[ Okay, yeah. Mark the day: Nicholas D. Wolfwood has found religion. The first slow slide, the way Vash sinks down onto him, letting him in? The way he looks, the way he sounds? It's definitely conversion material. The feeling of it is pure bliss, the heat of Vash wrapped close around the length of him, and Wolfwood moans low. Finds a little of himself when Vash takes that pause, though, and he realizes - Vash only ever seems to touch him with that one hand, the flesh-and-bone one. So he seeks out the other with his own hand, laces his fingers through the ones made of living wood.
Maybe he's imagining it, or maybe Vash just can't feel as much with it, but if he's not? He needs Vash to know that as long as it's part of Vash, Wolfwood wants it. ]
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Maybe he's imagining it, or maybe Vash just can't feel as much with it, but if he's not? He needs Vash to know that as long as it's part of Vash, Wolfwood wants it. ]