[ Hopefully he's not holding out for a verbal answer, because Wolfwood just smirks at him and then presses right back in, chest-to-chest, and starts kissing against Vash's neck again. Slow, lightly sucking, tracing little loops with the tip of his tongue. One of his hands starts roaming over Vash's skin and yeah, it's more textured than he's used to, the smoothness of it interrupted by the rise of scars, but it's warm and alive under his touch, and it's good.
And the prophecy of the boner starts to fulfill itself sooner than he anticipated, but it's safely caged in his jeans - probably won't be obvious unless Vash goes looking for it. ]
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And the prophecy of the boner starts to fulfill itself sooner than he anticipated, but it's safely caged in his jeans - probably won't be obvious unless Vash goes looking for it. ]