[ okay, vash never realized that your brain is obviously directly wired to your nipples. because whatever wolfwood is doing to him is zinging straight up to his skull, and it feels like he's gonna short-circuit. the heat is pooling down between his legs -- wolfwood hasn't even made a move to touch him below the belt, and vash is pretty sure he's already soaked.
he moans, arching up mindlessly underneath wolfwood as this becomes a dual assault situation, but.
oh.
oh!
now the wriggling is a little more purposeful -- vash manages to get a thigh between wolfwood's legs so that he can grind it up against him, purring at the feeling of the bulge straining against wolfwood's jeans. ] That for me?
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he moans, arching up mindlessly underneath wolfwood as this becomes a dual assault situation, but.
oh.
oh!
now the wriggling is a little more purposeful -- vash manages to get a thigh between wolfwood's legs so that he can grind it up against him, purring at the feeling of the bulge straining against wolfwood's jeans. ] That for me?