He’d wanted to wait until Wolfwood was awake to put the cage back on, partially because he’s adorable when he gets all shy and embarrassed, but mostly to check in that it’s something Wolfwood genuinely still wants. From Wolfwood’s reaction, the answer to that is a resounding yes.
Wolfwood bites his lip when Vash carefully rubs cream all over his cock, his balls, his inner thighs before reaching for the cage. Throughout it all, his dick still stays soft and unassuming between his legs. Good boy.
Vash pauses. “Did you want the plug back in too?” He’s only asking because he knows how much Wolfwood likes the constant ache of being filled, being owned, but getting stuffed so full again after multiple consecutive orgasms might be too much even for him.
“Mn. Later, yeah.” Wolfwood sighs, legs parting easy as anything. The black garters and diaphanous material of the socks are a sharp contrast against his brown skin, as Wolfwood remains blissfully unaware of the level of self control it’s taking Vash to not pounce on him and wring another few orgasms out of him. Nevermind that Vash had been the one begging him to keep them on, it’s still unfair. “This is good for now.”
“Ready?”
“All yours, Angel.” Wolfwood gazes up at Vash through half lidded eyes, a tiny smirk on his face as he lifts a leg over Vash’s shoulder. One silk clad foot deliberately caresses its way down his spine. Alright– Maybe not so unaware, then.
It only takes a few well practiced movements to secure Wolfwood back where he belongs- His shaft and balls fitted through the metal ring, locked in place with his cock ensconced comfortably inside the cage.
“Everything feel okay?” Vash asks once the key has been safely tied back around his neck, lifting up the small heft of him and moving it carefully to examine the fit.
Wolfwood shimmies his hips back and forth, readjusting to the feeling of the cage around his cock with a soft sigh as Vash silently tries not to go insane. “Yeah. 'S kinda heavy, but I’m used to it now.”
He really has no business being this attractive. Vash groans, dropping down so that he can let out a muffled scream into Wolfwood’s tits. Then, still buried, “You’re incredible, Nick.”
“Should be sayin’ that to you.” Wolfwood says fondly. He pets a hand through Vash’s hair, ruffling up the blond spikes even further into disarray, “Even if you are turning into a sadist.”
“I’m not!” Vash whines into his chest, and– okay– maybe he does get off a little now on how cute Wolfwood looks when he’s writhing in pain, but it’s only because of how much Wolfwood likes it! Mostly. Honestly, it’s kind of hard to summon up any real outrage when he’s got a face full of Wolfwood’s gloriously firm tits.
“You are.”
“Only because you asked me to be– !”
“I asked you to lock up my dick,” Wolfwood counters, and to his credit he only stumbles a little bit over the words before soldiering on, “The rest of that was all you.”
“Well– ! That is–!” Vash splutters, finally managing to extract himself from Wolfwood’s cleavage as he desperately looks for an excuse and finds none. He can feel his face turning bright red.
Wolfwood stares at him incredulously. “Why the hell are you embarrassed?! I’m the one who had to call you– you– “ His mouth clamps shut. Sensing weakness, Vash immediately changes tactics. He leans in closer, fluttering his eyelashes as he smiles up at Wolfwood, sharp as a predator sizing up its prey.
“Come on, Nick. You’re really going to sit there and pretend you didn’t enjoy it too?”
Wolfwood blinks rapidly, clearly not having expected the tables to be turned on him so quickly. “It was– fine.” It’s such a blatant understatement Vash can’t even find it in himself to be annoyed. Especially not when Wolfwood has to look away again, completely unable to maintain eye contact. He’s so cute.
“Careful there.” Vash purrs, back in his element now that he’s got Wolfwood on the hook. He moves his hand down, until he’s cupping the soft heft of Wolfwood’s balls and the small cage resting on top, a neat little handful now that Wolfwood is locked back up. “Keep on lying to mommy and it might just be even longer before I let you out this time.”
Wolfwood colors immediately, he’s so easy. He turns away, but that only makes it easier for Vash to nip gently at his ear, dark with blush and radiating heat. “Shit. I– come on, Spiky…”
“Tell you what, Nick.” Vash continues softly, dragging his finger across the metal bars and not even bothering to entertain Wolfwood’s weak noise of protest, “If you really don’t like it, next time you can call me daddy instead. How’s that sound, mommy?”
Wolfwood’s eyes go shocked and wide, and though he splutters when he shoves Vash off of him, Vash doesn’t miss the way he’s already starting to chub up again against the cage. Poor thing.
Fine. Maybe there is a small part of him that gets off on seeing his partner all cute and mortified.
In his defense, Wolfwood really does make it too easy.