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Friday nights were always the busiest, and today wasn’t an exception. It was still early enough that patrons were still trickling in, mingling with the already decently drunk crowd, most of whom were sitting at the various tables scattered around. The bar was nearly empty of seated guests, save for a couple of guys who thought they had a shot with the barmaid. You snorted.
Not a chance in hell.
Some of the regulars enjoyed flirting with Reina for the human interaction; she listened to their problems, flirted back, and they were more than happy to leave a bigger tip. A win-win for both really. And sometimes, you had guys who really believed they had a chance. It wasn’t so bad when they knew how to give up; a bit cringe, but in reality, they remained relatively harmless. Some…just didn’t get it, but that’s why they had security.
Most of the people seated at the bar tonight were regulars, save for one who unfortunately seemed to fall into the second category. He looked pretty inoffensive, a bit clumsy really, but you never really knew with those guys.
It seemed that your intuition was right this time, as the guy ended up leaving soon after with a wink in both Reina’s and your direction, and with a very generous tip. You didn’t expect to see him again; due to your location, most of your clients were travellers, the locals mostly keeping to smaller -and cheaper- establishments closer to the city centre.
And yet.
He reappeared about a week later, on a surprisingly quiet Sunday evening; a fact you were extremely grateful for since you were the only one manning the bar for once. He looked a bit worse for wear, his vibrant red coat now marred with dust and grime, and his steps betraying exhaustion. He sat in front of you with a wince, like the movement had brushed over a bruise or an injury of sorts.
‘’What can I get for you?’’ you asked, throwing the towel you had been using a moment ago to wipe glasses over your shoulder.
He didn’t answer right away, seemingly thinking. ‘’I, uh…Surprise me?’’
‘’You got it’’ you called back, a cocktail already in mind; something that matched the colour of his coat. ‘’I’m afraid Reina isn’t here tonight, so you’ll have to make do with me.’’
‘’Aw… Well if your cocktails are half as good as hers, then I guess I’ll survive’’ he pouted, not sounding nearly as heartbroken as he looked.
‘’Well, you’re in for a treat pal: I taught her everything she knows’’ you winked at him. You weren’t usually one to flirt with clients, even for tips, but this guy really looked like he needed a pick-me-up right about now, so you guessed you could try to banter with him a little. He was easy on the eyes, so it really wasn’t a chore. He smiled back, eyes still distant.
‘’You happened to have a name? So I can stop calling you blondie in my head.’’
Said blond hesitated for a moment, just long enough for you to second guess your question. ‘’It’s Vash’’
You plucked a bit of mint and garnished the concoction you had just finished making, sliding it towards the blond.
‘’Well, there you go, Vash’’
He took a sip, his eyes widening. ‘’That’s really good! Is that…gin?’’
‘’Nope,’’ you popped the P, reaching around to grab two bottles, one green and one red, and extended them in his direction so he could take a look at the label.
‘’Huh. That…’’
‘’Doesn’t look like it goes together? I know.’’ you answered with a grin, putting the bottles back in their place. ‘’I got more where that came from’’
He hummed appreciatively, his mouth stretching into what appeared to be his first truly sincere smile of the evening.
*****
Your very quiet evening quickly turned into a bit of a mess when a large group of people made their way inside around midnight, forcing you to spend most of the early hours of the morning running around handing out drinks and settling bills, with only brief moments to share a quip with Vash. He seemed content to sit there, lost in thought, sipping yet another drink; you didn’t quite recall how many he had, and you weren’t sure he did either. As closing time approached, you lost sight of the blond for a moment, too busy settling tabs and kicking people out for the night. You weren’t worried about his bill, as he’d been paying for his drinks as he got them, but something in you wanted to make sure he was alright.
When everyone was out the door and you finally got a second to breathe, you returned to the bar where you had last seen the man, only to find him exactly where he’d been all night. But this time his coat - and your bar - were adorned with a fresh coat of vomit.
Great. Just great.
You figured the first step would be to wake him up, a procedure that proved rather inconclusive as the man barely stirred from the little shake you gave him. You sighed, knowing from experience that he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon; at least not if your estimations regarding the amount of alcohol he ingested were correct. There was no way you could leave him here, but you also didn’t want to just…dump him in the street; it seemed cruel to do that to a man who’d looked so miserable just a couple of hours ago.
As you started wiping up the bartop - and the bulk of the mess from Vash’s person -, you figured out what to do with the blond. It was probably a terrible idea; Reina would have yelled at you had she been there, but it was the only one your sleep-tired brain could come up with. You put your cleaning supplies away in a corner, figuring you’d deal with it the next afternoon at the start of your shift, and made your way around the bar to the still-slumped man.
‘’Come on pal, I’m taking you home’’ you gave him one last shake for good measure before propping his arm around your shoulders and heaving him off the stool. Oh lord, he was heavier than he looked, his coat having somehow concealed his bulk and the sheer size of him.
You ended up half dragging him to your place, which was thankfully pretty close by, managing to climb the stairs to your second-floor loft with considerable effort. You both collapsed through the door, the kitchen counter the only thing keeping you vertical. Inhaling a sharp breath, you heaved the blond one last time towards the other side of the room, nearly throwing him on your bed. Frankly, you’d never been more glad that your apartment was small; sure, you were in shape, but not in ‘’carrying a 6’1’’ man across the city’’ shape.
Collapsing on the ground, you took a moment to catch your breath and figure out your next steps. You’d cleaned him up as best as you could back at the bar, but there wasn’t much you could do about the smell; and there was no way you were letting him sleep on the bed with those clothes. As you pondered the question, you figured you’d at least change out of your own dirty clothes first, picking out an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. You traded your attire quickly as you made your decision, deciding to blame your sleep-addled brain.
You made your way back to Vash, who didn’t even stir as you started to manhandle him out of his coat. The boy was gone gone; you were glad you had decided to bring him back with you. After some effort, you managed to peel him out of the offending item of clothing, which you threw at the other side of the room. His shirt had unfortunately been caught in the crossfire earlier, so you decided to divest him of it too; the pants were saying on however, that was where you drew the line. It was only as you peeled him out of his shirt that you realised exactly why he’d been so heavy, as the piece of fabric made way to planes of hard muscle and tanned skin. You hurried up, already uncomfortable enough at having to disrobe an unconscious man; he didn’t need you drooling over him as well. You threw the shirt in the same direction as his coat and stepped away, intending to craft yourself a cot out of spare blankets for the night. Or you would have, had Vash not grabbed your wrist with an impressively strong grip for a drunk man. He mumbled something, barely audible with his face smooched in your pillow.
‘’Stay’’ he repeated. Oh. You tried to disentangle your wrist from his grasp but to no avail. You sighed, guessing you had no choice but to obey.
Which was easier said than done. The angle at which he’d seized your arm meant that you couldn’t just snag the opposite side of the bed. You sighed, giving up trying to tetris yourself onto the mattress and merely climbed over him, laying your arm across his midriff before slotting your body behind his. Aaaand you were cuddling now. Great.
That wasn’t how you thought your night would end but, hey, you were pretty comfortable. And as long as this Vash guy didn’t end up murdering you, it was as good of a way as any to fall asleep. You buried your face further into the pillow, your nose brushing the back of his head and your arm tightening almost imperceptibly against his waist before sleep overtook you.
*****
You woke up slowly to the scorching warmth of the afternoon sun, stretching contently as your nose was greeted by a sweet smell. Was that…pancakes? You opened your eyes, squinting against the assault of light as you struggled to make sense of the scene around you. Vash had seemingly managed to untangle himself from your grasp as he was now standing in your kitchen, or at least what passed off as it in your tiny loft, and was now cooking breakfast. He must have been at it for a while already, since there seemed to be a good amount of pancakes piled on plates in front of him, with another one carefully cooking in a pan. He was clearly concentrating very hard on the task, tongue sticking out and everything, so you didn’t dare disturb him. Instead, you took the opportunity to thoroughly scrutinise in broad daylight.
His blond hair gleamed in the sun, even messier than it had been the day before, and he’d removed his sunglasses at some point, making him squint against the sun. His glasses weren’t the only things he had kept off, his chest still in full display. You assumed that meant he wasn’t too offended by you disrobing him the previous night. This time you didn’t avert your eyes, taking in the stretches of pale skin and muscles shifting and tightening with each shift of his spatula. His coat and shirt did a tremendous job at hiding all of that bulk, too good of a job in your humble opinion. This man really was way too handsome for his own good. He turned towards you, tilting his head to the side and offering you a soft smile.
Huh, his eyes are the same colour as his arm.
‘’Good morning’’ he spoke softly. ‘’I made breakfast, here’’ he extended a plate towards you, which you took after manoeuvring yourself into a criss cross position. You didn’t bother with cutlery, grabbing the food directly with your fingers. Surprisingly, it turned out to be delicious, fluffy and not too sweet. You somehow expected this man to be terrible at cooking; perhaps this was yet another lesson for you about not judging people on their appearance. You glanced at the clock as you shoved the last piece of pancake in your mouth, nearly choking on it as you realised how late it was. You launched yourself out of bed with a curse, nearly startling the blond, and grabbed some clothes off the pile of clean clothes you had shoved in the corner, too lazy to fold them properly.
You hesitated on whether or not to take a shower, ultimately deciding to do so after a quick sniff test, but not bothering to wait for the water to warm up a bit. You stepped under the cold stream of water, shivering at the first contact, and made haste of washing yourself. If you’d been in less of a hurry, you’d have wondered about what to do with the man currently standing in your apartment, but you figured he could find his way home by himself, wherever that was.
You didn’t bother drying yourself properly -the scorching afternoon suns would take care of that anyway- and stepped directly into your clean clothes. As you exited the bathroom, you found Vash now sitting on your bed, eating his own breakfast with a very confused look on his face.
‘’Sorry, I’m late for work’’ you spoke his way as you frantically searched for your bag. ‘’Just…leave whenever I guess’’ you made a noise of triumph as you pulled it from under your dresser. You quickly hooked it over your head and made your way out of the door. ‘’Bye!’’ the shout came as an afterthought before leaving for good this time.
*****
Reina hadn’t stopped laughing at you, to your great dismay. You buried your face into your hands and groaned, making the redhead cackle harder.
‘’The first customer you flirted back with and he ends up puking all over the place.’’ she wiped a tear from her eye. ‘’I can’t believe you brought him back home after that.’’
‘’Oh God, Reina it’s not like that!’’ you moaned. ‘’I couldn’t just leave him outside.’’
‘’Yes, you could, you just didn’t want to.’’ she nudged your stool with her foot. ‘’Come on, admit it, he was hot’’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘’And you spent all night curled up to all that muscle. ’’ she made an obscene gesture with her hands.
You sent a slap her way, which she expertly dodged, snickering with delight at your reddening face. You could never win with her.
‘‘ Fine .’’ you bemoaned. ‘’Yes, he was hot, but that doesn’t matter since I’ll never see him again.’’ Reina opened her mouth to retort but you cut her off. ‘’And even if he does come back, why would he look at me when you’re here?’’
It wasn’t self-pity, just a statement of fact. Regardless of your own appearance, Reina was absolutely gorgeous, all curves and long limbs, so she tended to attract the attention of most patrons. A fact for which you were generally grateful as you didn’t relish having to fake being flattered by lurid compliments all night long. No amount of tips was worth it to you. But in this case, however, you had to begrudgingly admit you were a bit jealous.
The redhead snorted. ‘’Are we talking about the same guy? The one who could barely keep his attention on our conversation because he was too busy sneaking glances at you?’’ she crossed her arms defiantly. ‘’20$$ he comes back to see you tonight’’
‘’Fine.’’ you rolled your eyes. ‘’You’re on.’’
Your conversation was cut short by the arrival of your first patron of the evening, who Reina went to greet, but not before she sent a wink your way. You shook your head fondly; she was your best friend, but by God could she be annoying sometimes.
*****
It ended up being another quiet night. Save a few regulars, 1 am had rolled around and you were just idling behind the bar, trying to keep yourselves busy with whatever small work had piled up during the weekend.
The door jingled, announcing the arrival of a new customer. You expected Reina to greet them as usual, but she unexpectedly stayed silent which could only mean two things. One: she was too busy with other customers to respond, which you doubted was true since you had seen her nearly fall asleep standing up not even a minute ago. Two: you were about to be 20$$ poorer.
You turned around only to be greeted by a now fully clothed Vash, who was rubbing his neck with one hand while waving at you tentatively with the other. You greeted him with a smile.
‘’Hey, didn’t expect to see you today. Can I get you something?’’
‘’Sure, anything is fine.’’ He chuckled shyly ‘’I’ll pace myself this time, promised!’’
You nodded, grabbing a couple of bottles off the shelf while also making the mistake of glancing at Reina, who made a couple of indecent gestures in your direction with a mad grin. If you had less self-restraint, you’d have chucked your shaker at her head. Fortunately for her, you were distracted by Vash before you could act on the homicidal urges.
‘’I-’’ he paused, searching for his words ‘’I wanted to apologize for last night. I haven’t had the best of week and I went overboard.’’ he rubbed his neck, something he seemed to do when he was embarrassed. ‘’And thank you for not leaving me in the street. That was…the best sleep I had in ages, to be honest’’
You slid his cocktail towards him with a smile. ‘’Well, I’m glad. You seemed like you really needed it.’’ You let the silence comfortably settle amongst you as your hands wiped up your tools.
‘’Wanna talk about it?’’ You offered after a moment, startling the blond out of his thoughts.
‘’Huh?’’
‘’You said you had a shit week’’ The blond seemed to hesitate at your words ‘’And before you say anything, no you wouldn’t be bothering me. Now spill!’’
He chuckled ‘’Guess I really can’t hide anything from you.’’
He lost himself in his thoughts for a moment, sighing. ‘’I just- It seems that even when I try my hardest to help, I just make things worse.’’ he snorted derisively ‘’ Like a typhoon of destruction.’’
He took his face into his hands, looking bone-weary. ‘’I guess I’m just bad luck’’
‘’Yeah, that’s a load of horseshit’’ you scoffed, almost startling him.
‘’But I-’’
‘’No buts. None of that shit in my bar’’ you pointed your very long spoon menacingly in his direction. ‘’I, for once, consider myself pretty lucky to have met you’’
He looked at you blankly. ‘’I puked on your bar.’’
‘’Pal, that’s not bad luck, that’s an average Friday night for me’’
He chuckled faintly ‘’Yeah, I guess’’
‘’And I’d bet everything I own that the people you managed to help sure as shit don’t consider you bad luck.’’
Vash didn’t say anything in response, but you caught the hint of a smile appearing on his face that he quickly camouflaged by taking another sip of his drink. You hadn’t spent much time with him at all, but he really seemed like a good guy, which was rarer than one would expect these days. The fact that he cared so much about the impact he had on those around him clued you in on the great kindness he probably held in him. And oh boy, was that hotter than any amount of muscles could ever be. You felt your cheeks heat up and chased the offending thought away with a shake of your head. Despite Reina’s teasing, you doubted Vash was actually interested in you. In any case, that wasn’t why you’d been nice to him so far. He just really seemed like he needed someone to be kind to him.
‘’Do you have a place to stay?’’ you blurted out, not fully processing your own words before they were out into the world.
‘’I- Well, no I haven’t figured that out yet’’ the blonde answered, head tilting to the side, not unlike a puppy.
‘Then, stay with me tonight.’’
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise before his expression turned teasing ‘’Are you propositioning me?’’ He teased, looking you up and down almost lewdly as he wiggled his eyebrows.
‘’Not with you making that face, I’m not.’’ you deadpanned.
He only wiggled his eyebrows again in response, making you sigh.
‘’Idiot. I just meant…’’ you tucked your hair away from your eyes nervously. You didn’t regret offering, but now that the blond had put sex on the table, even in jest, you could help but think about it. ‘’You said you slept well at my place, and uh- Well, you really look like you need a good night’s sleep, so…’’
It was his turn to blush ‘’...yeah, I’d like that, thank you.’’
‘’My shift ends in about…’’ you made to glance at the clock but were interrupted by a shout.
‘’Now! It ends now, I can take care of the rest!’’ Reina waved the both of you off. ‘’Go on, shoo, both of you, you look exhausted.’’
‘’Are you sure?’’ You felt bad leaving her alone, even with so few patrons about.
‘’Absolutely, now go’’
‘’Well’’ you turned back to Vash ‘’you heard the lady.’’
*****
You walked back to your place in companionable silence, your shoulders brushing occasionally. He had a couple of inches on you, just enough to make you feel small next to him, but it wasn’t often that you had to look up to someone and it made you feel a certain way that you absolutely refused to dwell on right now.
You reached your building after only a couple of minutes, quite a contrast to yesterday’s trek, and you led the way into your flat. It was quite small, but its saving grace was the very high ceilings and almost floor-to-ceiling windows it had, giving you a beautiful view of the city and the desert beyond. You didn’t bother turning on the light, the glow from the city was enough to allow you to see pretty well already.
‘’You can put your coat in here if you want’.’ you said, pointing to a small closet to your right. ‘’I’ll get you some clothes you can change into’’ you wore mostly oversized things to bed so you figured they would probably fit him. You picked out a shirt and a pair of sleep pants you had stolen from your ex and a shirt and shorts for yourself.
‘’I don’t think I need to tell you where the bathroom is.’’ you teased ‘’Here, make yourself at home.’’ You gave him the pile of clothes which he took with a grateful look and waited for him to close the door to the bathroom before switching out your own clothes, soon thrown haphazardly in your hamper. You busied yourself with cleaning up while waiting for him to come out of the bathroom, feeling awkward by merely standing there doing nothing. There wasn’t much to clean, to your great frustration, you weren’t a very messy person and Vash had left your kitchen spotless so you ended up sitting on your bed, waiting. Thankfully, the blond exited the bathroom pretty quickly and dropped his clothes with the rest of his things before turning back to you.
The situation suddenly felt incredibly more intimate. It was one thing to cuddle a guy drunk off his ass, but it was another to have the same guy standing in your apartment, wearing your clothes. Vash seemed to have had a similar train of thought, as he didn’t quite dare to properly stare at you, arms crossed. Thankfully for the both of you, you had never been a shy person and so you laid back on the bed and extended your arms towards him.
‘’Come here, Vash’’ you wiggled your fingers at him.
He hesitated for a second, finally stepping towards you as you wiggled your fingers again. He sat next to you, laying down carefully so he wouldn’t accidentally encroach on your space. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm, tugging him on top of you. He followed willingly as you wrapped his arm around your waist, tucking his head under your chin and entangling your legs together. You could feel his warm breath tickling the side of your neck, making you shiver.
‘’Comfortable?’’ you whispered.
He hummed in agreement. ‘’It’s been a while since I’ve slept with anyone. I mean-’’
You chuckled ‘’With you looking like that? Yeah, I’ll believe that’’
You knew you had bamboozled yourself when you felt him grin against your neck.
‘’ Oh? Looking like that huh?’’
‘’ Please, shut up” you didn’t want him to think you had only brought him back to your place to seduce him. Yet, he really didn’t seem opposed to the idea if the hand stroking your side was any indication. And neither were you. You felt your skin flush, arousal starting to pool in your core
Vash shifted and his lips grazed your skin, inciting a moan out of your throat that startled you both. There was a beat of silence, only broken by your heavy breathing as his lips pressed tentatively against the column of your throat once more, and this time it was nothing but intentional.
‘’Is this ok?’’ he whispered, the arm that was against your waist still slowly rubbing circles into the sliver of skin on display, the cool metal of his fingers making you shiver.
‘’Yeah…’’ you breathed, half a whisper and half a moan. Lips were replaced by teeth, nibbling along as the blond’s hand wandered higher over your stomach, making your skin tingle, until he reached high enough to reach your breast and graze his thumb over your nipple. He shifted his weight onto his right arm to give himself better access, careful not to crush you in the process, leaving your arm that was previously squeezed between the two of you free to wander. You let your fingers slider under his shirt, tracing the line of his hip up to the column of his spine, your other hand coming to tangle itself into his hair, giving you something to grasp as he sucked a bruise right under your ear. You’d have been annoyed at him for marking you in such a visible spot, if you weren’t thoroughly distracted by his thumb still toying with you, and now his leg that had come to rest in between yours, brushing lightly against your sex.
This man was a tease . If you didn’t take the reins, he would surely render you mad from pleasure before you could feel him inside you. And from the heat you could feel pressing against the side of your leg, you could already imagine the burn of the stretch as he split you open. You tightened your grip on his hair, pulling him back from your thoroughly mauled neck. He followed willingly, with a grin plastered on his face, clearly very proud of his work. You pulled him in for a kiss, angling your bodies so he was now pressing fully against you, the hard weight of him now rubbing against your hip. He kissed you slowly, a filthy open-mouthed affair that left you panting. He took advantage of the new position to pull your shirt over your chest, detaching his lips from yours only long enough to completely take off the piece of clothing before slotting his lips back to yours.
‘’Not fair’’ you muttered as you backed away to catch your breath. He pulled back, chuckling as you chased his lips, and removed his shirt in one fell swoop. He looked gorgeous , angelic almost, framed as he was by the light of the city, lips still glistening with your saliva as he straddled your hips. You let your hands roam against his stomach, tracing the shadows created by his muscles and the curve of his hip bone. He looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes, chest heaving, his hair a mess from your grip. He looked absolutely debauched, and by God you wanted nothing more than to mess him up even more.
Your fingers wandered down to his waistband, toying with it, wordlessly asking for permission to slip them inside. He nodded, arms lax at his side. You pushed the pants away and were greeted by bare skin. Fuck. His cock sprang free, swollen and dripping with precum; even bigger than you had guessed. He shuddered as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him lightly, unable to keep his hips from following your movement.
You stilled him with a hand on his hip, thumb caressing the delicate skin along his side. He grasped that hand and locked eyes with you for a moment before a particularly dexterous swipe of your thumb upon his engorged length made him gasp.
‘’Take those off for me’’ you commanded, removing your hands from him and tugging on his pants that were now getting in the way. He obeyed, nearly falling off the bed in his haste to get the offending item of clothing off. You giggled and Vash sent you an embarrassed look, rendered even funnier by the little dance he had to do to remove the piece of fabric that was still clinging to his foot. You took advantage of his predicament by taking the time to remove your own shorts and underwear, and stood up, coming face to face with the blond as he finally managed to untangle himself.
‘’Hi,’’ he whispered, grinning.
‘’Hi,’’ you whispered back, your breaths intermingling. ‘’Come, sit’’ you manoeuvred him towards the bed, guiding him so he was now laying with his back propped against the headboard with you hovering over him. You gave him a quick kiss before lowering yourself down between his legs, your intent clear if the hungry look in his eyes was anything to go by.
You settled yourself on your elbows, taking the time to lay a line of kisses along his inner thighs, occasionally marking him with a bruise all while deliberately ignoring his dripping cock that periodically brushed against your cheek, making him shudder. You put him out of his misery, grasping him with one hand as you licked a stripe against the side of him, taking his tip into your mouth. One of his hands found purchase in your hair, tangling with the strands carefully and tugging just enough for you to feel it. You moaned at the feeling, causing Vash to buck his hips involuntarily and push himself halfway into your mouth in the same movement, making you flinch in surprise. He looked back at you, concerned etched on his face, but you only took him in further, holding his gaze to reassure him you were fine. More than fine. Bobbing your head up and down, you let your hand roam down your body until you reached your own sex, pushing your fingers in between your fold to caress your clit. It had been a while since you had touched yours; and even longer since you had last welcomed a partner into your bed; you wouldn’t last long. Vash seemed to sense that your attention was now divided and pulled you off of him.
‘’My turn’’ he said, voice raspy. ‘’Come here’’ he slid down the bed until he was on his back and patted his own chest, inviting you forward. Your breath caught in your throat, your core aching; never had a man simply asked you to sit on their face, most of them rather thinking of it like a chore. But Vash looked at you like a man dying from thirst who had just stumbled upon an oasis. You scooted yourself forward until your knees hit the headboard, carefully angling yourself over him. He grabbed your thighs, lowering you down until you could feel his nose brushing your mound, immediately followed by a swipe of his tongue against your folds that made you moan. The blond wasted no time, burying his tongue into your channel, his nose brushing against your clit. You would not be lasting long, Vash was talented with his tongue, and he seemed to greatly enjoy himself, if his moans that were almost rivalling yours were any indication. He turned his attention to your clit and you nearly came from the first swipe, grabbing his hair with one hand, the other having found purchase on the headboard; it gave you enough leverage to grind your hips down, which only spurred your partner on. You felt your thighs start to tremble from the attention.
‘’Vash, oh God- Right there’’ the words tumbled out of your mouth, breathless as you felt the telltale pressure rise in your core. You could barely keep yourself upright, most of your weight now resting on the blond’s arms, who did not even flinch from the added weight, and oh lord was that thought. Your moans had been replaced by a litany of yes as you felt your orgasm creep closer. He did not let up the pace, making you cum with a shout, your whole body shaking as Vash kept his mouth on you. You pushed him away as the stimulation turned almost painful; or rather, he pushed you up, your muscles still spasming. You took a moment to regain control of your limbs, as the blond peppered your inner thigh with kisses and nibbles; you couldn’t remember the last time you had cum that hard with a partner.
You crawled back down his body, legs still shaky, only to be met with the blond smiling lazily, looking sated, mouth glistening with your juices. Bending forward, you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue. His hands left your thighs to roam over the expanse of your back, fingers splaying open to lock you in an embrace. This didn’t feel like a one-night stand. to be honest, it really hadn’t, even right from the start; it was too intimate, too devoted. But you had the feeling this was just the type of person Vash was: someone who devotes his entire being into anything he does. He pulled back, panting, and flipped you over in one fell swoop. You let out a little squeal, startled, only making him giggle in response. He stood up slowly, taking the time to kiss and nibble his way down your chest, sucking a particularly fierce bruise onto the top of your breast. He finally settled himself in between your legs, seemingly satisfied with his work, his hands resting on your thighs to keep them parted. His cock looked almost painfully hard, flushed and dripping precum; it was a wonder he’d managed to keep his hands off of himself as you came on his face. He trailed his thumb against your slit, making you shudder.
‘’Was that okay?’’ you nodded emphatically, making him smile. ‘’Tell me if it gets too much’’
‘’Yeah, just- Vash, please’’ you begged him. As your orgasm had subsidised, it had left you with an aching emptiness that you were desperate for him to fill.
‘’Please what?’’ he grinned, his thumb making small circles against your already overstimulated clit. You moaned.
‘’ Please, please fuck me.’’ you knew you sounded pathetic but you didn’t care, not when it would get him to fill you up faster.
‘’Well, who am I to refuse when you’re asking so nicely.’’ he hummed, his hand stopping its ministrations to grab his cock, angling the tip at your entrance before finally pushing his way in. He moved impossibly slowly, although you figured that was more for his sake than you if the look on his face was to be believed, mouth hanging open and eyes tightly closed. He split you open, inch by inch; the burn of the stretch was everything you had hoped for and more. You finally felt him bottoming out, his hips pressed against yours. He shifted forward, his face coming to rest against the side of your throat. You hooked your fingers through his now thoroughly dishevelled hair and pulled him in for a kiss while grinding your hips up, urging him to move. He obeyed, pulling out halfway before thrusting into you again, each time with a little more force. It was clear he wasn’t going to last long, and neither were you. You could already feel a second orgasm blooming, heat coiling in your core. You just needed a little bit more .
‘’Touch me, please, Vash’’ you moaned, and immediately you felt him respond, his coming to rub against your clit, giving you the friction you were so desperately missing. He was now pounding against you with an almost bruising force, no doubt chasing his orgasm that was oh so close. You felt his rhythm falter before you saw his orgasm ripple through him. He came with a low moan, eyes fluttering shut and mouth agape; you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you. His his finally stilled, still buried deeply inside you but his fingers didn’t let up, taking you closer and closer to your own climax. He keeps his eyes locked with yours, clearly intent on witnessing every second of your orgasm. One of your hands gripped the sheets, while the other grabbed his unoccupied hand, entangling your fingers.
You came with a shout, waves of pleasures washing over you with the force of a typhoon; your whole body spasming. You felt your channel clench against his overstimulated cock, tearing a moan from his throat. He caressed the side of your thigh softly as you came down from your high, waiting for your body to relax again before he pulled out slowly, hissing. He kept his eyes on your entrance for a moment, until you could feel his cum dripping out of you. With a low hum, he scooped up his seed and pushed it back into you, making you whine at the sensation. Seemingly satisfied with his handiwork, he took his fingers back out and licked them clean. Your breath caught in your throat. That was…hotter than you’d care to admit.
‘’Proud of yourself, huh.’’ you teased, only getting a grin in response. ‘’Come here, let me taste you’’
He obliged, smile not leaving his face, his salty tang still heavy on his tongue, before stepping back and off the bed.
‘’I’ll grab something to clean up, don’t move’’ you took the opportunity to ogle his ass as he disappeared into the bathroom, soon followed by a series of crashing sounds and a curse. You didn't even bother stifling your laughter. He emerged again with a washcloth, looking sheepish, and proceeded to clean you up carefully before turning the cloth on himself. Abandoning it in your hamper, he crawled back on the bed, where he tucked himself into your open arms, careful to grab the sheets abandoned at the foot of the bed to cover the both of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, head pillowed on your chest at the perfect height for you to lay a soft kiss onto his messy hair, your fingers delicately caressing the back of his neck. He sighed contentedly, but apparently couldn’t quite help himself from sucking one last bruise onto your collarbone, earning himself a swat for his troubles. If the amount of time he had spent with his mouth on your body was to go by, you were sure you would end up looking like you were mauled by a wild animal tomorrow. Not that the thought displeased you, quite the contrary.
The two of you laid entangled, not quite asleep and not quite awake yet, simply basking in each other’s warmth. Vash was the one to break the silence.
‘’You know…You know I can’t stay, right’’ he murmured against you. You could feel the low rumble of his voice against your skin.
‘’I know’’ your fingers didn’t stop moving against his scalp. ‘’But you can stay for breakfast, at least?’’
‘’Yeah’’ he smiled, the corners of his mouth curling against your skin. ‘’Yeah, I can stay for breakfast’’