fourstrings | When the world is too dark

When the world is too dark

[ The Evergreen has a strong no-assholes policy. This is undermined somewhat by the fact that Nick basically runs it now, but it means he can use himself as a gauge. If anyone’s a bigger asshole than he is, they get kicked out.

Steve is the kind of asshole who should have been kicked out way earlier. That’s on Nick. He was over-cautious, cut the guy too much of a break, because running this bar is the only thing that has him making enough cash to keep up with his responsibilities. He’d worried that word would get around that The Evergreen wasn’t a friendly place anymore, and he’d ruin the reputation Al had carefully built up for it over the years, drive customers away. And it’s not just because Al’s basically promised him the place and it’s his future he’s gambling on, but respect for Al. He built Nick sure as he built up this bar, and the very least Nick can do in return is not tank it. And in fairness, Steve had started slow: the kind of coarse jokes that are mean instead of funny, taking sly digs at people. Way too much flirting with women beyond the point it became clear that they didn’t want to be flirted with, at least not by Steve. Nick finally found his balls the night he’d rounded the corner to check there was enough paper in the johns and seen Steve caging a girl in against the wall, face leaning in even though hers was twisted adamantly away. He’d grabbed the man by collar and belt with no regard for the fact that Steve had a good three inches and 20 pounds on him, marched him out the door, and told him not to come back, ever.

Which means that Steve is now going on the Wall of Shame, and he’d been such a dick about it Nick wants to make it a special occasion. There’s a little florist across the street that’s probably gonna close down any day now, judging by the amount of foot traffic they get, so before opening the next day Nick heads over to give them a little last bit of support. There’s a little bell that rings cutely as he pushes the door open, a blast of welcome cool, fragrant air, and… the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on behind the counter. Blond hair in one of those trendy cuts that look goofy on most people that aren’t pop stars but somehow suits him just right, big eyes shaded with long lashes, a sweet little beauty mark.

Nick stops dead just inside the door, confident that if he takes one more step without preparation he’s gonna trip over his own feet. ]

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[ okay, vash was right about to decide that the hard-on wolfwood has pressed against his thigh is the greatest compliment he's ever received, and now that becomes a contender. just hearing it is enough to make vash shiver with a little thrill of arousal, lashes fluttering. ]

We gotta test that theory. [ carding his fingers gently through wolfwood's shaggy hair, giving his scalp a little scritch. ] Rigorous experimentation. For science.

Rigorous, huh?

[ Sounds like an invitation to Nick! He starts trailing his mouth lower, a line of kisses dragged down over Vash's belly as he hums at that scritch. Pauses just above the waistband of Vash's sweats, hooks his fingers into it, and looks up with a wicked and hungry glint in his eye. ]

I can do rigorous.

[ oh. ohhhh.

vash had mostly been imagining more kissing! but wolfwood slides a little further, hooks his fingers in the waistband of vash's sweats, and proceeds to look up at vash like he's dinner. it makes vash's head spin with arousal, hips giving a helpless little twitch.

still, it's almost kneejerk to squeak out a little: ] ... are you sure?

[ 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. ]

[ for the record, the sight of wolfwood grinning up at him from between vash's thighs is also going to live forever in his brain.

and then those sweats are off, and wolfwood is pressing little kisses up along the underside of vash's thigh, and it's a gesture so sweet that it makes vash ache. he's so caught up in it that he forgets to be self-conscious about where this is headed, but --

wolfwood licks up over him in a long, slow line, and vash is biting down on his knuckles of the prosthetic to stifle the sound he makes before he even thinks about it. his other hand tangles in wolfwood's hair, trying to pet instead of pull. ]

[ 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. ]

[ there is still a (very small) part of vash that worries that this feels a little one-sided -- he doesn't want to give off selfish pillow princess vibes!!! but it's also tough to string together much in the way of a coherent thought when wolfwood's mouth is on him, hot and wet and good. vash whines a little sound around the prosthetic he's still got shoved against his mouth, trying to herd his few remaining brain cells together long enough to remember the important things. don't squeeze his thighs around wolfwood's skull! don't pull his hair! don't try to grind himself down and smother him!

and then wolfwood flicks his tongue over vash's clit, and he yelps at the bright flare of pleasure. breathing out a little overwhelmed: ] Shit.

[ Well, the yelp sounded like it might be too much, but the cursing sounds like he kinda likes too much. So he decide to split the difference, goes back to slow licks that drag up over Vash and a little curl of his tongue over his clit at the top of each stroke. Starts pressing on those upward laps, too, letting the tip of his tongue delve into Vash. Just goes ahead and hooks his other arm under Vash's thigh as well, reaches up and so he can rub his hands over Vash's sides and hips and he laps greedily at him. ]

[ it's definitely a positive yelp! kind of an i've touched myself there plenty and it's never done that reaction, but the critics are raving up here.

especially when wolfwood adds a little more pressure, slow licks of his tongue up along vash's slit that tease over his clit each time he reaches it. vash is practically writhing underneath him, past the point of remembering to try and hold himself still, one leg hooking up over wolfwood's shoulder like he's trying to give him more room to work. he's panting, drooling around where he still has the prosthetic pressed hard against his mouth, making a bunch of muffled mewling sounds of undeniable appreciation. ]

Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick -- Ah, please, that's -- [ the words are a little hard to make out, but the intent behind them is more than clear. ]

[ Wow. Vash is squirmy. He's pleased to see it's a recurring thing, something that Vash doesn't quite seem to be able to help. The little chant is encouraging, and the way Vash hooks a leg up, like he's inviting more?

You'd have to be made of stone not to get a kick out of that.

So more is obviously what he goes for; brings one of his hands around so his can use two fingers to gently spread Vash (it helps to have a little guide, too, with all the wriggling he's doing) and just goes for it. Dedicates the motion of his tongue to flicking over Vash's clit, now, curls it soft before he just closes his lips there and sucks. Gently, at first, a little pressure followed by another curl of his tongue, then back to sucking. He's so turned on he can feel that his dick is leaking in his underwear already, but since it's Vash causing it, he forgoes doing anything about it in favour of lavishing Vash with attention. ]

[ vash is attempting to say please please please, not even sure what he's trying to ask for, but even that's a mostly unintelligible mess. it feels like his skull is full of white-hot static, so overheated there's a risk of scorching the fabric of the sectional underneath him. the way he's panting sounds halfway to sobs, and the way he rolls his hips down against wolfwood's mouth is a helpless thing vash has no power to stop himself from doing.

then wolfwood closes his mouth around vash's clit and sucks, and vash jolts like he's been electrocuted. arches so hard he nearly comes up off the couch entirely, thighs clamping for a moment around wolfwood's head, fingers tight in the other man's hair. too far gone to stammer out an apology, barely even aware he's doing. ]

Nick! Ah, that's --! Oh shit, oh wow, you're gonna make me come, oh fuck, that feels good, please --

[ He's completely unwilling to take his mouth off Vash until he's accomplished eaxctly that, so he tries to give a muffled mmhmm of encouragment that comes out more like a moan. Vash is so... enthusiastic that it's a high all of its own to hear him. He doubles down, obviously, chasing the orgasm that Vash has announced on the horizon. It's only a little extra concentration to open his mouth slightly wider so he can add the circling of his tongue to that suction, loving the feel of it, the way Vash's clit is firm with arousal under his tongue, the way his chin is slick from how wet Vash is. And with the hand still stroking over Vash's hip, he gives a little squeeze - come on. Come for me, let me feel it. ]

[ fuck. vash has never even considered that it might be a turn-on to hear someone trying to say mmmhmm with their face against your pussy, but now? if this keeps up, his highlight reel is going to be hours long from now on.

he doesn't even need the encouragement, not that it's unwelcome! his orgasm is barrelling down on him like a fucking train, and wolfwood is ruthless when it comes to driving him closer. and when the other man starts doing that with his tongue? vash doesn't even last another thirty seconds.

he comes with a shout that's trying to be wolfwood's name, body spasming from how good it feels. ]

[ Oh, that's good. Just beautiful. Vash gives what feels like one mighty, full-body twitch, hollers something that might be supposed to be Nick but comes out like NnnyAAAH-, and even better - he can feel the way Vash pulses against his mouth, the way his body clenches and squeezes through it.

He's not mean - not the first time, anyway - so he eases off. Stops sucking, opens his mouth wider so he can drag slow, lingering swipes with his tongue. Doesn't know whether he's trying to drag it out or gentle Vash through it, but mostly it's about savoring it. And when he feels Vash start to wind down, breathing getting more regular, he presses one soft kiss to his pussy and another to the inside of his thigh before he pushes himself up. ]

Hey there.

[ it feels like this might be some kind of out-of-body experience. he's never come this fucking hard in his entire life, and it feels like it knocked him right out of his body and left him floating somewhere just above the couch. vaguely, he's aware of the gentle way wolfwood is still working him over, and the mewling, halfway-to-overstimulated noises vash is making in response, but it barely punches through the thick, cottony haze of feels good.

his prosthetic hand is slick with his own drool when vash finally lets it drop to his chest, and that's objectively gross, but he barely pays it any attention.

wolfwood's voice is the first thing that makes him even attempt a return to earth, blinking down at him with hazy eyes before finally mustering up a: ] Hi.

[ Oh, that's cute. Vash is still sprawled out, glassy-eyed, rosy-cheeked, looking like a sleepy kitten. Much less likely to maul, though, so Nick does what's often a fatal mistake with kittens and reaches to rub a slow hand over Vash's stomach and chest. ]

Think I just discovered my new favorite hobby.

[ It's not even a line. Nick's always been cocky enough that he puts in the effort, loving to hear that he was good, but he's never had a reaction like that. If he could figure a way to make eating Vash out pay for his rent and Livio's school, he'd never do anything else. ]

[ vash hmmms a blissed-out sound in response, wriggling a little when wolfwood's fingers find a ticklish spot. all of him feels good. fingers, toes, even the roots of his hair -- he has a moment where he entertains the thought of asking wolfwood if the bar is just a front for his real job of eating pussy at an olympic level, but he mashes it right back down. ]

That was... wow. [ it's drowsy, floaty. a little bit of coordination is coming back, and he uses it to reach out and comb his fingers through wolfwood's hair, brushing his bangs back away from his face. ]

I try.

[ Terrible. He's smirking now, using the back of a hand to wipe the wetness off his chin before it dries there. ]

You're so responsive. It's good feedback. [ He laughs, quiet. ] And real fuckin' hot.

[ the sight of wolfwood wiping his mouth just makes vash realize why he has to, and that. oh. taking a second to just sit there, brain sizzling in his skull.

and then, dangerously close to whining: ]

Can you c'mere? [ he wants a kiss! ]

Yeah.

[ He's making a big assumption about Vash is making that pouty shape with his mouth, because he leans in close and kisses Vash. Slow and lingering, not deep, but only because it's pretty hard to kiss someone deeply when you're grinning. ]

[ vash sighs out a pleased sound into the kiss, reaching up to wrap his arms around wolfwood's shoulders, and that's probably all the confirmation wolfwood needs.

beaming by the time he finally pulls away again. ]

You're wow. [ bumping their foreheads together, stupidly fond. ] I can't believe you're real.

Happy to prove it to you again any time you like, Blondie.

[ Is it too soon to be giving him a suggestive grin? Too bad, because that's what's happening. But after, there's a little wriggling and shifting until they're both laying down, so he can wrap his arms around Vash, too. He's so cute like this, happy and loose, and Nick wants to soak up as much of it as he can. ]

[ ... speaking of soaked, the shifting of their positions is enough to make vash realize that he's left a wet spot on the sofa. fuck. oh, fuck.

...

... it's a problem for future-vash to deal with, he decides.

but snuggling up together is enough to make vash realize that wolfwood is still hard, and he flusters a little. ] Sorry! I didn't -- I wasn't trying to be selfish.

[ reaching down, already trying to undo the other man's jeans. ] I wanna make you feel good, too.

Don't worry about it. I was enoying the view.

[ But he's shifting his hips obediently to give Vash easier access, bringing a hand up to ruffle lightly through his hair. Honestly, if Vash did want to be selfish, it'd be worth it. Yeah, he'd probably have to ask where the bathroom is so he could go jerk off in it after how insanely hot that was, but still worth it.]

Not gonna say no, though.

[ a snort, pressed into a kiss along the corner of wolfwood's jaw. ]

Yeah, you mentioned that. Appreciating the scenery.

[ but he couldn't be happier to get the go-ahead. undoing the jeans, shoving them impatiently out of the way enough to get a hand around wolfwood's dick. purring a little pleased sound at the feeling of it, leaning back far enough to see. ]

Wow. Even your dick is super hot.

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