[ Oh, fuck. Vash is so responsive already, and it jolts through Nick in a bloom of heat. He repeats the motion, lapping over him slow and lingering, draws the soft folds of him into his mouth so he can suckle at them. He is, basically, in heaven; nestled in between some of the longest legs he's ever seen, the scent and taste of Vash filling up his senses, Vash's hand petting at his hair interspersed with little tugs that let him know he's doing his job.
He hums low, drags his tongue up to sweep gently over the bud of Vash's clit, Just soft, for now - he doesn't know how sensitive Vash might be there, whether he needs more buildup to it, but he aims to find out. ]
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He hums low, drags his tongue up to sweep gently over the bud of Vash's clit, Just soft, for now - he doesn't know how sensitive Vash might be there, whether he needs more buildup to it, but he aims to find out. ]