Amenace 🤞❤🍩

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IN TRIGUNLAND 👋 jumping here to see arts and games/books brainworming |25yo| she/they 🇵🇱/🇬🇧/🤏🇪🇸 | Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Amenace

So Worthy, So loved: "Breathe, sky. I'm alive. We're Home."
What can he do with how Vash casts some spells on him each time he… Exists around, apparently? Wolfwood barely leaves from the shower while Vash, unclothed and sweaty, moves past him in the narrow doorframe, his hand brushing Wolfwood's abs, teasing at the hip where he's a bit ticklish. He squirms at unexpected sensations, but Vash closes the door without so much as a glance that would show he did it on purpose. Left alone with his dick already hardening in his pants — the only piece of clothes he put on just to discard now, Wolfwood plops on his bed. He can fathom the sensation of Vash's touch and smell well these days, any days. It fills his head with all wants and needs. Actually… He listens to the water and little whistles of that melody that got stuck in their heads days ago as he moves his fingers along his shaft, pulling the foreskin in a way that tugs at the head gently, small tease as he stares at his own dick, so eager and ready. It's almost contemplative — building pleasure with empty head, save from Vash and Vash only. They have time today, after all. They may even get to have some fun. The door clicks, steam that smells of motel soaps and Vash fills the air and the man himself stands few steps in the room, towel mid rubbing at his wet spikes and eyes moving from Wolfwood's face to his dicks, slowing down somewhere midway in a way that makes Wolfwood satisfied that he didn't put his shirt on. "Thought I've more time" he says innocently, hand slowing down to rest on top of his balls. He'd love to feel pressure of a different touch there. Soon. Vash swallows heavily, something in his posture changes in a way that Wolfwood almost sees little bulb lighting up next to his head. Vash puts away clothes he kept pressed to his chest, exposing the blush spreading across his face down to his chest. Cute. For a moment, because then he straightens in a way he very rarely does, his full height and posture almost posing. He looks at Wolfwood in such a focused look …
Wolfwood wants to say sorry. Maybe he whispers it, he's not sure and they don't seem to hear even if he does. What does it matter anyway if he's not gonna stop until the monster is satisfied? If up to this moment he thought he's feeling too much for his own good, he must've been a fool because now— now something screams inside of him as he grits his teeth so strong he's sure they're gonna crack.