fourstrings | lies on the lips of a priest

lies on the lips of a priest

[ When you live the kind of life Wolfwood does, you have to have rules in place. Like: some things you remember, and some things you forget, because if you don’t do the second thing there’s no way you’ll survive the first. Or: children are pure, and adults, in general, are shit. Or: People can call him Wolfwood (for preference), Punisher (if it’s work), or Nick (at a stretch), but nobody gets to call him Nico anymore. Or: it’s better to fuck without kissing if you can get away with it, because kissing – faces close so close you share breath, the thing that everyone needs to keep living – is how you catch feelings.

Vash has an irritating way of blasting right through all his rules.

Rule one, they’ve done okay with. He can’t remember what it was that tipped him off that the restless, fidgeting way Vash tossed and turned when they shared a bed meant he wanted to cuddle. And that’s good, because it’s probably some tearjerking, traumatic bullshit that causes Vash to be so fucking anxious when someone’s that close that he can’t be at ease unless they wrap him up close and kind. He did, though; figured it out, caught Vash up in his arms and felt the other man go pliable and sweet in his embrace, and he finally managed some fucking sleep. After that is where is all turned to shit. They next time they’d done it Vash had just been watching him with those big, clear eyes, his permanent blush starker even in the dark, and maybe it was some stupid plant power at play but Wolfwood lost his mind and kissed him. It had been good, warm and wet and heated, and Vash had said please, Nico, can I- with his hand already halfway in Wolfwood’s pants and of course he’d said yes. But when it came time to repay the favour Vash had brightly said oh, that’s okay, I’m actually really tired! and immediately done the worst job of pretending to fall asleep Wolfwood’s ever seen in his life, complete with little snoring sounds that were a hair’s breadth from the honk-shooo mimimimimi bullshit you see in old cartoons.

The next time they’d done it Vash had kissed him first, and he’d been really into it until he shoved one of his thighs between those stupidly long, slender legs with the idea of grinding it against Vash until he had no option but to let Wolfwood give him a blowjob or at least a handy, and realized Vash wasn’t hard. That had felt shitty, but he still let Vash get him off, and that’s how he knows he fucked up when he broke his rule: he kissed, and then he had to lay there feeling like worm shit after he finished and Vash answered his groping hand with thanks, but that was enough for me! and faked falling asleep again.

This time, when Vash thrashes around and Wolfwood pulls him in close, he jerks his head back when Vash leans in for a kiss. He wants it – of course he does – but his stomach’s sour as a hangover when he thinks about going through that whole performance again. Rocking his hardon against a pelvis so flat Vash might as well be one of those dumb boy dolls they make so the dolls with long blonde hair and ballistic plastic tits have someone for little girls to marry them to, coming in a way that makes him want to watch Vash’s face and tell him things he doesn’t tell anyone, laying there hating himself for it when Vash makes fake little mnm mnm sleep sounds.

He squints against the dark. A wasted effort, when the colour of Vash’s big eyes almost seems to glow, but he does it anyway. ]

You know you don’t have to do all that shit. I’ll still hold you.

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[ No, what the fuck? He's still trying to process the fact that Vash just said he likes the way he smells when Vash does that, and all the thoughts scatter out of his head like birds at a gunshot. He moans, and sets the hand that was already down there to flick Vash in his beautiful face at petting through his hair. Just that, just the warm, wet drag of Vash's tongue and he's already moaning like he's never had a blowjob before.

Not his fault. Vash got him all wound up! He sighs an exhale. ]

S'good.

I like the way you sound, too. [ so obviously pleased with himself. settling down until he's flat on his belly, propping himself up with the prosthetic arm and letting his feet kick the air lazily behind him. ] 'Specially when you sound that way because of me.

[ and then he's closing his mouth around the head, sucking with a pleased little noise like he's the one being touched. ]

Fuck.

[ It's a breathy little thing, but he laughs. Vash admitting he's doing good (sort of) is progress! And then he starts sucking, and Wolfwood's head drops back against the bedding. It's kind of a lot right off the bat, but that's good. Vash is good, and Wolfwood keeps running his hand through his hair, reaches back to drag fingers over the velvety softness where it's buzzed close to his skull. ]

You're a menace. Saying shit like that all proud, you're gonna -

[ make him fall in love. ]

[ ah, that's good. the feeling of wolfwood's nails raking over his undercut gets a pleased little rumble out of vash, eyes fluttering half-closed.

not enough to distract from the task at hand, though! he's smart enough to know that watching his teeth is a crucial part of this whole endeavor, so he's careful! but he swirls his tongue around the head of wolfwood's cock -- half because he's intrigued by the heat and weight of it in his mouth, and half just to see what it'll make him do. ]

[ What it'll make him do is groan heavy and start to rock his hips up into Vash's mouth before he catches himself and flattens back against the bed, his free hand fisting in the bedding with the effort of it. Vash jerking him off had been great (except for the fake sleep fiasco), but it's been a while since he got his dick sucked and the velvet swirl of Vash's tongue is incredible. Which reminds him - Vash said he hadn't done this before, he should be giving feedback! ]

Fuck, Vash. That's good.

[ ... okay, maybe he needs to work on the feedback. But who's at their most eloquent while they're getting a blowjob, really? ]

[ oh.

wolfwood rocks his hips up into vash's mouth, and even before he says anything, that physical feedback is good. enough for him to drop a hand to wolfwood's hip and give him a little squeeze of encouragement.

but if wolfwood likes it, then he'll obviously like more, right? it feels like a solid theory, so vash is dipping his head to take more of him in. pulling back slowly before he repeats it, humming a lazy little sound to himself. ]

[ Hypothesis proven, because Vash starts that slow slide over Wolfwood's dick and it's already enough to make him groan, but then Vash starts humming and the faint buzz of it echoing through his mouth and into Wolfwood's cock is dizzying. He slaps his hand over the one Vash has on his hip, scrabbles at it until he can lace their fingers together. He's not a hand-holder, hasn't been since he was a kid and it was intended as something protective, but the feeling of it grounds him. That makes him bold enough to prop himself up a little, look down, and... wow. That's Vash, pretty as a sunflower, sucking his dick and looking just pleased as punch about it. ]

You're beautiful. Fuck.

[ he jolts a little as wolfwood slaps a hand over his, startled, but. oh. wolfwood laces their fingers together, and the gesture is so sweet that it makes vash's heart squeeze in his chest. he glances up, just wanting to see the other man's face --

and that turns out to be a fucking mistake, because the way their eyes lock right as wolfwood hits him with that is devastating.

vash moans around him before he can help it, lashes fluttering as the praise rolls over him like something physical. his hips hitch forward against the mattress underneath him -- it's tempting to reach a hand down and touch himself, but no! he's determined to keep the focus on wolfwood.

he does have to breathe, though. which is why he lets wolfwood's cock pop out of his mouth with a little haah as he catches his breath -- but only for a second! then he's diving right in with enthusiasm, pushing himself to take more in. what happens if he goes all the way? will it fit? ]

[ Oh, for fuck's sake. He knows Vash is trying to catch his breath - he can hear him dragging air in! - but the sight of Vash letting Wolfwood's cock pop wetly out of his mouth and then going right back in for more is so hot it might as well have been perfectly calculated to ruin him. He moans, squeezes at the hand he has locked with his own. ]

Careful - [ A warning as he feels Vash pushing further, but it's halfhearted at best. He's greedy for it now, any thoughts of wanting to protect his dignity by dragging it out lost to how good it feels, how gorgeous Vash looks doing it. ]

[ it's very rude to roll your eyes while you've got your mouth stuffed with someone's dick, but hey. wolfwood has known him way too long to think vash is at all interested in being careful. especially not with this! something new and wonderful and exciting, something that he knows makes wolfwood feel good.

in fact! he's gonna go ahead and ignore that warning and see what he can do about pushing down all the way. there's a moment where he thinks the pressure at the opening of his throat is too much -- but then he swallows, and wolfwood's cock slides in to the wet clutch of his throat. ]

Oh, fuck -!

[ There's a moment where he's prepared to grab Vash by the hair and yank him off because God knows he's stubborn enough not to let choking stop him, and then ...

he doesn't choke. Not even a little. Wolfwood just feels the pressure of a swallow and then the head of his cock sliding right into Vash's throat like it's welcoming him, and his breath turns to heavy panting. No wonder the little shit rolled his eyes. This time when his hips try to roll up he doesn't stop them, greedy to see how far this can go, even if he keeps it slow. He reaches down with the hand that isn't laced through Vash's just to run the pad of his thumb over Vash's throat, humming low at the touch. ]

Full of surprises, aren't you?

[ It's low, breathy, adoring. ]

Mmm.

[ which is about the best response he can manage, and yet somehow? vash manages to sound endlessly pleased with himself. but the way wolfwood rolls his hips up and presses just a little more of himself inside is enough to make vash groan a low noise around him, squirming restlessly against the mattress again. he likes... the thought of it? that pleasure is something wolfwood can take from him, because vash is almost blindly willing to give it.

and he likes this, too. the stretch of wolfwood's dick in his throat, stuffing him full enough to make his jaw ache and have tears burning at the corner of his eyes. there's something satisfying about it, like he's pulled off a tricky shot in front of an adoring audience, and he's greedy for the praise. ]

[ Christ. Vash makes little noises - a hum of what's probably agreement, a groan - and he can feel it, vibrating through his dick to make the whole thing even more mindblowing than it already was. It's hard to feel bad about forgetting his manners and pressing into Vash's throat when he made that noise, his eyes going a little glassy with it - so he does it again. Slow, easy - he couldn't do it hard if he wanted to like this, all his weight balanced on the elbow that's digging into the bed so he can keep holding Vash's hand, but he doesn't want to do it hard. Just like this, that tight slide that feels so fucking good he can already feel the heat of an orgasm coiling tight in his belly, the look on Vash's face making something coil even tighter in his chest. ]

You feel so good. Look good, too, you're - haa - so good, so fucking beautiful -

[ He reaches to thumb away a tear where Vash's eyes are watering enough for it to spill, ends up rubbing tenderly over the little beauty mark by his eye. Too good for this, too perfect, but Wolfwood is a selfish man, and he'll take it. ]

[ vash is trying not to be selfish! he is! and he's made it this far, but -- wolfwood spills that praise over him like a priest saying benediction, and the surge of arousal that follows buzzes through his whole body like electricity. he manages a garbled little whimper around the cock stretching his mouth, shifting his weight onto his hip just so that he can slide the prosthetic hand between his legs in search of a little relief.

that doesn't mean he lets up, though! he sucks greedily around wolfwood's cock like he's desperate for it, the sound of it wet and filthy as the other man rocks into his mouth. good, it's good -- the magazine didn't warn him that he was going to like doing it this much. ]

[ And just like that, he knows he's a goner. Vash whimpers in a way that sounds like he likes it, confirms the suspicion by reaching down between his legs, like this has him so hot he can't help it. Wolfwood groans at it, feels the heat in him get to boiling just at the sight of it, let alone the determined way Vash sucks at him, and - ]

Oh, fuck. Vash. I'm gonna come. Last chance - [ panting, his breath laboured even as he cracks the joke, calling back to earlier ] to back out.

[ like hell is he backing out now! and, like he's trying to emphasize the point, he pushes forward to take that last little bit of wolfwood into his mouth, nose pressed into the dark curls of hair at the base of the other man's cock. it sends a little thrum of satisfaction through him, and the way he strokes two fingers up along the place where he's aching and needy almost feels like a reward.

he wants to make wolfwood come. wants to find new things to do that make wolfwood fumble for his hand to hold. wants to make him groan and growl and curse and say vash's name like that. already addicted to it, greedy. ]

[ Vash might actually be the terror the size of his bounty makes out, because Wolfwood was already right on the brink and then Vash pushes forward and takes him right to the root, and he loses it. Spots of light crowd his vision, his free hand slips back to pull at Vash's hair, and he growl's Vash's name as his hips roll uselessly with no more of his cock to push in as he comes. And fuck, it's incredible like this, the tightness of Vash's throat making every throb feel that much more intense, his hands tangled in Vash's hand and hair, every part of him thrumming with it. ]

[ see? he knew it'd be good. wolfwood growls his name, and vash moans around him in response, eyes fluttering half-shut as he soaks it in. he likes all of it -- the burn of his lungs starting to demand air, the hand wolfwood has fisted in his hair, the way the other man tries to press his hips up like vash has anything else to give him. it's so good it makes him dizzy --

oh, wait. that might be the oxygen thing, actually.

which is why he finally pulls back, sucking a greedy lungful of air and letting the last pulse of wolfwood's orgasm paint a messy stripe across his face. but... hmm. the perfect time to swipe his thumb through the sticky mess on his cheek and pop it into his mouth, considering. it's mostly salty, a little bitter; not nearly as good as a donut or a slice of pizza, but. it's all wolfwood, and it also feels like a little treat for a job well done.

so, brightly, even if his voice is a wreck: ] I like it!

Vash.

[ Wrecked, because he's still reeling from the sensation, but then he's confronted with the one-two punch of seeing his own come on Vash's face and seeing Vash taste it and apparently give it the seal of approval, and his voiced is husky and strained and Wolfwood knows it's because his cock was in that throat and it's all just... a lot. His dick hasn't even had time to start going soft and it's giving another valiant twitch against his stomach, like it's as bad at knowing its limits as Vash is.

There's nothing he can do. He drags a hand over his face, laughs low. ]

Come here. Let me hold you.

[ oh!

nevermind, vash likes this reward way better. he's scrambling to obey before wolfwood even manages to get the whole thing out -- but oh, whoops! taking a second to snatch at a corner of the sheet and scrub his face clean. but then! he's free to flop himself right on top of wolfwood, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth as he snuggles himself as close as he can. ]

[ Good. He curls his arms around Vash, nudges at his face enough to press a kiss to his lips, and then lets his head flop back against the pillow, because fuck. ]

That was amazing.

[ It's hard to inject a lot of spirit into his voice when he feels like it may have left his body right along with the jizz, but the intention is there! ]

Yeah?

[ beaming, soaking up that praise shamelessly. ]

Y'know what they say, practice makes perfect! Maybe we should try doing it once a day? At least.

[ especially if it gets him wolfwood like this. all relaxed and floppy and wanting to snuggle. vash is still turned on enough by the whole thing for the arousal to be a persistent little buzz, but it's worth shoving aside for cuddling. ]

At least? You trying to kill me? There's easier ways.

[ He's grinning, though, a lazy thing unfurling across his lips. That sounds good. When it was a one-way thing it was easy enough to decide to end it, but now he knows how it can be? How's he supposed to live without it? He hums, like he's gotta give it consideration. ]

There is a lot more I want to try with your whole... situation.

I dunno... [ doooubtful! ] I saw you get hit by a truck once.

[ if meryl's driving isn't enough to take someone out, they're probably sturdy enough to survive a daily blowjob. or two. or three, if they've really got some downtime.

but that makes him blink. dropping his cheek down onto one of wolfwood's shoulders, nuzzling lazily into the line of his throat. ] Situ... ation?

[ listen, he's a guy with multiple situations going on at once. specifics are needed. ]

[ Multiple situations indeed. ]

Don't know what you call all of that. I've just been thinking of it as your pussy and your dick.

[ It feels... crude, to say it like that when he's holding Vash this way. And he's never been one to shy away from being crude - he was even getting in trouble for his mouth back at the orphanage - so it doesn't escape him that it's weird to be worried about it now. He lifts a hand to stroke at the soft burr of undercut at the back of Vash's head, as much to ground himself as anything else. ]

I've never been lucky enough to fool around with someone who had both before, that's for sure.

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