fourstrings | i knew this would happen, still hard to believe it

i knew this would happen, still hard to believe it

[ At this point he’s said you’ll be the death of me to Vash on multiple occasions. Every time a violent situation would be easily solved by lasering someone’s head off, for example. Or when Vash figured out how he was coming up with the money for inns and hotels and tried to argue that it wasn’t fair to use his skills to fleece people, still pouting about it when Wolfwood pointed out stopping would mean no more actual beds, no bathtubs, and zero donuts. When they figured out that making Vash come via his dick meant he was still raring to go by other means, that was a good one.

He’d say it now, if he was well enough. Told you you’d be the death of me. It’s probably a good thing he got hurt so bad he can’t speak, because Vash wouldn’t think it was funny.

Truthfully, he wouldn’t want Vash to blame himself anyway, even if there’s no way in hell he would have put himself between someone else and a bullet without Vash’s influence. And it was fucking stupid! It’d be one thing if it was Vash, or a kid, or like… a really hot woman. But the person Nicholas D. Wolfwood, The Punisher, tackled out of the way and took a bullet for was an old man. Probably only got ten or fifteen good years left in him anyway, but the guy had given them a place to stay and made sure they were fed and introduced them to his family, and all Wolfwood could think of when he saw the bandit firing at him was his damn grandkids, and the way Vash would sink into that pattern of thinking he ruins everything he lets close again. How the fuck was he supposed to know the first bullet would hit the damn pocket he keeps his vials in? He’d even arranged a drop in the next town over, but he can’t tell Vash that because the second bullet had hit him right in the throat. Long term treatment like he got is designed to keep you on your feet long enough to get a dose to heal you up, but in this case all it’s gonna do is make sure he dies slow.

He'd thought about this moment, when he was feeling especially maudlin. How he’d kiss Vash gently and tell him that he gets to die a better man than he was, because of Vash. But he can’t speak, can’t move his limbs to raise a hand to Vash’s face. All he can do is gurgle and bleed and hurt. He’d almost forgotten how much it hurts and for how long when you can’t patch it up right away.

Turns out, though, that there’s one more thing he can do. And as his vision fills with blotches of red and black, he does it, and passes right the fuck out. ]

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[ That groan sends a little pulse of heat fluttering through him, and the feel of Vash's hand in his hair is nice. Gentle and sweet, and it's a crappy angle for it but he can't help trying to look up at Vash as he starts moving, taking a little more of Vash into his mouth at each press forward. Really, they should do this more often. It's just that extra step that trips him up, having to press to get it out when Vash's pussy is usually ready to go by the time they get his pants off. He's never thought of himself as a particularly selfish lover, but the instant gratification of eating Vash out as opposed to sucking him off makes him greedy.

He can see himself getting greedy for this, though. Vash feels good in his mouth, silken-smooth, already wet and laced with that edge of sweetness. He wants more, pushes forward, humming with low pleasure at the way Vash gets thicker like a reward for his work. ]

[ … now that vash is thinking about it, maybe this wasn’t the best idea. he was mostly thinking about this as a way to help wolfwood get back into the swing of things!!! and he totally forgot that it was going to be, uh, distracting.

just the sight of wolfwood looking up at him, dark eyes full of want, is enough to make vash whine. and he can’t help but hitch his hips forward as wolfwood takes him even deeper. already, he can feel himself dripping, leaking steadily from both his dick and his cunt, and hopefully that does the trick sooner rather than later, because — ]

Nico — [ there’s a desperate edge to it, halfway to a plea. ] Not too much. If it, ah — If I —

[ fuck. he doesn’t know how to say if it does the think where it opens up, i’m not 100% sure i can stick it in, but if that happens, he’s pretty sure wolfwood will clobber him for real. regular wolfwood can be kinda scary all by himself — blue-balled wolfwood? terrifying. ]

[ Not too much, Vash says, and it's the fact that Wolfwood dimly hears himself whine at the thought of having to stop that does the trick. The sound breaks the pattern he'd fallen so easily into, makes him aware that he's been swallowing - and that his cock is rock hard again.

He still pulls off slow, reluctant, enough that a little string of spit and slick runs from the tip of Vash's cock to his lip before he licks it away. Still staring at Vash's dick like he's a heartbeat from getting his mouth back on it and swallowing it down, but still! ]

I'd ask what the point is of having an aphrodisiac that only works on someone who's already sucking your dick, but I think we found it.

If I find whoever designed it, I’ll make sure to ask.

[ but it comes out breathless, a little dazed. he’s still petting absently through wolfwood’s hair, but — ah! glancing back, feeling a little flush of pride at the sight of wolfwood’s dick standing tall again.

he’s very tempted to fist pump in victory. but… wolfwood’s teeth are still in range of his dick. better not risk it.

scooting back down, sliding a teasing fingertip up along the bottom of wolfwood’s dick. ] You think we can call our experiment a success?

A rousing success, at that.

[ Nicholas, stop. You still want him to be willing to fuck you! Hopefully the eager twitch his cock gives at that touch makes up for his mouth. ]

[ lucky for wolfwood, he’s decided to fuck the guy that’s the exact same brand of stupid, which is why the response gets a laugh instead of the abrupt death of vash’s sex drive that it probably deserves.

and then vash is wriggling himself eagerly into place, leaning down to press a kiss to the other man’s mouth. that, at least, is sweet and slow, like he’s in absolutely no rush to do anything but this. still, once he finally pulls away: ]

Ready?

Yeah.

[ Without hesitation, because as fun as all this has been, he can still feel the stretch of Vash's fingers, still feel the slickness of the lube there. It's kind of nice, like this - taking their time rather than getting it all over with in a rush.

... it's starting to occur to him that maybe there are some people he's let fuck him in the ass who he shouldn't have let fuck him in the ass, but. Vash has already more than made up for that. ]

Just... slow at first, yeah? It's been a while.

Yeah, of course.

[ after that, it kinda feels like wolfwood needs another kiss. and vash is happy to deliver, just as sweet and slow as the first. and when he finally pulls away: ] As slow as you want. Anything you tell me, that’s what we’ll do, okay?

[ he knows the risk of making wolfwood cranky if he feels like vash is coddling him too much, but it’s important that he knows. but! he also doesn’t wanna overdo it, which is why he (hopefully) distracts him as he reaches down to wrap a hand around himself, rubbing the head of his dick firmly up against wolfwood’s entrance. ] I just wanna make you feel good.

[ Oh, that's good. All the touching before - and probably, if the thinks about it, sucking Vash's dick - has him sensitive but needy, and he rolls his hips to rub right back. ]

I know. I trust you. I love you.

But I swear, if you don't put it in right now -

[ okay, okay! vash laughs, but he also moves to obey. hooking one of wolfwood’s legs up over his shoulders, mostly so he’s got a little more room to work with, and then bracing himself with the prosthetic hand on the headboard as he uses the other to guide himself inside.

right from the jump, it’s almost too much. womfwood asked him to go slow, and vash fully intends to comply, but even if he didn’t? wolfwood is so tight that it’s almost impossible to do anything else. he groans out a low, overwhelmed sound as he sinks into him, inch by careful inch, the muscles in his thighs trembling as he keeps himself under careful control. ]

Nico, you’re so tight…

[ Ooh, leg over the shoulder right off the bat! Vash really is gonna give him the deluxe treatment, huh? And he'd say so, make a joke about it, except Vash presses in and all hope of cracking wise about it is lost immediately.

It's good, instantly. The shape of Vash's cock probably helps, the taper of it meaning it stretches him slowly open rather than pushing bluntly in. It's still enough to make him moan, make him put an arm up to clasp at the back of Vash's neck. ]

You feel good. Oh, fuck -

Yeah?

[ less an ego thing than how desperate vash is to please, but he’s delighted about it either way. he breathes out in one long, shuddering exhale, continuing to work himself in with careful, slow rolls of his hips.

it takes another minute, maybe two, but finally, he’s seated all the way inside. and the feeling of it, the hot clench of wolfwood’s body all around his dick, is enough that vash would have to stop and catch his breath even if wolfwood hadn’t expressly asked him to go slow, so. he reaches up to brush the other man’s hair back away from his face, lingering there to rub his fingertips over his scalp. ] Still okay?

Nico, feels so good inside you, I wanna make you feel good, too.

Mmhm.

[ Give him a second. He's breathing hard already, dizzy with the feel of it. He knows he said to go slow but Vash seems to have turned it into an art form, pressing in with such slow care but such consistency that every time Wolfwoof feels ready to snap at him to hurry up, he gets the more he's after. And then finally he's in, feeling so deep thanks to the way he's hitched Wolfwood's leg up, thick enough at the base for that stretch to be right at the forefront of his mind even as he feels himself clenching greedily around Vash's cock. He takes a breath, presses against the rub of Vash's fingers against his scalp, and smiles. ]

A-okay. Better than ever. [ He rolls his hips experimentally, bites his lip and groans at the way it makes Vash shift inside of him. ] Christ.

[ wolfwood rolls his hips, and even that much of a shift is enough to make vash feel like he’s going to lose his mind. he pants, dropping his head for a second to try and get himself back under control, trembling with the effort it takes to try and stay still. ]

Can I — Nico, can I move? Please? Feels so good, I want —

Oh, fuck yes. Please. You already feel so good just inside me-

[ Even the suggesting of it has him squirming a little, repeating that rocking motion of his hips. It's good, and he makes a sound that's half a gasp, half-laugh. ]

I need you to fuck me.

Oh, fuck.

[ just hearing wolfwood say it is so hot there’s at least a minor risk of vash losing it right then and there. he doesn’t! mostly because he’s desperate to do a good enough job to make sure that wolfwood will want him to do this again, but wow.

he draws himself back out, still slow, and even that feels like it runs the risk of breaking his brain. the snug ring of wolfwood’s entrance catches and drags over each of the ridged segments of his cock like wolfwood’s body doesn’t want to let him pull out, and it’s so good that vash can’t help but whine. and then? once he’s drawn himself back out almost all the way? he presses back in, slow and smooth, and it feels so good it makes him dizzy. ]

Oh. Oh, wow. Nico, you feel so good inside. Like you’re perfect for me.

Fuck, Vash -

[ It's unreal. Vash had been so careful pushing in that it had gone easy, gentle. He's still moving plenty slow - not exactly what Wolfwood would call fucking - but those ridges that had been so pretty to look at, so fun to rub curious fingertips or the tip of his tongue over, add a whole new dimension. They tug slightly at his rim when Vash draws out, rubbing at everywhere he's sensitive when he pushes back in, and he swears a new pulse of heat rolls through him with every segment. ]

Should have asked you to do this weeks ago. I can- can feel those ridges, fuck -

S’good?

[ which is kind of a stupidly obvious question, but vash’s brain is functioning far from its peak. wolfwood is like hot velvet inside, clutched impossibly tight around his dick, and every thrust feels like heaven.

at least he can agree with the sentiment! if he knew it felt like this, he would have been on his knees and begging for it as soon as they met.

wait, no, they got eaten by a worm pretty shortly after, didn’t they? … fuck, you know what, maybe even then.

he finds a rhythm, still doing his best to keep it slow, greedily drinking in the way wolfwood looks spread out underneath him. ] Want it to be good. You’re so good. You look so good like this, Nico, wish you could see.

[ He'd had done it in the damn worm if he knew it'd feel like this. ]

It's good. Better than I knew it could be. You're so good to me -

[ but wait! Inspiration! ]

Fuck, Vash, I want you to watch. If you - [ pause for a moan, because Vash is still moving in him and it's incredible - ] sit back on your knees - want you to watch your cock in me, stretching me out for you -

[ it takes him a second to process, but! once vash gets the idea, he’s shifting himself and leaning back —

and the sight in front of him is enough to make him moan. the way the once-tight furl of wolfwood’s entrance looks when it’s stretched out around the base of vash’s dick. the sight of it catching and tugging around those ridges as he slides it back. it’s like something out of a dream to see wolfwood’s body this greedy for him; it’s the kind of thing that makes a century and some change of bad luck feel absolutely worth it. ] Nico —

You’re so gorgeous. [ he can’t resist the urge to run the pad of his thumb along wolfwood’s entrance once he’s sheathed all the way back inside him, breathless at how good it looks stretched around him. ] You’re taking me so good like this. Can’t believe how good you are for me.

[ he can’t help but pick up the pace. it feels like he’ll go crazy, otherwise. ] You’re so beautiful, so tight, perfect. I love you, love you so much —

[ Ah, fuck. Just the look on Vash's face as he takes it in is worth it, heat and pride coiling tight in Wolfwood at the sight of it, but then Vash rubs over him where he's sensitive from being stretched tight around him and the pull of those ridges. That's intense, and he moans with it -

and then, because Vash is apparently determined to heap it on until he's utterly broken, he picks up the pace, and at this angle it drives his dick right up against Wolfwood's prostate, dragging over it ridges and all. It makes light spark behind his eyes and he arches up at the feel of it, growling with how good it is. ]

Fuck, fuck, just like that, you feel so good -

[ He's gonna lose it any minute now if he's not careful. Wants to bait Vash into fucking him hard, making him lose control -

but before he does, there's one more thing he's gotta do. He reaches up to Vash's face, rubs the tips of two fingers over his lower lip. ]

Open up for me, baby.

[ oh.

it’s obvious that vash has found a good spot, even before wolfwood’s words confirm it. the way he squeezes around him is enough to make vash dizzy, and he shifts his free hand to wolfwood’s hip to make sure he can hold him there as he tries to replicate that angle. again and again and again.

the pressure around the head of his cock is intense, almost unbearable for a long few moments, and then vash can feel the way it blooms in response to the squeeze of wolfwood’s body. the pleasure sharpens into something so good that it makes vash’s vision glitter with stars — every time he pulls back, those little tendrils hook and tease around wolfwood’s rim to keep him inside, and when he presses back home inside him, the drag of them makes him feel like his brain is sizzling.

so, at first, when wolfwood says open up? vash is so hazy with pleasure that he nearly whines i already did before his brain finally catches on. but then he opens his mouth obediently to let wolfwood’s fingers slide inside, lashes fluttering — as long as wolfwood lets him keep fucking him like this, vash is more than happy to let him do whatever else he likes. ]

[ Holy shit.

Something's happening. Probably the same thing that happened in his throat that time, but he can barely spare that a thought because it feels so good that thought seems a distant kind of thing that happens to other people. Other people who aren't currently stuffed full of the prettiest dick they've ever seen, feeling the head of it seem to swell inside them before that tension breaks and is replaced by the sensation of being stroked over inside, in a way that makes him whine and tip his head back.

He damn near forgets what he was trying to do, here. Rallies - rubs his fingertips over the soft plush of Vash's tongue, coos good boy at him, and then - casual as you please - drags one of his fingers against the sharp tip of an incisor on the way out. It doesn't hurt, exactly - stings a little, but whatever's happening inside him is so good it just blurs almost seamlessly into the pleasure of it, and he grinds down against where the swell of Vash's cock presses sweetly into him. Mission accomplished, he thinks he deserves a little reward. ]

Harder.

[ it’s lucky — very lucky — that vash promptly gets so fried by the sound of wolfwood calling him a good boy that he doesn’t process what he just did. (otherwise, there’d be a lot of panicking and screaming and possibly a little crying, and all of that is only sexy in the right context.)

vash moans at the demand, and how can he help but to obey? he pumps his hips into wolfwood harder, faster, feeling all of that dizzying pleasure wind itself into a tight knot in his lower belly. he’s panting, flushed — and gripping the headboard hard enough with his prosthetic that the wood is starting to groan underneath the strain, but he doesn’t even notice. ]

Nico, Nico — Can you come — ah — like this? Wanna make you come like this, wanna feel you come on my cock, please, fuck, you feel so good —

[ Vash seems only too eager to fulfil his request, and it's fucking amazing. The faster pace makes the drag and press of those ridges into a seamless thing that radiates out, and all the while those little tendrils are stroking firm over the most sensitive places inside him. The feeling of it fills him up, rolls out through his whole body, making him so sensitive that Vash feels much bigger inside him than he knows he could possibly be. The pleasure of of it is already coiling tight inside him when Vash asks, so much that his first attempt at answering is nothing more than a ragged moan.

He tries again - ]

Yes, yeah, you're so good - just like this, you're gonna make me come - fuck, you feel so big, - oh, Vash, fuck -

[ And then it's happening. The climax breaks over him, makes him arch and gasp, his body squeezing frantically around Vash, and he comes so hard he feels it spatter over his chest, right up to his collarbone. Too taken by it to speak for a moment, and then - ]

inside, inside, need you to come inside me -

Edited 2023-03-12 09:50 (UTC)

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