fourstrings | spent twenty years trying to get out of this place

spent twenty years trying to get out of this place

[ Taking Vash to the orphanage has gotta be one of his best ideas of all time.

He’d warned Vash on the way over that the kids can be wary of strangers. That it’s not like in old movies where every adult who comes in is a potential parent and everyone’s on their best behaviour, hoping to make themselves seem like a good choice. That they test people, they can be withdrawn or outright rude, that some of them probably won’t even look at him. Because more than they remember the kids who were there and got adopted, they remember the tiny handful who got adopted and came back, quieter now, feeling like there must be something wrong with them, something that makes them bad, and they learned too soon that sometimes it’s better never to have something than to have it and lose it. But they’d arrived and there’d been the usual cries of Nico! Nico’s here! and they’d clustered around, and the kids had known exactly what Nick had known: it didn’t take more than a minute to know Vash was good.

As predicted, they’d asked if Vash was his boyfriend. Well, they’d told him. Oooh, Nico’s got a boooyfrieeend, and he’d just looped his arm around Vash’s waist and said yep. A good one, and they’d gone nuts for approximately 30 seconds before dragging Vash off for a guided tour of the bedrooms, the rec room, the animals - a couple dogs who loved Vash just as much as the kids do, the chickens who are so used to little hands that they’ll wander right up for pets.

Best of all had been Theresa. Seven years old, still full of childlike innocence but old enough now to be wary of her differences, to know how cruel the world can be, used to new adults giving her a tight smile and saying hello, sweetheart before their eyes slid right off her, unwilling to look at the prominent scar on her face. She’d been quiet as usual for a good chunk of the morning, but when they’d all sat down for lunch and a small round of bickering broke out about who got to sit next to Vash, she’d skipped the queue with the determined and slightly stilted gait her prosthetic leg gave her and claimed her place at his side.

Nick’d had to excuse himself to go get an extra pitcher of water for the table just to avoid pissing her off with the gooey look on his face.

Later, there’d been games, the kids laughing delightedly as Vash and Nick followed along with little dancing animated characters and then absolutely destroying their scores. Reading, which Nick used as an excuse to show off a little. The Big Bad Wolf got a Clint Eastwood drawl, the three little pigs developed a tendency to call each other pardner, and in a new twist ending Little Red Riding Hood showed up armed with a six-shooter, scared the wolf away for good, and was made sheriff of New Pork. When it was time to leave and the kids tried to make Nick promise to bring Vash next time Nick said he would if he hadn’t scared him off by then, and Theresa deployed the savagery of a child with a good vocabulary and slightly lesser social skills by turning to Vash and saying you know where it is now. You can come without him.

Then as promised, Nick takes Vash to the chapel. It’s small; it doesn’t need to be big, because thankfully the orphanage is never quite full. It’s pretty, though, and built with children in mind. Low pews for little legs at the front, and the stained-glass window is a lamb slumbering peacefully in an emerald field, a lion’s face making the sun in the sky, framed in red roses that are the only visible reference to thorns - no crucifixes here, because Catholic as they may be someone apparently put their foot down about scaring the kids. There’s a little confessional but it’s seldom used; the kids aren’t required to go in there at all, and at least in Nick’s days it was primarily a place to hide and make out. Or other things – Nick’s at least 75% sure he’s the reason there’s a smoke detector in there now. And of course, the little shelves with their little candles, flickering in their jars. It’s probably not the done thing to have open flames anymore, but when your whole organization is dedicated to making a place of peace and healing for children who’ve lost everyone, sometimes tradition is important.

Nick slips his hand into Vash’s as they enter, and he can’t quite hide his affection for the place. He may be very, very lapsed, but good memories last. ]

Huh. I haven’t been in here for years, but it hasn’t changed. Feels like I’m a kid again.

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Dunno. [ He grins, almost sheepish but too into what they're doing to really be embarrassed about it. He doesn't actually know much about the mechanics of pussies, just how to listen out for what's good. ] I'm hopin' there's gonna be a spot that makes you go "Oh fuck, right there!"

[ And with no futher ado - okay, that's a fucking lie, he takes a second to stroke inside Vash one more time just for the feel of it and presses a kiss to his thigh - he turns the little egg onto its lowest setting. Gives it a moment for Vash to get use to the feel of it, and then starts pushing it slowly deeper as he mouths against Vash's skin. ]

[ okay! well. that kind of makes it sound like it’ll be easy to tell, so vash figures that’s a good enough clue.

but the feeling of that egg starting to vibrate makes him jerk a little with surprise, breath hitching. it’s not an oh-fuck feeling, not yet, but the buzz of those vibrations coupled with the tickle of wolfwood’s mouth on his inner thigh is enough to make him breathe out a pleased little sigh. ]

[ The sigh is good. Maybe he should be watching what he's doing, but it's not like he can see inside Vash - that seems as good an excuse as any for the way he gazes up at Vash's face as he keeps moving the vibrator, only breaking away to bury more kisses on the inside of his thigh.

It's kinda funny. That first night he'd said doing it without a condom would make it a first for him too, but with Vash everything feels new. Nick's had all kinds of relationships - some serious, most casual. A whole string of one night stands before he went into seminary, a pretty memorable threesome once he got out that resulted from a genuine real life "we noticed you from across the bar and my girlfriend likes your vibe" situation. Maybe it's just how sweet Vash is, how open. It feels like the first time he can be all of himself, and he treasures it. Makes him wanna be good for Vash. Not just in bed, but in everything. He wants to be the kind of boyfriend that makes Vash's friends say "oh my god, he's so stupid for you" and ask if he has a sibling.

But good in bed is a good start, and he nuzzles his cheek against the soft, unmarked skin of Vash's inner thigh and gazes up at him. ]

You're so fucking gorgeous. Can't believe I get to have you fuck me.

[ he’s still mostly distracted by the feeling of wolfwood pressing that egg deeper, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips in restless little circles, but. that makes him flush, looking down to meet wolfwood’s eyes again. ]

Yeah. Can’t wait to be inside you. I bet you’re gonna look so good when I — [ but then the egg slides up against the spot that sends a jolt of pleasure all the way through him, and the rest of the sentence gets cut off by a sharp intake of breath. ] W-Wait. Right there? I think? That feels… oh.

Right here, huh? Attaboy.

[ He can't resist just a tiny tease, pressing the egg against that spot just a little firmer for a second. But he's here for a reason, so he slips that finger back out (taking a moment to suck it dry, because it's very wet and being able to taste Vash is only going to add to the experience) and returns his attention to sucking Vash's dick. Just gentle, at first, licking a long stripe up the underside of the dildo before he takes the tip of it into his mouth, sliding forward in a slow, shallow bobbing motion. ]

[ he whines as wolfwood presses that little egg more firmly against that spot inside him, thighs twitching. it’s hard not to imagine what it might feel like if he had this inside while wolfwood fucked him, his dick pressing it up against that spot every time he slid inside —

he can’t help the moan that escapes. nice cover that wolfwood wraps his head back around the mouth of the dildo right about the same time, so at least he’s got a good excuse!

but. ] Nico. Wanna fuck you so bad.

[ hands in wolfwood’s hair again, petting and stroking. ] Can’t wait to fill you up, watch you come on my dick. S’gonna be so hot.

[ Christ! The way he moans at that isn't even part of the show, it's just a natural result of hearing Vash say it. Just like the way his cock twitches between his legs at the thought of it, and the way he takes more of the dildo into his mouth in response. That's all unplanned, but as he does it he remembers what he said, and presses the little button to ramp the egg up a setting. If he's sucking more enthusiastically, that should dial up, right?

The next bit is for show, when he turns his eyes up toward Vash and opens his mouth wide enough that Vash should be able to see the dildo resting on his tongue. The way he closes it and starts sucking again too, letting it press into his cheek, knowing it's gonna distort it and make a bulge there. Then it's back to sucking, sliding over it, unable to help the greedy little sounds he makes. Buried in Vash, the egg doesn't make a peep; his mouth does, wet and messy. ]

[ he jerks with surprise as wolfwood amps the vibration of the egg a little bit higher, hips pressing upwards into the other man’s mouth almost on instinct. wolfwood’s putting on a while fucking show for him, and it’s setting vash on fire — even the sloppy, greedy sounds the other man is making are going right between his legs, hips shifting restlessly on the bed underneath him.

fuck. part of him wants to let this just keep going, but he’s got it in his head now. the way wolfwood is going to look once vash is fucking him, the sounds he might make, the sight of that tight hole stretched out around him — ]

Nico, can I? Please? I want — Oh wow, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna be inside you. Please, please, please, let me?

[ Fuck. He's enjoying the hell out of this, but it's really hard to resist the offer. Especially with Vash pleading like that, making it sound like Nick'd be doing him a favor.He manages as much of a smile as he can with a cock in his mouth, and presses down slow, taking it all the way one more time. Holding it there until he has to pull off, looking up at Vash with hazy, slightly watering eyes, panting. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I want you to fuck me. Need it.

[ Rising until he can press a kiss to Vash's mouth before he clambers back onto the bed, cock hard and heavy, reaching for Vash. ]

How do you want me?

[ oh. oh, wow. maybe it's a good thing this dick isn't real! if it was, vash is pretty sure that would have been enough to make him lose it. as it is, he's flushed pink and breathing heavy by the time wolfwood pulls off and clambers back onto the bed, more than happy to respond to the way he reaches by dragging him into a kiss, hot and greedy. ]

Can you -- Maybe -- [ he flushes even darker, licking his lips. ] ... can you ride me? Is that okay? I wanna watch --

[ Huh! That isn't what he expected to hear, but he's down! And the way Vash asks is extra cute, so Nick can't help hauling him in for another of those kisses first. ]

Yeah. Yeah, baby, whatever you want.

[ He pulls Vash down to the bedding, kissing him again, burying his mouth at the side of Vash's neck. It's hot, and he's excited, but he still thinks to move the controls for the egg so they're within easy reach - and then he's straddling Vash's hips, running hands over his torso and belly before he grabs the lube to slick a generous amount over the dildo, stroking it with affection born of anticipation. Gives Vash a cheeky little grin - is it still a callback if the thing you're calling back to only happened yesterday? ]

Wow. Is this all for me?

[ wow!! wow, vash can't get over how hot this is. it's one thing to be in bed with a guy that looks as good as wolfwood, but it's like wolfwood is just as excited to be with him, and that's... wow.

but that? it makes him blink, and then there's a stifled laugh as he realizes that it's his own words being parroted back to him. so! it's only fair that his response is: ]

Nn-nn. Really into your... decor. [ ehehehe. ]

[ Yeah, he's super turned on, but that doesn't stop him from giving a big, bright laugh at Vash's response. Serves him right. ]

Let's see if I can redirect your attention, huh?

[ He's still plenty ready after Vash's attentions earlier - can still feel the lingering stretch from those long fingers, so he just holds the dildo steady and sinks down onto it. Slow, slow, partly out of caution and partly for the show of it, wanting Vash to see. And fuck but it's good - that moment of slow pressure at first when his body tries to tell him it's not gonna happen followed by the inward slide, the stretch that draws all his attention to the sensation of being filled. By the time he finally settles, ass flush against Vash's hips, he's breathing heavy and takes a moment just to adjust to it - plants a on Vash's thigh behind him and groans. ]

Fuck.

[ okay, vash is back to (maybe) thinking that it's a good thing that the dick is just a toy. because it's hard enough to keep himself sitting still with just the visual of wolfwood sliding down onto him -- if he had to deal with the way it must feel? he'd probably blow his load right there on the spot, and then he'd have to die of embarrassment and leave wolfwood with serious blue balls. uncool.

his hands go up to the other man's hips, petting over them in something that's almost like encouragement. breathing heavy just from watching, skin painted with a flush and eyes dark with heat. ] Nico...

I knew you'd look good like this, wow. You did so good, you really took it all for me.

Yeah. All for you, baby.

[ Breathless with the praise, preening a little in spite of himself. The way Vash pets at his hips is sweet, but it makes him realize that Vash was still through the process, taut, like he was fighting to hold himself in check. Nick smiles, starts to rock slowly over Vash. ]

You can move, you know. Your cock feels so good in me. I can get there on my own if that's what you want, but don't be afraid to fuck me. I want you to.

[ vash groans at that, seizing on the chance to rock his hips up to match wolfwood's rhythm. keeping it slow at first, because there's still a learning curve of trying to figure out what's too much and what's just right. but it's good. that little egg is still buzzing steadily inside him, and vash can almost let himself believe the pleasure is coming from the way wolfwood is rocking over him. add that to the way he looks, the show vash is getting?

wow. no, not even wow covers it! ]

Nico, you're so hot. [ sliding his hands a little lower, just to feel the way the muscles in the other man's thighs flex. ] Can't believe I get to fuck you.

[ Jeez. Nick knows he's an attractive guy, but he's never really cared all that much. It's helpful sometimes, but that's about it. But when Vash says it - especially when he says it as he's rocking up into him, making the dildo press up into him so right that Wolfwood can't help groaning at the feel of it - he cares. He's grateful for it, wants to show it off. He leans down to Vash, kisses him. Pauses there for a moment with his face over Vash's, eye-to-eye. ]

Next time I want you in charge so you can watch your dick sinking into me.

[ And then he sits back up, leaning back with his hands planted on Vash's thighs. Knowing the pose'll make him look good and the angle will rub that dildo right up where it feels best, make sure all the slutty moaning he wants to do to show Vash how much he appreciates him is genuine. His thighs end up doing most of the work this way but that's good too, with Vash touching him like that. And it turns out he underestimated how good it'd feel, because that first whorish moan comes fast and he can't resist clicking the vibrator up a notch, wanting to match it for Vash. ]

Oh, fuck that's good.

[ next time?! just the idea that wolfwood likes this enough to want to make it a repeat performance is enough to make vash dizzy, but the thought of all the different ways they can do it --

he's gonna have to google sex positions. a bunch of them!

... not that he's complaining about this one. the way wolfwood leans back lets vash see the toy sliding up into him, and the sight alone is enough to make him moan. and! he's counting on the sound wolfwood makes as proof that he's super into what they're doing, so he feels a little bit more confident about rocking his hips up more firmly each time the other man sinks down onto him. hot, it's so hot, and --

then wolfwood must kick that vibrator up another notch, because the sudden increase in intensity is enough to make vash cry out. he jolts his hips up hard, toes curling as the feeling sizzles through him. ]

Fuck, oh wow, Nico, feels good -- [ he's going to end up leaving bruises on wolfwood's thighs, but he hasn't even noticed. panting, eyes locked on the sight of wolfwood like he's trying to drink it all in. ] Yeah, keep going, love watching you like this --

[ Nick's definitely noticed how hard Vash is gripping at him, and he loves it. It's tight, just just enough to hurt in the way that feels good, an extra little spice on top of the pressure building in him at the mounting pleasure. Vash is rocking up into him properly now, making every slide more intense, and he can feel the way his stomach muscles tense up every time it hits him just right. ]

Good. Want you to watch. Want you to watch me come on your dick. Want you to come in me, too. Oh, fuck -

[ It's good, it's good, and as much as he'd wanted to put on a show for Vash he can't help speeding his pace. Driving himself down with real intent now, the feeling of it surging through him, a little spatter of precome hitting Vash's belly already even after Vash already made him come. ]

[ he's whining, driven half-crazy by the way it looks to have wolfwood riding his lap and the feeling of that little egg buzzing inside him. and it just makes it hotter that wolfwood's dick is leaking on him; the idea that vash is able to make him feel that good, turn him on that much, drives him absolutely crazy. ]

Yeah. Wanna make you come on my dick, Nico. Want you to show me just how much you like it. [ it's a stupid, senseless babble. ] Be good for me, okay? I know you will, you're such a good boy, you're taking me so good.

[ Listen,

Nick likes to think he doesn't carry around any lingering issues about being an orphan. Yeah, he had a real rough patch in his teens, but his childhood was good, happy. And he's had a bunch of therapy! So there's no real excuse for the way be good for me, you're such a good boy hits him the way it does, ramping up that pleasure as surely as if Vash had curled a hand around his dick and started jerking him off. He moans at it, too caught up in it to even think about catching himself. Rides Vash faster, harder until he's babbling too - fuck and yes and Vash over and over again until the pleasure of it has filled him up so much there's nowhere for it to go but out.

And this time, he's loud. Comes with a wail, something that cracks and trembles in the middle. His vision crowds with spots of light, and there isn't a whole lot left in him after earlier but this time when he comes it's so hard that spatters of it land on Vash's chest. He keeps going for as long as he can, like he's forgotten that the cock sunk on him isn't actually giving Vash any feeling - but he does summon the control to tick that vibe up to the next and final setting. ]

[ here’s the thing!

just seeing wolfwood come like that, knowing he was the reason why? it’s actually all vash needs to find a peak of his own, moaning a sound that’s halfway to desperate and only just remembering to squeeze the little bulb that lets it seem like he’s spilling himself inside wolfwood.

but then, when he’s still trembling in the wake of coming, wolfwood evidently misses out on the fact that vash has already arrived triumphantly at the party and kindly attempts to help him get there. the result is that wolfwood kicks that vibe up a notch when vash is already mid-orgasm, and the resulting lightning strike of pleasure drags a howl out of him.

his hips jerk up helplessly, head falling back and spine arching, and —

he always kind of thought squirting was mostly just something people did in porn. welp, call him a pornstar, and consider that ability unlocked. ]

[ Holy shit.

It should be a mess. And it is a mess, in the most literal sense, fluids everywhere - but Vash squeezes that bulb and it floods Nick with the contents, a feeling that he'd always assumed would be revolting but is incredibly hot in the throes of it, and then Nick makes his little error with the vibe and Vash howls and arches up in a way that drives the dildo right against Nick's prostate, oversensitive with just having come, and it's like it makes his body double down on the orgasm. It wrenches a broken little sound out of him and he just goes ahead and collapses on top of Vash, panting, trembling a little with the intensity of it. And that's when he notices the extra wetness, shakily sends one hand down to confirm, and - ]

Holy shit.

[ He'd laugh, but he's too dizzy with pleasure to do it properly. Makes a huffing little wheeze instead and kisses the side of Vash's neck, because that's what he can reach where he is and he's not confident in his ability to move yet. ]

We -

[ Wait! The vibe! It'd be a goddamn shame to have sex that good and then accidentally kill Vash, and he remembers to shut it off. ]

[ oh, thank fuck.

wolfwood switches off that vibe right as vash thinks he might really, actually, literally come his brains out and just die in the spot. even the aftershocks are so powerful that his muscles keep jumping with little twitches and jolts, eyes still unfocused where he’s got them aimed roughly in the direction of wolfwood’s ceiling.

still! he attempts to be a gentleman! which is why he manages to (very weakly) pat at wolfwood’s thigh and mumble some absolute gibberish that’s either supposed to be attaboy champ or thanks for making me come so hard i ascended to a higher plane. ]

[ He can feel Vash twitching, manages to pull himself together enough to pet at his hair. ]

You're so good, baby. God, I love you. That was so good.

[ Low, soothing, halfway to a coo because Vash fucked his brains to mush and his emotions are right there along with them. Mushy, soppy, smitten. Way too soupy to realize what he said. ]

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