lies on the lips of a priest

[anthophilia]

[ 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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[anthophilia]

Too bad. It's not happening again.

[ Which is as close as he can bring himself to saying out loud that he's totally screwed, because now that things feel even he's letting Vash have whatever he wants and giving it gladly. There's still... the matter of his employment, but he's meant to be keeping Vash safe and he'd do that anyway. He doesn't want to think about that now, though, so he rubs his thumb over Vash's cheek, lets the sight of the smile on the other man's face ease him. ]

[spiculatus]

Ehehe, you say that now.

[ but, ah. he can't resist the urge to lean into that hand on his cheek, closing his eyes like he's trying to soak in the touch. it's good. it feels almost impossible that they've been able to come this far, that wolfwood still wants to touch him this.

... that he's still allowed to touch wolfwood! which reminds him...

he slides his hand lower, stroking his fingertips up along the length of wolfwood's cock. ] Oh, wow. Is this all for me?

[anthophilia]

[ Wolfwood is embarrassed for his dick. After a line like that, it has no business twitching eagerly at that touch. He puts a hand over his face, trying to hide the fact that he's laughing - if Vash finds out he thought that was funny, he'll never fuckin stop. ]

Doesn't do any cool tricks like yours. Don't go expecting it to get longer than this or sprout any of those ridges.

[spiculatus]

Maybe no one has given it the right encouragement, yet!

[ is he serious? maybe. that sex ed cartoon wasn't exactly comprehensive.

and wolfwood has no time to be properly alarmed about the implications of this, because vash is wrapping his fingers around him to give him a proper stroke. wriggling himself closer as he does it, nuzzling down the line of wolfwood's throat and planting an open-mouthed kiss on his collarbone. ]

[anthophilia]

[ He's laughing again, and does a shitty job of stifling it this time because when Vash strokes him it turns into a moan. That kiss is sweet, and the warmth of Vash against him is good. It's not like it was the other times, frantic and heated, and that's good too. It's nice to feel like they're... doing it on purpose. He puts a hand in Vash's stupid hair, ruffles his fingers gently through it. ]

It is, by the way. For you. Seeing you like that, touching you you that way. Can't remember the last time I was this hard.

[spiculatus]

Oh.

[ it comes out like a little sigh, almost deliriously happy. just hearing that is enough to send a little pulse of heat through him, something that ignites his blood and settles down warm and heavy at the pit of his belly.

unfortunately, because vash is a fucking idiot, the thing he decides to say about it is: ] Hooray!

[ and then he's pouncing before wolfwood gets the chance to regret every life decision that's brought him here and try fleeing. beaming down at him, and taking a minute to steal a kiss off wolfwood's mouth before he works his way down to settle between his legs. ] I'm so lucky.

[anthophilia]

[ Did he just fuckin-

he said hooray.

They're getting busy, and he said hooray.

Wolfwood has some choice words about that, and he's lining them all up in his head with the appropriate cussing between, when Vash settles between his legs and there's a little flare of warning. And stupidly, it's not even Wolfwood's brain warning him about those teeth! He puts a hand on Vash's shoulder, squeezes. ]

Hey. Have you done this before?

[spiculatus]

[ it's a hardship to look up from his prize (wolfwood's dick) and focus in on that question. but once he does? vash blinks, squints a little in confusion. ]

Touched your dick? [ slowly, like maybe wolfwood is dealing with a brain injury and vash is going to have to be the one to break it to him. ] Yeah. You were there.

[anthophilia]

Sucked one, dumbass. Assuming that's what you're down there for.

[ It's only now he realizes that was a hell of an assumption. Maybe he only wanted a specific view? Maybe he wanted to be out of reach for Wolfwood to clamp a hand over his mouth when he says shit like "hooray" and "you were there". ]

[spiculatus]

Ohhh.

[ taking a moment to contemplate this. ] Well, no.

But I saw it in a magazine, once! [ proud of himself, like it's an actual credential. ]

[anthophilia]

[ He's about to let a man whose teeth are halfway to fangs suck his dick with no prior experience and only a magazine for guidance. It's time to quit this gig and find God for real. Alas, he is cursed with horniness, so he rolls his eyes and forges on. ]

Listen. I'll tell you when I'm gonna come, and you need to get your mouth off me. You can use your hand to finish. We don't taste like you do.

[spiculatus]

What? Why?

[ it's polite to accept your sexual partner's boundaries without arguing. unfortunately, vash is fucking rude, so he's pouting about it. ] I won't know if I like it unless I try.

[anthophilia]

You won't. It's bad.

[ It's kind of unfair, really. Wolfwood smokes enough that flavour is mostly a gentle suggestion, and Vash tastes sweet. Meanwhile Vash has a sweet tooth, and Wolfwood has regular old nasty human come. He reaches down and flicks Vash on the forehead - but gently. He's getting soft. ]

Eh, what do I care. It's your mouth, your funeral.

[spiculatus]

[ closing one eye in a little flinch against the flick, but he's grinning. ]

Fate accepted! [ and then he's giving wolfwood a fucking salute.

but! then it's back to business. wolfwood's business. he still has a hand wrapped around it, but he leans closer, until he can nuzzle up against the base of his dick almost affectionately. ] I like the way you smell. Pretty sure I'll like the way you taste, too.

[ which is the only warning wolfwood gets before vash is licking a long stripe along the underside, like it's an ice cream treat. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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.

[spiculatus]

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. ]

[anthophilia]

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. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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? ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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.

[spiculatus]

[ 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? ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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. ]

[anthophilia]

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. ]