[ It's not a wait or a stop, and maybe he should ask Vash if he's sure... but his hips are doing some pretty effective communicating for him, so Nick just flashes Vash a wild grin and peels those sweats off and away. It's easy, then, to hook an arm under Vash's thigh, lift it a little so he can kiss a slow line up along the inside of it (and the skin here is unmarked, soft, and he hopes that means Vash feels every little touch) until he reaches his destination.
He doesn't know what Vash wants him to call it. That's a conversation they can have later. Right now, he's mostly focused on the far more critical task of getting his mouth on it, and he licks a long, slow line up over the soft folds of him, delighted to find him already wet. ]
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He doesn't know what Vash wants him to call it. That's a conversation they can have later. Right now, he's mostly focused on the far more critical task of getting his mouth on it, and he licks a long, slow line up over the soft folds of him, delighted to find him already wet. ]