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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[ Oh. It might have been fast, but it wasn't so fast Nick missed it. And if he was on the fence before (which is generous, he was already so far over the fence he could hardly see it), now he's all the way across in the neighbour's yard. There's a beat in which he can feel his own cheeks getting a little pink, and then - ]

Fuck. C'mere.

[ Unceremoniously tossing the little foil packet the same way as his jeans and hauling Vash in close for the kind of kiss a declaration like that warrants; eager, messy, and happy. ]

[ okay!!! great!!! good to know!!! if this is the kind of response blurting out embarrassing revelations gets, vash is going to make a mental note to do it more often. ... when his mouth isn't busy doing better things, that is. like kissing wolfwood!

he tangles a hand in the other man's hair and moans a little sound in his mouth, arching up against him greedily. just talking about... that was enough to get him hot and bothered, and the kiss sets his blood on fire. ]

[ Vash isn't the only one riled up. Nick slicks his tongue into Vash's mouth like he's trying to lick that moan right out of there, slots a leg between Vash's thighs and presses against him. And like this, all the little worries he'd had about whether this was the right thing to do float away. It feels right - Vash is so good like this, warm and bare and wanting, and he can't get enough. Runs his hand down Vash's back and grabs his ass again, and this time it's not a joke but pure want. ]

Can't believe how hot you are.

[ okay, a triple assault just seems unfair. just the way wolfwood is kissing him is enough to make his brain feel like it's melting, and then wolfwood slots a thigh between his legs and gets a hand on his ass? the way vash moans is almost overwhelmed, so turned on he's dizzy, so wet he can feel it dripping down his thighs. ]

Yeah. [ what follows is probably a really stupid thing to say, but at least half his higher functions keep shutting down when wolfwood puts his tongue in his mouth. fumbling to grab the other man's hand, pressing it between his legs, letting wolfwood feel where he's hot and wet and needy. ] Hot for you.

Oh, fuck.

[ See? Hot. He strokes there eagerly, moans when he finds Vash so wet his fingers slide uselessly, too slick to do anything much but glide over him. And there are things he should probably ask - whether Vash has used anything there before, figure out how slow he needs to go if he wants to be sure it won't hurt, but he gets the feeling that if he tries to pump the brakes now, Vash might throttle him. ]

I want you so much. Do you - are you ready?

[ if he wasn't (he was), i want you so much would be all it takes to do the trick. it drags another moan out of vash, leaning up to steal another heated kiss off wolfwood's mouth like he might be able to still taste those words there.

there's a little jangling of nerves, but it's not bad! kinda expected when you're trying something new, right? so. ]

Yeah. I want you, too. [ shifting, rocking up against his hand. ] Please?

Yeah. Yeah.

[ He kinda wants to ask how Vash wants him, but he's already heaped enough questions on Vash for one night. And besides, if it's Vash's first time, then he's the one who's supposed to know what he's doing, right? It's on him to make sure it's good. So he withdraws that hand slowly, rolls them so Vash is against the bed and he's on top, settles himself between the spread of Vash's thighs. Ducks his head to kiss Vash once, slow and sweet. ]

You'll tell me if it it doesn't feel right?

[ If it hurts, if he doesn't like it, if he changes his mind. It's important. ]

[ it's like wolfwood knows him, without vash ever having to say anything. because that kiss soothes away the little knot of apprehension that was winding itself in the pit of his belly -- it's sweet, the perfect reminder that nick is already someone vash trusts not to hurt him.

so he's smiling up at him by the time wolfwood pulls away, reaching up to wrap his arms loosely around his neck. ] Promise.

Just -- slow at first, maybe?

[ He nods, smiling soft. ]

Slow. Got it.

[ And then he presses in. Slow, slow just like he promised, careful - but humming low in his throat, because it's incredible. Maybe it's just how wound up he is, maybe it's how tight Vash is, maybe it's that he's bare and Vash is so wet against his skin. Probably all of it, and huffs a quiet, quiet laugh. ]

God, Vash.

[ honestly, vash isn't exactly sure what he was expecting. but it's not... this. wolfwood presses forward, sinks into him slow, and vash is barely even aware of the little mewling sound he makes in response. wolfwood is hot inside him, hotter than he'd even been against vash's palm, and the way he makes vash stretch inside to fit him is enough to make him dizzy. it doesn't hurt, not exactly -- the discomfort of stretching a muscle you don't use often, and it's more than eclipsed by how much he wants it. ]

All the way. [ it's a little whine, greedy. ] Want you all the way inside.

Patience is a virtue.

[ Gritted out, because just hearing that makes him want to push in all at once, lose himself in that tight heat. He won't, not if it means risking hurting Vash, but it is enough to have him pick it up a little, moving by inches rather than by fractions of them. It's already so good, and by the time he's finally there - sunk deep in Vash, all the way - he stops to press a kiss to his mouth just to buy a second to gather himself. ]

Fuck. You feel so good.

[ fuck virtue. vash never even pretended he has what it takes to be a priest.

but the feeling of wolfwood sinking deeper wrenches another sound out of him, a breathless little moan, mouth open and eyes hazy. it's -- wow, fuck, vash never would have said all that stuff about this not mattering if he knew what it felt like. like they're closer than vash would have ever thought it was possible for two people to be; even the feeling of wolfwood throbbing inside him is enough to make his whole body ache with an answering need.

and that? vash whines at the sound of it, another jolt of arousal flashing through him. ]

Yeah? S'good? [ shameless about how much he wants to hear it again; i'm good? ]

So good. You're perfect.

[ Too good to resist, which is why he starts moving. Still slow, and Vash is wet enough to ease the way but he's so goddamn tight that it doesn't need to be faster. Another low little noise of pleasure and he's leaning to kiss Vash again, feeling like saying thanks for choosing me is about the lamest thing he could possibly say in this situation, but needing to express it somehow. ]

[ it makes him shiver with arousal, lashes fluttering at just the sound of it. leaning up to kiss wolfwood greedily when the other man leans down to him, tangling a hand in his hair like it's important to make sure he doesn't go anywhere. wolfwood is rocking inside him, slow and careful, and it's still enough to make vash have to break the kiss just to pant.

at least that frees him up to say: ] Y-Yeah, you too. You feel -- wow, so good, Nick. I -- oh, wow.

Yeah? Good. I wanna be good for you. Just as good as you are for me.

[ It's a bold move so early on, maybe, but he reaches down to grab one of Vash's legs and hitch it up over his hip. Moans helplessly when that lets him in just a little deeper, keeps up that slow slide. Fuck, it's never been like this. Vash's hand is in his hair like he's trying to hold him in place and that just makes him burn, and it's even better when it pulls just a little as he drops his head to lick a hot line up the side of Vash's throat. ]

You're so sweet. So good, Vash.

You are. [ nearly tripping over the words, that's how eager he is to say them. how much he wants wolfwood to hear them, to know. ] You're so good. So good inside me, feels good, I --

[ nick is tugging one of his legs up, sinking deeper on that next stroke, and vash arches up underneath him with a little cry. it's almost a mindless impulse that has him wrap both legs around wolfwood's waist, desperate for more. to hear wolfwood moan like that for him again, to feel him sliding deep inside. ]

Nick, Nick, pleeease...

[ His control is already stretched thin by the way Vash curls both legs around him, but that drawn-out please snaps it entirely. The sound he makes is a strained thing, a half-winded moan, and the roll of his hips gets faster, rocking steadily into Vash. Fast enough now that he can hear the wet slide of it, and that sends heat bursting through him - the thought that Vash wants this just as much as he does, the proof of it there, hot and slick against his skin. Muttering against his throat, now, mindless babble - baby and beautiful and good, so good, so good for me. ]

[ he cries out all over again as wolfwood speeds his pace, clutching at his shoulders like he risks drowning otherwise. it's good. it feels crazy that vash never realized his own body could do this -- feel this good, shape itself so perfectly to another person like this. wolfwood's dick is a searing line of heat inside him, sliding up against places vash didn't even realize needed so badly to be touched, making him burn from the inside out.

and if that's not enough, he's mumbling a string of nonsense against vash's throat, praise and pet names and utter adoration, each word settling into the coil of heat at the pit of vash's belly. he sobs out a little overwhelmed sound, feeling like it's too much, never wanting it to stop. ]

Nick, yeah, need you, don't stop. [ panting it into his shoulder. ] So good, feels so good --

[ Vash makes a little sound like a sob, prompting a jolt of worry, but when he keeps talking? Says don't stop? It flips that right around and the knowledge that it's good enough that Vash is overwhelmed sends heat sizzling down his spine like it's a fuse. So he keeps going, lets how good it feels just take over - tries to angle himself up just a little knowing the drag of the head of his cock inside Vash will feel good, but that just lets him get a good look at Vash's face and leaves him a little thunderstruck. Flush-cheeked and lit up with pleasure, gorgeous. ]

God. Just look at you. You're so fucking beautiful -

[ Deep, now, the steady roll of his hips taking him as far as he can go on every stroke. And it's good, it's good, it's good. ]

[ wolfwood shifts his position, angles up just a little, and that next thrust does something new. the head of his cock drags up against something in vash that sparks a thunderclap of pleasure, makes him jolt and choke on another ragged cry, muscles squeezing around the cock buried inside him. his heels are pressing hard into wolfwood's back, the nails of his human hand dragging a batch of little pink lines across wolfwood's shoulder as he clutches at him.

that coil of heat has built up inside him until it's almost unbearable, making every bit of pleasure feel that much sharper. and wolfwood drives him ruthlessly closer with each deep roll of his hips, the growl of his voice calling vash beautiful -- ]

Nick, please, I'm gonna come, I -- [ a desperate little noise. ] M'so close, need you to get me there, need you, please -- [ and then it melts back into mostly nonsense, just a chant of nick nick nick like it's a prayer. ]

[ Well, that's great news, because with the way Vash squeezes around him Nick knows he doesn't have much longer to pull this off. He keeps it up, repeats that movement that had Vash crying out and scratching over his back, more determined now than ever. ]

You're so good, so beautiful. I want it, wanna make you come, wanna see your face as you do. Wanna feel you -

[ More, more. Steady thrusting, driven to make it good even as he feels himself coming to pieces with how good it. He could sit back a little more, get a hand down to rub at Vash's clit but then he wouldn't be close enough, he'd have to pull his body back from Vash and that's the last thing he wants to do. ]

Fuck, you're so good. So good for me -

[ distantly, there's a very small part of vash that's aware he probably looks like an embarrassing mess. mouth open, skin flushed, eyes hazy and brimming over with tears. sounds like an embarrassing mess too, because wolfwood starts working that spot inside him with relentless accuracy, and it promptly reduces vash to a mess of moaning and panting and whimpering.

there's no way he could hold it off if he wanted to. not when wolfwood is fucking him so good it's like he has a manual, not when the rough growl of his voice is calling vash beautiful and good and telling him he wants to make him come. so there's only another minute, maybe two, where vash stays balanced on that knife's edge, his whole body straining --

and then the tension snaps like a cord pulled too tight, and he's coming. howling wolfwood's name as he does it, every muscle in his body drawing tight as a bow. ]

Good, just like that -

[ That's all he manages, even though he'd love to heap praise on Vash all the way through it, wrap him up in it. Once Vash comes, though, it's overwhelming - the sounds he makes, the way he clenches tight, pulsing around him. He expected to break right there and then, as soon as it happened, but apparently he did too good a job of staving it off, so it's a few moments more of fervent thrusting before he finally follows Vash over the edge. Not too long, though; Vash is still squeezing around him in waves, deliciously wet in a way he's never really felt before, and it makes everything so intense that when he comes it's a revelation. Vision blurring, practically spinning, and Vash's name a chanted panting on his lips. ]

Nick, Nick, p-please, please, I can't --

[ because he's still fucking him. it drags the orgasm out, wrings the pleasure out of him until it feels like he's going to go crazy. his muscles are twitching and jerking with each bright zap of sensation, overwhelmed tears finally spilling over and tracking down his cheeks. he's never come like this, never felt anything like this, never even knew you could. and yeah, even though he's begging for mercy, there's a part of him that wants nothing more than for wolfwood to keep doing this to him until he breaks.

but then wolfwood is shoving himself deep, grinding against a place that makes him see stars, and vash can tell he's coming. the spill of heat inside him, the way wolfwood's cock throbs inside of him, even the way he says his name. and all vash can do is heave a shuddering little sigh and cling to him, arms and legs and everything he has, like he's never willing to let wolfwood peel away again. ]

[ Vash curls close around him, and it's beautiful. When he's done he shivers, buries his face agains Vash's neck and hums softly there. Raises his face to kiss Vash and -

oh. Oh, there are tears. ]

Baby. I'm sorry -

[ Kissing them away, too overwhelmed to really make a solid effort at pulling away, but trying. ]

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