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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[spiculatus]

[ 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. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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.

[spiculatus]

[ 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. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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. ]

[spiculatus]

[ 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!

[anthophilia]

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.

[spiculatus]

[ 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. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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! ]

[spiculatus]

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. ]

[anthophilia]

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.

[spiculatus]

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. ]

[anthophilia]

[ 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.

[spiculatus]

That works!

[ if there’s another name for them, vash doesn’t know it. and what’s he supposed to do to fill in the blanks, ask his sisters? eugh.

but he heaves a blissful little sigh as wolfwood’s fingers scritch at the velvet buzz of his undercut, leaning up into it like a kitten. shameless about how much he likes it. ]

Mm… you really don’t mind? I know it’s… weird.

[anthophilia]

It's damn convenient. Doesn't matter what I'm in the mood for, you've got it all plus some extra.

[ And Vash lifting his head to press back into that scritch provides the perfect opportunity for Wolfwood to lean down and smack a kiss onto his face, loud and obnoxious. ]

I was in a snit when I thought you just wouldn't let me touch your dick. Imagine how pissy I would have been if I knew how much I was really missing out on.

[spiculatus]

[ wagh! the kiss is loud enough to make him jolt with surprise, but once he realizes what happened? he’s giggling like a dumbass.

… and then retaliating by licking a stripe up wolfwood’s cheek, because he’s awful. terrible! ]

Jeez, and I haven’t even told you about the tentacles, yet. [ kidding! he’s kidding. ]

[anthophilia]

[ Wolfwood leans back, squints suspiciously at Vash for a moment... and then shrugs. If you'd suggested a flower pussy and a retractable cock to him yesterday, he'd have made a face. Maybe all he needs to be into something is to see it on Vash.

Thankfully, once he stops overthinking the whole new world of sexual attraction that's been unfurled for him, he catches the glimmer in Vash's eyes and pokes him in retaliation. ]

Tentacles, huh? Maybe I am missing out. Maybe I should head out and find some.

[spiculatus]

Wha —?! No way!

[ propping himself halfway up into a sitting position!! and now wolfwood is subject to the full force of the kicked puppy look. ]

Didn’t you just say I have everything you’re in the mood for?

[anthophilia]

[ Don't look at him like that! Experiments and enhancements aside, he's still basically just a human, not built to withstand the power of those puppy eyes! He puts his hands on either side of Vash's face, rubs thumbs over his cheekbones. ]

Listen carefully, 'cause I'm only gonna say this kind of shit out loud when I've just come and my judgment is impaired.

What I want is whatever you've got. The double feature you've got going, regular old human junk, tentacles, whatever. The important part is you.

[spiculatus]

[ vash blinks, eyes going wide and blush flaring up along his cheekbones. there's a solid few minutes where he's speechless, knocked so far off-balance that all he can do is stare, but. ]

Niiiiico...! [ yeah, he's tearing up. ]

[anthophilia]

Ugh.

[ He knows it's just Vash, he knows they're happy tears. He's seen him cry over a baby bird! It's not a big deal! None of that reasoning helps, and seeing Vash with his eyes welling up puts a heavy ache in his chest that makes him panic to fix it with no regard for the fact that nothing's actually all that wrong. ]

C'mon, don't do that. You're killing me. You're gonna train me like a dog, make me too scared to say anything nice to you.

[spiculatus]

No, no, no!

[ he can't help it! but now he's gonna smush a series of (slightly salty) kisses all over wolfwood's face, like that'll help make up for it. ] Be nice to me more! I like it!

[anthophilia]

[ So Vash is alleviating his training concerns by taking a turn at being the puppy, huh? Wolfwood's still got hands on his face, so he uses them to hold Vash in place and slow that flurry of kisses long enough to plant a soft, lingering one right on his mouth. That's nice, right? ]

[spiculatus]

[ oh. that is nice. and it works like magic, too! because the second wolfwood's mouth is on his, vash practically melts -- forgoing the excited wriggling to go loose and pliable above him, sighing out an endlessly pleased sound against the other man's mouth.

it's... easy to forget to ask himself if all of this is something he deserves, something that's fair for him to even have. scary easy, actually. ]

[anthophilia]

[ Mmm. That's good. Vash so often seems like a bundle of nerves, it's pretty good to have a weapon in his arsenal to calm him down. He lingers, licking gently into Vash's mouth, not even minding that he can taste himself there despite his dire warnings from before.

Oh! Which reminds him! ]

Hey. I noticed you were, uh... having a little issue there while you were sucking me off. Bit of tension you needed to release, huh?

Want some help with it?

[spiculatus]

[ wolfwood licks into his mouth, and vash moans, hooking the fingers of his prosthetic over one of the other man's shoulders like he needs to keep him there. kissing wolfwood... is good! his mouth is warm and wet, and tastes like tobacco and just a little bit like vash, and vash would have never called that a winning combination before, but...

then wolfwood breaks away, and vash whines. pitifully! like a man who's had their hands slapped away from a cool glass of water after a day of wandering in the desert.

but.

oh.

oh!! promptly going pink all over again. ] A-Ah, no, it's nothing!