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The lifestyle either of the two led in No Man’s land never afforded either of them to gain experience in this kind of way. So when the tension became too much and the opportunity presented itself, both Vash and Nicholas were trying their best to make it work. Nicholas might have been naturally charismatic and seemed like the kind of guy to know his way around when it came to sex, but he had never done this before. Being a weapon for the Eye of Michael, he was only told to hunt and kill. That was all Nicholas really knew how to do effortlessly. Vash, on the other hand, spent a good portion of his life running. Whether running out of guilt, fear, or Knives himself, he never got a chance to settle down. Now here they both were, naked and panting with desire.
Kissing was the easy part. A chaste kiss turned heated when neither of them were willing to break away from it. One thing led to another and Nicholas found himself on top of Vash. There was a brief pause when it happened, like Nicholas did not realize what he was doing and neither did Vash. All they knew was desire.
So they followed instinct. Vash explored Nicholas’ body, hardened with muscle in all the right places until his hand reached that hardened bulge in his pants. Red crept from Vash’s cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. He expected that to happen, sure, but he did not realize how this was going to work. “H-hey, uh, Wolfwood?” Vash interrupted sheepishly as the other man was currently pressing kisses down his neck and shoulder.
“Hm?” Nicholas paused and deep blue eyes regarded Vash. “What is it, tongari?”
“I’ve never exactly done this before, so I can’t imagine I would be very good.”
Nicholas only scoffed, but gave Vash a few reassuring kisses to that sensitive pulse point on his neck. “Haven’t done this either, blondie. Guess we’re both gonna have to figure it out.”
The two fumbled with belts, buckles, and buttons. Only the rustling of clothes and feverish breaths filled the silence between them. It hardly took too long, although Vash was sheepish once his scarred body was on display. Nicholas regarded him carefully, gently running calloused palms over the dips and marks decorating Vash’s body. He could hardly imagine what kind of hell his current partner was put through before they met. If it were not for Nicholas’ own healing and doses of a regenerative drug, his body might also be in a similar condition.
Those eyes did not linger long before the two crashed together in another heated kiss. Nicholas’ body rutted against Vash’s hips, letting the blonde feel the effect he had on him. Cool metal draped over Nicholas’ back and clutched him tightly, urging him to do more. “Please…Wolfwood..” he let out a breathy whisper.
A low rumble escaped Nicholas. Eager lips trailed down his body, scooting himself down on bed until the dark-haired man was between his legs. Everything he ever read about told him this was a good place to start, so he went for it. His mouth descended on Vash’s clit, making the blonde arch his back and grip Nicholas’ hair. A sharp gasp left him as he curled his toes into the sheets. It was so much at once, but he craved for more. Hips moved erratically against Nicholas’ mouth, feeling the stubble on his cheek graze sensitive thighs. Nicholas focused on his movements, paying attention to each way Vash writhed and squirmed. He must be doing something right to cause such a reaction. For good measure, his fingers moved to work him open at the same time. Closing his eyes, he focused his mouth on his clit and carefully moved fingers into Vash one at a time. Vash panted and cried, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as the pleasure started to overwhelm him. He begged and panted, calling Nicholas’ name until his body suddenly spasmed. A scream ripped out of him as he yelled for Nicholas.
Unsure of what to expect, Nicholas was caught off-guard when Vash suddenly came. However, he did what felt right and licked him clean. The taste was unlike anything he expected–sweet like honey. Was that a plant thing? He sat up slowly and looked up at Vash, studying him as his chest heaved from his panting. “I take it that was good?”
Vash could only nod his head in quick succession. The words escaped him in that moment.
“Good.” Nicholas sneered and licked his lips as he got to his knees. Carefully, Nicholas pulled Vash’s hips up to drape his legs over his own. His cock slid right against Vash’s soaked cunt and it made him writhe feeling that against him. How was this going to fit inside him? Part of him was nervous, but he trusted Wolfwood with his life. He would never hurt him. Nicholas guided the tip of his cock against Vash’s entrance and slowly pushed his way in. “Relax for me, blondie.” he whispered.
The stretch was a lot, but Vash breathed slowly and did his best to comply. His legs fell open as he yielded to Nicholas entirely. “So much…”
“I know, tongari, bear with it.” Nicholas held onto his thighs, rubbing his thumbs gently as he bottomed out inside of him. The tight heat was so much, he had to focus so he could make this last. If lust was truly a sin, why did it feel so good? There was a long pause as the two got their bearings and Nicholas moved his hips at a slow pace. Each move earned a soft gasp or moan from Vash, already sensitive from having an orgasm already.
Pleasure swarmed Nicholas’ senses. His hips progressively moved faster the more heat started to build in his core. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin made both of them flush, but were too deep in chasing their own desires to really think about it. Vash’s hands scrambled for purchase. One gripped the sheets while the other held onto Nicholas’ bicep. Vash’s body was shaking, tense as his body threatened to tip closer to the edge. He did not know how to vocalize what he was feeling and muttered incoherent words alongside Nicholas’ name.
The two were in a whirlwind of different feelings. Neither of them were able to hold it together for much longer either. Nicholas tried, but his fingers held onto Vash so tightly he could bruise. They came together, Vash’s long legs wrapped tightly around Nicholas’ waist while the preacher man scooped him up to hold him in his arms.
“Vash…” he whispered softly as he kissed him.
It was one of the few times Vash had ever heard Wolfwood say his actual name and hearing that made those tears well up in his big blue eyes. He clung to him within an inch of his life, not daring to let go of this man who made him feel everything all at once. “Stay with me.” Vash found himself pleading.
“You won’t get rid of me so easily.” Nicholas said with a smirk.