[ It takes him a moment. His face is still pressed against the mess of Vash's hair, his eyes half-closed as he tries desperately not to lose it at the feeling of sinking himself deep, the new sensation of Vash's cock sliding hard and slick against his stomach with every thrust. But then there's the glow, filtering through his lashes, and he lifts his head.
It's not the first time he's seen it. It is the first time he's seen it when Vash wasn't doing plant stuff, which always comes threaded taut with anxiety about what it might be doing to him. The first time he's seen feathers, a fine dusting of them over the sliver of high cheekbone that peeks out from where Vash has his face tucked away.
It's vain, such a vain thought, but it doesn't feel like this is random timing. It feels like what they're doing has maybe forced Vash to let go of his mask long enough that the truth of him is shining through. And if it's that, if it's a release, Wolfwood wants it for him. Rolls his hips faster, presses deeper, heedless of how close that drags him to the edge when it makes the petals feel like they're pulsing around the base of his cock, the tight sweetness inside squeeze around him. He lifts that hand, brushes gentle fingers over the silky down. ]
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Date: 2023-02-25 07:54 am (UTC)It's not the first time he's seen it. It is the first time he's seen it when Vash wasn't doing plant stuff, which always comes threaded taut with anxiety about what it might be doing to him. The first time he's seen feathers, a fine dusting of them over the sliver of high cheekbone that peeks out from where Vash has his face tucked away.
It's vain, such a vain thought, but it doesn't feel like this is random timing. It feels like what they're doing has maybe forced Vash to let go of his mask long enough that the truth of him is shining through. And if it's that, if it's a release, Wolfwood wants it for him. Rolls his hips faster, presses deeper, heedless of how close that drags him to the edge when it makes the petals feel like they're pulsing around the base of his cock, the tight sweetness inside squeeze around him. He lifts that hand, brushes gentle fingers over the silky down. ]
Beautiful.