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[ The world outside of Vash comes back to him slow as sunrise, until he can finally shape his mouth enough to make that rubbing into an actual kiss. He'd thought the sounds Vash is making were just breathing, but a tear slips out to track over his cheek and run warm against Wolfwood's face, and his heart breaks just a little. It doesn't matter how much he knows Vash is more likely to cry about what's good than what's bad, or that Vash doesn't even seem to notice he's doing it. It still makes him ache. Not enough to undo the still-thrumming echoes of pleasure in him, not enough to dampen how pleased he is, but enough. ]

Shh, shh. I've got you. You were so good.