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Vash sat on the edge of his bed lovingly cleaning his newly returned gun, fighting the butterflies welling in his gut. It was foolish to let this gesture go to his head, but he truly had a hard time thinking of it any other way.
Holding on to his gun for over two years, despite not knowing if he was even alive…
Vash couldn’t think of a more fitting metaphor for ‘carrying a torch’ for him regarding his dynamic with Wolfwood.
Still, ever since he arrived to save him from Leonof, Wolfwood had been vehemently denying their friendship. But for some reason, every time he did, it sounded like a terrible lie. Like a rough and tough person denying their evident interest in softer things, like knitting or painting.
Regardless, getting his hopes up would only be asking for disappointment. So, no matter how hard it was for him, Vash kept his feelings pushed down where Wolfwood could never find them.
Just when he was ready to put his gun away for the night, there was a knock at his bedroom door, along with the whooshing sound of it opening.
“Up for a drinking game tonight?”
It was Wolfwood, peaking through the doorway of Vash’s room with a whisky bottle in hand, sporting a mischievous grin. Vash immediately caught on that he snatched it from Home’s liquor cabinet after washing dishes. No doubt while Brad wasn’t looking. Otherwise, Wolfwood likely would have gotten an earful from him over trying to get his son drunk.
The offer did little to quell the emotions welling inside him. Vash felt like a silly teenager sneaking out past curfew when he was with Wolfwood. He recalled the warnings Brad and Luida gave him over two years ago, when they clocked their adopted son’s feelings on sight.
That boy is trouble. Be careful.
And like a teenager in love, of course, he didn’t listen.
“Sure,” Vash chirped as he eagerly stood with a smile, “I don’t think I have a deck of cards though…”
The bottle of whiskey was set on the table before Wolfwood slumped into one of the chairs, “doesn’t hafta be a car game. We can play Eye Spy, or Never Have I Ever or somethin’.”
There was a pause as the two looked around Vash’s room. As nice as Home was, the rooms left a lot to be desired as far as interior design. Given the white walls, white flooring, and…well, white everything. Leaving hardly anything unique to ‘spy with their eyes’. Vash sheepishly smiled before asking, “how do you play Never Have I Ever?”
Wolfwood smiled as he poured two shot glasses of whiskey, encouraging Vash to sit across from him.
“We each say something we’ve never done that the other person might have. So, for example, I could say, ‘never have I ever been blonde’, and since you are blonde, you drink.”
Vash gave him a pout, “isn’t that unfair?”
“That’s just an example, Blondie. Ya don’t pick stuff that’s so obvious like that,” Wolfwood snorted, “ya pick experiences or interactions. Something you’ve never done but ya think I might’ve.”
Innocently tilting his head, Vash pondered if it would be rude to make assumptions about Wolfwood based purely on his perception of him. Especially given his schoolboy crush on the man, he didn’t want to say things like ‘never have I ever smelt like spiced cedar and cigarettes,’ or ‘never have I ever had the softest, prettiest, darkest hair in all of Noman’s Land.’
Ultimately, he supposed if Wolfwood suggested it, he likely wouldn’t be offended by anything Vash assumed. Vash would just have to make sure not let his feelings sit in the driver’s seat when taking his turns.
With a sigh, Vash nodded, “alright. You go first.”
Wolfwood flashed him that grin of his that always made Vash’s stomach feel fuzzy. He excitedly leaned forward to place the bottle between them for easy refill access.
“Alright. Never have I ever lost an arm.”
Vash went slack jaw before narrowing his eyes, “no fair. You said nothing so obvious.”
Wolfwood cockily leaned back in his chair and shrugged as if it couldn’t be helped, “sorry Blondie! Had to get a head start on you somehow.”
With a fussy scoff Vash took his glass and downed his whiskey before pouring himself another shot.
“Fine. Never have I carried a giant gun cross around.”
Wolfwood laughed, “alright, alright, no more low blows, I promise.”
After downing his own shot and refilling his glass, he pondered for a moment before continuing, “never have I ever been hogtied.”
A blush creeped on Vash’s cheeks.
It wasn’t as obvious as losing a limb, but Wolfwood knew good and well how often Vash had been tied up. Getting hogtied was one of his more embarrassing experiences with bounty hunters and he would have preferred to keep Wolfwood from learning about it. He groaned and then knocked his whiskey back, his blush worsening at the bark of laughter from across the table.
“Woah, seriously?” Wolfwood chuckled, “I know you’re in high demand, but how’d ya manage getting tied up all nice n’ pretty like that?”
Face burning hot in embarrassment, Vash mumbled with a pout, “run in with some bounty hunters who use to be ranchers. I don’t wanna talk about it! Besides it’s my turn.”
Snickering, Wolfwood let it go, “alright, alright. Lay it on me spikey.
Vash huffed while refilling his glass, now set on revenge for Wolfwood being so mean to him.
Lets see how you like it.
“Never have I ever had an orgasm,” Vash huffed confidently. The light buzz from two back-to-back shots of whisky was already hitting him harder than he expected. Making his lips a bit loose on personal subjects. Subjects he ordinarily would prefer to keep to himself. His confident grin disappeared as Wolfwood snorted.
“Yer playin’ it wrong, Blondie. If ya pick something we’ve both done you gotta drink too,” Wolfwood shook his head as he lifted his glass to his lips and downed his shot. He then stared at Vash, patiently waiting for him to drink in penance for all the past sexual climaxes he undoubtedly experienced.
However, the longer he stared, the more guilty Vash looked. A subtle expression of horror creeping on the blonde’s face as it occurred to him what he had just revealed. Increasingly embarrassed with every passing second his whiskey went untouched.
Wolfwood went slack jawed.
“Tell me you’re joking.”
Vash squirmed uncomfortably across from him. Only two and a half rounds into a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ and Vash admits to Wolfwood, the most handsome made he’s ever met, that he’s never gotten to cum before.
Real smooth, Stampede.
“Nope, not joking, your turn,” Vash urged Wolfwood, blurting his words so fast they nearly ran together, a look of pure regret painted all over his face.
“Oh no, we’re not moving on from this. How have you never had an orgasm? Ain’t you like, 300 years old??”
“I’m 150!” Vash snapped, offended, “a-and it’s not that weird!”
“You’re not a virgin, are ya?” Wolfwood teased, making Vash even more flustered.
“N-no! I’ve had sex before! I just haven’t had a lot of it!” Vash practically shrieked.
“Then how? Haven’t ya even touched yerself?”
“That—!” He sputtered before stopping himself from making this worse, “That’s personal!”
“Not anymore it’s not!” Wolfwood continued, astonished, “I mean how’s a guy go over a hundred years without cumming at least once?”
Vash visibly deflated, ashamed and embarrassed, reconciling with the possibility that Wolfwood was implying. That he very well might not be capable of an orgasm. He tried ignoring that likelihood after any sexual encounter he had, but now he had to confront it.
“Well, I’m not sure I can…anytime I messed around with someone I just never…got there. I didn’t think it was important to insist on having one, so I just never prioritized it.”
There was something wrong with him. All the men he slept with before had no problem finishing. He was the weird one, and now Wolfwood of all people knew. His heart was twisted with the pain of a rejection that would never be spoken, because reality made it undeniable it was there.
However, Wolfwood surprised him with a scowl and a scoff, “oh I get it. It’s not that you can’t, you just don’t think you deserve to cum.”
Vash’s mouth fell open in shock, wanting to deny the accusation, but Wolfwood continued.
“Bet every guy you fucked around with had no problem blowing his load even though you didn’t. But your self-sacrificing ass was fine with bein’ used so long as someone else got somethin’ out of it.”
Vash bristled, as he so often did when Wolfwood correctly called him out, “hey! It’s not that!”
“Then what is it then?”
Vash clamped his mouth shut, unable to articulate a believable excuse. Not that Wolfwood would buy any lie Vash tried selling him anyway. He took a moment to reminisce on his prior sexual encounters. All quick one-night stands consisting of a man thinking he was cute at a bar and taking him back to his room. It was always fast and awkward for Vash, but the other guy always seemed to enjoy himself. At least if pulling out to spill cum onto Vash’s tummy was an indicator of satisfaction.
“That’s what I thought,” Wolfwood grumbled, “you drive me nuts, ya know? Torturing yourself so much you don’t even think you deserve to cum.”
“Is it really that big a deal?” Vash mumbled in defeat, “it’s really not a priority.”
“How about you actually have one first before you go deciding you feeling good isn’t a priority,” Wolfwood scolded.
Hurt flashed in Vash’s eyes. It had been so long since he last had sex with someone, and he felt guilty every time he touched himself. He would stop before he got anywhere close to an orgasm, choking back tears as he told himself that feeling good was more than he deserved. He didn’t know what else to do. If all his past sexual partners didn’t care enough to make him cum, why should he bother trying?
There was a twist of guilt on Wolfwood’s face. It was like he could pick up all the destructive thoughts swirling in Vash’s head just by looking at him.
“Sorry, that was out of line,” he admitted, his previous tone softening with compassion, “I just mean that you deny yourself a lot because ya think you don’t deserve good things. But ya do.”
There was a pause that lingered between them before Vash sighed, “it’s not like I don’t want to have one…”
“Yeah, you just think you don’t deserve it,” Wolfwood reiterated with a defeated sigh. Sympathetic but still standing firm on his original deduction. Proving like always he could see right through Vash. During moments like this, Vash couldn’t tell if he appreciated it or not.
“You got me,” he finally admitted, sporting an empty smile. Another silence hung heavy in the air before Wolfwood shattered it like fine glass.
“Would you like to have an orgasm right now?”
He had to take a moment to be sure he heard him right. To make sure that it wasn’t just his imagination. Still, Vash questioned him, “h-huh?”
“I can give you one. Or more. If you’ll let me,” there was a hint of nervousness in Wolfwood’s tone, but otherwise he seemed confident. Nothing short of entirely certain of his capabilities in providing exactly what he said he would.
“I ain’t a sexual expert or nothin’ but I’ve got some experience under my belt, plus I give a damn about you finishing,” The red on Wolfwood’s cheeks made Vash’s heart flutter, “bet I can get ya to cum if I try.”
Vash’s cheeks felt warm as they flushed a deep scarlet. He couldn’t stop stuttering.
“Y-you’d want to do that. W-with me?”
“Wouldn’t be askin’ otherwise,” Wolfwood mumbled, his own blush darkening on his cheeks. Despite this, he still made his usual efforts to act casual and cool, “you gonna let me make you cum, or nah?”
“Y-yes! Please,” Vash blurted before clamping a palm over his mouth, as if it made him seem less desperate and eager.
Wolfwood stood before clearing his throat and scolding Vash preemptively, “and ya better not try fakin’ it! Any guy worth his salt in bed can tell the difference between a real and fake orgasm. I can see it from a mile away just like your bullshit smiles!”
“O-okay,” Vash agreed before averting his eyes shyly, “even if I can’t cum, I wanna try! With you…”
Wolfwood looked stunned for a moment before clearing his throat to settle his nerves, “alright then. Ready when you are.”
Wolfwood made sure that Vash’s bedroom door was securely locked. The last this they needed was Meryl and Milly bursting in with their recording and camera with the intention of grilling Vash with more questions and getting far more salacious content for their article instead.
Or worse, Brad and Luida showing up to check on him. Nothing says ‘we told you that boy was trouble’ like walking in on your adoptive son getting fucked by the bad boy himself.
As Wolfwood handled the lock, Vash timidly undressed before curling in on himself on the bed. His heart raced at the imminent reality of Wolfwood seeing him completely naked.
It’s not like his body was a total mystery to Wolfwood. He had seen Vash’s scars, courtesy of the Julai military policeman who shot him. Plus, he had to tell Wolfwood he’s trans over two years ago when he stressed to everyone in Meryl’s car that he needed an actual rest stop to relieve himself for a bathroom break.
Ordinarily Vash was very modest, feeling a bit ashamed of his carved-up body even on a good day. So, this would be the first time he was totally naked in front of Wolfwood. Still, Vash trusted Wolfwood with this, even if it was hard.
Especially since Wolfwood looked so…incredible.
Once the door was locked, Wolfwood had slipped his blazer and buttoned down off his shoulders. His copper skin practically glowing against the now dimmed light in Vash’s room. It was stretched taught over thick muscles. Dark chest hair cascaded down his firm belly, like greenery growing over a sturdy castle pictured in the story books he had read with Rem.
Then, Wolfwood pushed his pants and underwear down in one movement. Despite the fact he was naked too, Vash was too embarrassed to allow himself to look directly south. Although, what he caught in his peripherals made his heart leap to his throat.
The heft swayed when Wolfwood approached as if it were already stiffening. Vash wondered if it was just Wolfwood’s body having a natural response to forthcoming sex, or if it was because he was aroused by him. Vash hoped it was the latter, even if it was unlikely.
“Don’t be shy,” Wolfwood urged Vash to uncurl his torso, making him far more exposed than he was bargaining for, “it’s not like you’re the only one naked here.”
“S-sorry,” he stuttered, straightening his back and legs, “it’s just been a long time. I’m nervous.”
“It’s just me,” Wolfwood said, disarmingly soft.
Vash wished he understood how much that factor just made his anxiety worse. It was Wolfwood, his best friend, and the man he’d been harboring secret feelings ever since they met. A list of possible disasters couldn’t stop looping in his head.
What if Wolfwood thought he was unattractive or weird? What if Vash was bad at this? What if he couldn’t cum after all and he disappointed Wolfwood? What if he couldn’t make Wolfwood cum?
It was so intimidating and scary, his mind racing a mile a minute until everything came to a stop so abrupt ho could get whiplash. A gentle pressure on his lips sent delightfully joyous sparks through his tummy. Petal soft yet deliciously rugged, tasting of whiskey and smoke. The flavors and aromas that comforted Vash when he was most distressed, because they were the undeniable presence of Wolfwood.
All fears melted the moment he was kissed, making Vash relax into the warmth, sighing happily. It was so wonderful that Vash would have been content if this was all they did the rest of the night.
He let out a subtle whine when Wolfwood pulled away, prompting an amused chuckle to rumble in his sturdy chest. Vash wondered what it would feel like for Wolfwood to chuckle as their bodies were pressed together, and the thought made heat pool in his gut.
“Shouldn’t do too much too fast, since you said it’s been a while. Gonna get ya warmed up, ok?” He sounded so sweet like this. Nervous and shy but determined to accomplish the goal he had set. It would have made Vash’s heart stop had Wolfwood not traced his fingertips between his wet folds. Vash’s poor soul nearly leapt out of his skin, a gasp rocketing from his throat at the unexpected touch.
“Too rough?” Wolfwood asked, hesitantly.
Vash hastily shook his head. Just the opposite. It was so feather-light that it was intense. The gentle brushing set the nerve endings in his most tender place alight, sending electricity through his whole body radiating from a single point.
“N-not at all,” Vash whimpered, “just surprised me.”
“Any of your past hook ups use their fingers on ya?” Wolfwood asked nervously yet gentle, like he was holding delicate glass on marble flooring.
“N-nah,” Vash twitched, Wolfwood’s fingers slowly rubbing in a circular motion over his soaked lips, spreading the slick around.
“Hmm. What about their mouth?”
“Haaa,” Vash sighed, the teasing working him up more, “n-nope. They mostly just-o-oh- got right to it.”
Wolfwood made an accusatory grunt, however Vash could feel it wasn’t directed at him. It seemed like it was directed towards all his previous sexual partners. As if his inability to achieve an orgasm suddenly made perfect sense.
“Alright. Well, I ain’t a selfish lover. Making someone else feel good turns me on. So, ya better not do that people pleasing shit if it’s not workin’ for ya,” even Wolfwood’s usual warnings to not fake it with him sounded so sweet. It was opening that direct line to Vash’s heart that Wolfwood had been steadily forming unbeknownst to him.
Vash wasn’t sure he’d survive the night without falling even deeper in love with Wolfwood.
“I promise I won’t fake it,” Vash sighed breathlessly, sounding completely love struck, “not with you, Wolfwood.”
The fingers rubbing his cunt paused for a moment, and Vash worried that he had come on too strong just then. Panic rose in his throat, and just as he was about to try and back pedal, attempting to shift the mood towards a casual and detached emotional temperature, Wolfwood kissed him again, silencing all his fears.
When Wolfwood pulled back, he nudged his nose against Vash’s before purring, “good. No lies between us.”
Stars were bursting behind Vash’s chest as he nodded in agreement. He jumped when Wolfwood’s fingers made their move again, finding their way to his erect clit. Quiet moans and whimpers were drawn out of Vash little by little as Wolfwood kept a slow and gentle pace on his tiny cock.
It had swelled fat in his arousal, and Vash was feeling too good to be embarrassed over it. No one had ever touched him like this, not even himself. Vash hated to admit it, but Wolfwood was right. He never got very far masturbating because guilt would make him stop. For so long he believed pleasure was more than he deserved.
And now Wolfwood was here, making him feel it. He was undecided if he deserved this or not, but Wolfwood was very convincing. At the very least, those capable fingers made him want it so bad he didn’t care what he deserved.
“Ready for more?” Wolfwood asked, his fingers coated in the slippery mess between Vash’s thighs. Meanwhile all Vash could manage was to nod dumbly, so worked up he could hardly register what Wolfwood said.
“That’s it. Open up for me,” Wolfwood gingerly patted Vash’s legs, instructing them to part. Once he obeyed, a finger slid effortlessly into his sopping cunt with no resistance, urging a gasp to slip past his lips.
“Woah,” Wolfwood mused astonishingly, “you’re already really worked up. So wet…feels like your pussy is starving…”
Normally remarks like that would get Vash flustered. He’d let out an embarrassed squeak and hide behind his hands, but the feeling of Wolfwood’s finger wiggling and exploring his insides was far more intense. He cried when he felt a slight stretch as another finger pushed inside, joining the first in its curious prodding.
It felt as if Wolfwood was searching for something, petting different spots on his northern wall until the pads of his fingers brushed along a spot that made Vash keen. His hips stuttered and thighs trembled as he let out an obscene moan.
“O-oh, god.” Vash didn’t see the triumphant smirk on Wolfwood’s face before that spot was viscously singled out. He curled his fingers into it before curling them back, making a ‘come hither’ motion. Vash groaned, his hands gripping Wolfwood’s shoulders to ground himself as he whimpered, “h-holy shit, ah-! Wolfwood, h-how—oh fuck…”
A devious chuckle fanned against his neck, fingers keeping their devious pace on his sweet spot, “look at that. I found yer button, Blondie.”
A harsh blush dusted Vash’s cheeks at the discovery. He never realized he had a hot spot, he had heard about it, but at a certain point he figured it was a myth, at least for him. Assuming since he’s a plant, that maybe he just didn’t have one. Or worse, that he was just defective and missing that special spot, but Wolfwood was proving him wrong in real time.
That there was an extra sensitive patch inside him that when pressed, rubbed, or played with, would send sparks pulsing through him. A little button that could be pressed repeatedly to evoke that deep climax he had longed for. Vash was overjoyed. It was there. It was inside him all this time and so overwhelmingly sensitive.
He had just needed someone-no. He needed Wolfwood to find it and touch it.
Every stroke felt so good he could cry. He clung to Wolfwood so tightly as if he would stop if he let go. Vash would do anything for him to keep going, keep pushing that button until he came undone. For Wolfwood to control him with pleasure until he was a weeping mess of the man he once was.
Before Vash knew it, his hips started to act on their own accord, grinding against Wolfwood’s knuckles as if he were trying to take his whole hand inside. A foreign pressure started to build inside that he couldn’t help but chase, like a lone bullet tossed to him in his hour of need.
“See Blondie?” Wolfwood hummed, voice rough with arousal, his eyes focused on the way every tickle from his fingers had Vash jolting, like pulling the string of a puppet, “ain’t so bad gettin’ spoiled, huh?”
There wasn’t enough coherent thought in Vash’s head to formulate a proper answer, all that came out were more of his debauched noises, desperate little pleas for more. And Wolfwood seemed eager to oblige.
“I wonder…” he mused as he sat up.
“H-huh..? Y-ou wonder wha- oh god-“
Wolfwood pressed the palm of his free hand over Vash’s lower belly before inserting a third finger, stretching him full. Vash wailed as Wolfwood began to massage deeply into that spongey patch like he was trying to unwind a knot in his muscles. The increased pressure had Vash arching his back as if Wolfwood were lifting him off the bed. Thick fingers hooked up against his northern wall before he enlisted the assistance of his entire limb to finger fuck Vash hard and fast, ripping a scream from the pleasure drunk blonde.
A squishy wet sound filled the room while Wolfwood theorized out loud, “I bet, not only that I’ll make you cum, but that I’ll make you squirt.”
Vash didn’t have a clue what that meant, and he was too busy sobbing to ask, the pressure in his core building faster than he could comprehend. It was so unfamiliar but far too good for him to stop so he could ask. All Vash wanted was more, he wanted that feeling to burst inside him until he was too sensitive to take anymore. That feeling just kept building, getting higher until it would certainly come crashing down.
“O-oh f-uck…Wulfwud,” Vash slurred through his hiccups, “sssmthing feelz w-weird…”
“Shh, it’s ok, that’s good,” Wolfwood cooed, “you’re so close now.”
“I-I c-can’t- it’s so m-much…”
“Hold on, you’re almost there, just a little more,” Wolfwood’s gentle reassurance stirred emotion in Vash’s tummy, prompting something welling inside of him to burst.
“Oh, FUCK-!!!” Vash cried out a string of broken sobs as things suddenly got considerably more wet. A gush of slick erupted on Wolfwood’s palm, encouraging him to increase his speed. The thumb from his free hand moved to rub furiously at Vash’s engorged clit, sending quakes through his torso. His chest heaved, uncontrollable tremors ravaged his body as his first orgasm hit him like a sand steamer.
“Theeere we go,” Wolfwood growled, sounding mesmerized by the sight, “I knew you’d be a squirter…knew it the moment I met ya…”
Vash was too much of a whimpering mess to fully comprehend that Wolfwood had fantasied about him cumming. He was far too drunk on pleasure as his cunt spasmed and contracted around the fingers slowing back down to their previous deep massaging. Soon it became too much to take, the touches pushing him into hypersensitivity as he drenched Wolfwood to his wrist.
“Wulfwud,” he slurred, “I-I can’t take a-anymooore…iss too m-uchh.”
Taking pity on the poor thing, Wolfwood slowly but smugly withdrew his fingers, chest puffed with pride as asked, “how was that?”
Wolfwood looked down at Vash before his heart dropped, finding the blonde shaking like a leaf, face twisted and tears flowing freely down his cheeks. His scarred shoulders heaved with every genuine sob he wept.
Wolfwood wasted no time rushing to his side.
“Fuck, what’s wrong, Blondie? Did I hurt you?” The concern in his voice was so palpable, making Vash’s heart ache with guilt as he shook his head.
“N-no…it was good. So good. I-I’ve never felt that good in my life, I-I didn’t know things that f-felt good could be so intense, th-thank you Wolfwood, thank you, you’re so wonderful, I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be crying, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”
Vash’s babbling was cut off as Wolfwood scooped him into his arms, holding him in a warm embrace, “quit apologizing. Everything’s ok. Ya did good, Blondie, it’s ok. I’m here.”
Wolfwood held Vash to his chest, giving soothing strokes to his back while gently shushing him and whispering kind reassurance. Vash trembled in his arms as he sobbed, ashamed of how dramatic he was being. There was no way Wolfwood would want to do this with him again if this is how he acted after cumming, a cruel reminder that pain was just as intense.
“Let it out, Spikey,” Wolfwood comforted, “I shoulda known 150 years of no release was bound to break a damn. I ain’t goin’ anywhere though, so you do what ya need to do, Blondie.”
The reassurance only made Vash sob harder and cling to Wolfwood like he’d die if he let go. He felt like a fool. Stupidly falling for the man to give him his first orgasm and now making a bigger fool of himself by crying over it. What made things worse is he just wanted more.
More of Wolfwood, more touches, kisses and pleasure. He recalled Wolfwood had mentioned using his mouth on him. The idea of Wolfwood, someone with quite the oral fixation, getting his fix by licking and sucking on his cunt made Vash more than ready for round two.
“I want more,” Vash sniffled, nuzzling into Wolfwood’s neck, “I-I loved it so much. I wanna cum again. Please make me cum more, Wolfwood.”
“Woah there, slow down Spikey,” Wolfwood hummed, still obviously concerned about all the crying, “just breathe, you’re still crying like a baby, you’re gonna get overwhelmed.”
But Vash didn’t care, he just wanted more, and getting overwhelmed with orgasms sounded like heaven. But convincing Wolfwood he was ready for more while he was still blubbering from the aftershock wasn’t working. He’d have to take matters into his own hands, curiously eyeing the hard cock resting heavy against his hip.
As Vash was held in Wolfwood’s arms, his organic hand took hold of the erection, gently stroking the length as a gesture he was ready for more.
Wolfwood gasped in surprise, a subtle tremble thrumming through him that couldn’t go unnoticed when pressed against Vash.
“I’ll touch you too,” Vash offered, voice still pitiful from his sobs, “I can make you feel good too. Please, Wolfwood.”
Gritting his teeth to force back a moan, Wolfwood chastised him through haggard breath, “this ain’t a transaction…you don’t owe me anythin’, dummy…”
“I want to. So badly Wolfwood.”
It was so easy to admit that like this. That he wanted Wolfwood. Wanted to pleasure him too and make him cum. Holding his cock and seeing his handsome face pinch in controlled ecstasy made Vash crave it more than he ever had. So badly he couldn’t help but admit how badly he wanted it.
“F-fuck…” Wolfwood groaned as Vash picked up speed before he relented, “okay, okay, fine.”
A firm hand gripped Vash’s wrist, stopping the languid tugs on Wolfwood’s erection, “if you’re so determined to jerk me off then you’re not doin’ it without your pussy in my mouth!”
“O-oh?” Vash blushed as Wolfwood laid on his back and beckoned Vash to crawl on top of him. He timidly began to follow, moving to lay on him face to face before he was stopped again.
“Not like that, Blondie,” Wolfwood’s voice sounded rough and heady, like he was dehydrated and the barkeep was taking his sweet time pouring him a glass of water. Vash yelped when strong hands gripped him by the hips, flipping him on his belly, lifting his lower half. Wolfwood dragged Vash’s southern end up to his face until he laid flat on his back again.
Once settled, Vash could feel Wolfwood’s hot breath fanning against his wet, flushed folds. Completely mortified, he squealed before melting into a boneless puddle when Wolfwood’s soft lips wrapped around his engorged clit. Thighs shook as the sensitive nub was gently sucked, dismantling any self-consciousness Vash felt from having his pussy placed on such shameless display.
“O-oh f-f-fuuuuck Wolfwood…iss good, feels so good…” Vash babbled so brainlessly that he nearly didn’t realize where his own face had landed until he felt velvety skin nudge against his cheek. He looked down to find Wolfwood’s cock twitching with need. Vash couldn’t help the way his mouth watered at the sight.
Staring was unavoidable now that he was face to face with the beast, and heavens it was beautiful. Thick, long and pulsing, the tip an angry red from the neglect. And Vash couldn’t help but fantasize how hot it’d be to cum with Wolfwood’s cock in mouth.
A deep moan rumbled around his clit when he dove in, making it difficult to gain his own bearings. Just a little bit of the length in this mouth and Wolfwood was vocalizing his approval against his cunt. It was dizzyingly arousing and Vash wasn’t sure he could last very long in this position.
There was a wet pop from behind him as Wolfwood pulled off his clit for just a moment to growl, “fuck Blondie, your mouth feels so good”
Vash moaned around Wolfwood’s length at the praise, nearly faltering when those capable lips took him back in like he was plucking a ripe berry from a bush. He tried to keep focus, trying to keep a sufficient pace on Wolfwood’s cock to reward him for taking such good care of him, but his concentration didn’t stand a chance when two thick fingers slipped inside him.
A shameless moan was muffled only by the grace of the cock stuffed in his mouth. Vash gripped what he couldn’t fit past his lips his hand, a feeble attempt to keep himself grounded.
The combination of Wolfwood’s mouth and fingers bullying his cunt was lethal to Vash’s stamina, setting sparks alight beneath his belly button that felt too familiar to the building pressure from before. Shaky hips rolled back into Wolfwood’s hand and mouth, brainless moans filling the air with every deep rub into his sweet spot and suck on his clit.
Vash was so lost in pleasure that he almost forgot what happened when he came for the first time moments ago. Almost.
Panic suddenly bubbled in his chest when the pressure grew too full to handle. Vash tried to lift himself from Wolfwood’s face, desperate to avoid soaking him with his slick once he was pushed into his second orgasm. But his thighs were too weak with pleasure and stood no chance against Wolfwood when he wrapped his free arm around his lower back to keep him firmly in his seat.
Muffled moans subsided when he managed to pop off of Wolfwood’s cock and cry, “W-Wulfwud w-w-wait…! I-I can’t stop, I’m gonna—oh GOD!”
Silky walls spasmed around thick fingers as Vash soaked Wolfwood’s face. Vash was stuck between feeling enraptured and humiliated, the strength of his second orgasm so overpowering he almost didn’t mind the obscene act of cumming on Wolfwood’s face.
Vash half expected Wolfwood to push him away in disgust, so the way Wolfwood’s hold on him grew tighter as his licking became ravenous was disarming. He could feel Wolfwood’s hunger only increase despite the wild way he ate his pussy. Vash moaned helplessly against him, thighs trembling so violently he thanked the stars he was being held up.
The irrefutable ferocity Vash felt beneath him was proof of a breathtaking revelation- Wolfwood was extremely turned on. He was taking pleasure in making Vash cum.
As soon as Vash thought he couldn’t take much more, Wolfwood relented, sparing his overworked little cock from his devious mouth. Vash could only shiver as he laid flat on top of him, Wolfwood’s engorged cock twitching for more attention against his cheek.
He wanted to take him back in his mouth, if only he could catch his breath. If only he could come down from the glorious high Wolfwood took him to so that he could focus on returning the favor.
“Fuck, Blondie,” Wolfwood mused from behind, voice raspy as he appraised his good work on Vash’s pussy, pinching his outer labia to open him up and stare at the rosy t-dick that stood out stiff from his folds.
“You fuckin soaked me. Feels like I got a drink thrown in my face,” Vash yelped when Wolfwood gave his tender bud a playful little pinch, nearly breaking into tears from sensitivity and the embarrassment that suddenly came rushing back.
“I’m so sorry!!” Vash cried, face beat red as he scrambled off, “I didn’t know that would happen! You probably think I’m so gross.”
He held his palms over his face in shame, dreading the passing seconds he waited for Wolfwood to push him away and escape to the bathroom to clean up. But instead, he was surprised when his hands were moved from his face to find Wolfwood staring at him.
Dark brown eyes were heavily lidded and blissed out, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed red. His lips were slick with spit and cum, that devilish tongue curling over them like a wolf satisfied with his feast. He was smirking, so deviously pleased with a thrilling intent for more behind it.
“The fuck you talkin’ about?” He murmured, low and rough, “that was the hottest fuckin thing I’ve ever seen. You are just so full of surprises, ain’t ya Spikey?”
Vash’s brain felt fuzzy, like several of his neurons fizzled out before the absolute filth that Wolfwood growled at him. With little force, Vash fell onto his back, Wolfwood looming over him with hungry eyes.
“You’re the cutest fuckin thing when you cum. So desperate and needy,” Wolfwood crawled over Vash and pampered his chest with open mouth kisses as he continued, “makes me wanna fuck your pussy raw and make you squirt on my cock till you can’t take anymore. You want that? Want me to make you cum again? I’ll do it as much as you want, Blondie. I’ll make you squirt till you can’t cum anymore. Just say the word, and I’ll treat you like a princess. Like that? Want me to fuck your sweet little pussy till you can’t take it anymore?”
Vash thought he was going to pass out, hanging on every single word he couldn’t believe was coming from a holy man’s lips. The explicit declarations sent goose bumps all over his flesh and made his cunt throb with an overwhelming longing for more. How in the world was he meant to say no when it all sounded so good.
“Fuck me Wolfwood,” Vash blurted through a broken whine, “I need it, I want you inside me, please fuck me until I can’t take anymore. I need you; I want you, I lov-mm!!”
A firm hand on the back of his neck pulled him in for a rough kiss, cutting Vash off at his confession.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” Wolfwood’s rough voice sent chills up Vash’s spine. Wolfwood was always telling him that, but it was always said in his usual tone after Vash had done something risky or dangerous. Hearing it like this felt nothing like the frustration and anger it was ordinarily coupled with.
If Vash didn’t know better, he’d say it was a confession. Like Vash had been the object of Wolfwood’s desires since they met, and every admonishment in the past was just a thinly veiled attempt to mask his yearning. However, Vash quickly squashed those hopes, reminding himself that this was a favor. A solid between comrades, nothing more.
“I-I know,” Vash stuttered, back arching into Wolfwood’s kisses placed to his chest, “sorry I frustrate you so much.”
He paired it with a lighthearted chuckle, hoping to quell any annoyance so that Wolfwood wouldn’t stop. But he just laughed against his skin, a fond smile on his face before Wolfwood looked him in the eyes, “you can’t even imagine.”
Then he kissed him again, far more tender than before. It was confusing but Vash couldn’t stop himself from getting swept away. The way Wolfwood could make his usual vexation with him sound like a confession of love and devotion.
It worked Vash up into a frenzy of desire and impatience.
“Wolfwood, please,” he begged against kiss swollen lips, “put it in, please, I need it, please.”
Without any more hesitation, Wolfwood gripped the tip of his cock and slipped its tip between the puffy folds until he found Vash’s quivering entrance, sinking inside with no resistance. He hissed as he was enveloped in the wet heat, reveling in the groan it drew from beneath him.
Vash keened, elated to finally be filled with Wolfwood’s cock the way he had longed for. His body trembled as he clung to Wolfwood like a lifeline, desperate for him to move. Eager to please, Wolfwood didn’t keep him waiting.
Drawing his hips back before snapping them forward, Wolfwood gripped the sheets beneath them to keep himself grounded. After bullying two powerful orgasms out of Vash, he was more worked up than he’d ever been in his life, and Vash’s pussy was sopping wet and silky around his neglected erection. He wasn’t sure how long he could last.
Meanwhile, Vash was fighting the same battle, despite having cum twice already. Every time the tip of Wolfwood’s cock brushed against his sweet spot had him reeling. Both of his thighs were trembling on either side of Wolfwood’s hips like a dog getting his belly scratched. His pelvic muscles tightened from the building pressure, and Vash knew he was nearing his third climax.
Already attune to Vash’s tells, Wolfwood smiled to himself before whispering against Vash’s ear, “you’re close again. I can tell.”
Blushing furiously, Vash buried his face into Wolfwood’s shoulder, “I-I’m trying to l-last.”
“Don’t,” Wolfwood said, sitting up so that he could pinch Vash’s clit between his thumb and pointer finger and gently tug on it, “don’t hold back.”
Vash cried out Wolfwood’s name. For what, he wasn’t entirely sure— to show mercy? To slow down? To go easy on a novice such as himself? No. Vash realized that it was for more. More pleasure, more touching.
More Wolfwood.
Don’t stop until I can’t take anymore and you’ve had your fill of me.
“I know you’re close, Angel,” Wolfwood grunted, not allowing Vash a moment to breathe so that he could process that new nickname, “cum for me. Cum right now.”
Vash didn’t stand a chance. Not against the lethal combination Wolfwood used on him. Fucking him like this was difficult to resist enough, but stroking his clit and commanding that he cum on his cock? There was no holding back.
“F-fuck, Nicholas!!!,” Vash sobbed, not realizing that he’d let Wolfwood’s first name slip out as his cunt contracted from his third orgasm. Squirt splashed against Wolfwood’s lower abdomen, trickling down his thighs and all over Vash’s rear.
“That’s it,” Wolfwood groaned, fucking into him faster, “good boy, Vash.”
The praise made Vash’s heart flutter, his tears flowing freely from pleasure and joy as he slurred through his third orgasm, “W-Wlfwud…feels good, you feel so good, cum inside m-me, please, I want it inside, Wolfwoood!”
“I got what you need, Angel,” Wolfwood growled, balls drawing tight to his body as he spilled inside, moaning Vash’s name like a sacred prayer. Vash moaned at the flood of warmth, elated that every inch of his insides was marked by Wolfwood.
After his cock stopped kicking inside of Vash, Wolfwood collapsed over him, pressing their lips together in an affectionate kiss.
Vash wondered if all the kissing could mean this was more. More than just a favor between friends. At least that is what he hoped. They had made a complete mess of each other, but Vash couldn’t help feeling like it was romantic. Their fluids melding just as their bodies had. As their souls did.
But he prepared himself for the awkward moment Wolfwood would inevitably retreat. Withdraw from him with post fuck clarity, clear his throat with an uncomfortable grunt in agreement that it was fun then never speak of it again. It made him wish Wolfwood didn’t come. At least if he hadn’t, Vash would get to lay under him a little longer. Be held and touched by him a little more.
To be cherished by the man Vash longed for, just a little more.
Wolfwood pulled away from their kiss, and Vash braced himself for the impact of rejection. The tears behind his eyes now aching with heartbreak instead of pleasure. To his surprise, Wolfwood didn’t retreat.
A tender kiss was placed on his cheek bone, just below his beauty mark as Wolfwood hummed, “see? Ain’t so bad letting someone take care of ya, is it, Angel?”
Vash’s heart swelled. Maybe it was just the afterglow of sex, but he felt bonded to Wolfwood more than he ever had. But it terrified him. The vulnerability was horrifying, but the comfort of Wolfwood’s embrace was so soothing his eyelids grew heavy.
“Mhm,” he lazily nodded, “sleepy now.”
Wolfwood’s chuckle was like warm, spiced cider. Cozy and felt as much like home as the room he grew up in.
“I bet. Just rest now and get some sleep. I’ll get ya cleaned up.”
Vash could hardly register Wolfwood’s voice before he dozed off into the most restful sleep he’d ever had.
When Vash woke up, Wolfwood sat at the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt for the day. His heart sank, seeing Wolfwood distant. There wasn’t a doubt that Wolfwood was going to pull away from him after the night they shared. Vash just wished it wouldn’t have been as soon as the morning after. He longed to at least wake up in Wolfwood’s embrace.
“Morning,” he shyly called as he sat up, a timid smile on his face.
Wolfwood’s head whipped around to meet Vash’s stare, seemingly startled he had woken up so quietly.
“H-hey needle noggin!” He stuttered, “did ya sleep ok?”
He was nervous and jumpy. Vash could tell. It was the body language and behavior of a man who deeply regretted the night before. It was like a dagger sinking deep into his heart, but he still put on a brave face.
“Sure did. You?” Vash tried to keep it casual.
“Yeah…” Wolfwood stammered before trailing off, tearing his gaze from Vash in shame.
Here it comes. The uncomfortable ‘let’s never talk about this again’ speech. Vash wondered if the wounds he anticipated ever truly hurt less than the ones that caught him by surprise.
“You seemed to really enjoy yourself last night. And I’m sure you could tell by how obviously turned on I was, I really enjoyed it too,” Wolfwood began, eyes darting about the room, his cheeks flushing red, “so I was thinkin’, maybe this can be like…a regular thing we do? Together, I mean…”
…
Huh?
Vash stared at him for a while, trying to make sure he heard him right. He carefully observed Wolfwood’s face. Red from ear to ear and shifting nervously. It was like he insisted on looking at anything but Vash, rubbing the back of his neck as if someone had just smacked it.
After the offer fully sunk in, Vash lit up like a firework, aquamarine eyes sparkling like starlight in the desert sky.
“Y-you’d want that?” he blurted, scrambling towards the edge of his bed so that Wolfwood had to look at him before softening his tone, staring at him with the same affection he always had before, “with me?”
Wolfwood’s blush spread down his neck the moment they made eye contact again, his cheeks puffing slightly and his hair frizzing out as if he were a spooked cat. He cleared his throat and tried to relax his posture, as if he were trying to play it cool like he so often did.
“Wouldn’t be askin’ otherwise…” Wolfwood mumbled, parroting what he had told Vash last night.
Maybe it was the bright lights of Home, or maybe it was just because he was looking at Wolfwood, but Vash could practically feel the way his eyes sparkled. It wasn’t a confession of love, or even a request for a date. But Vash knew Wolfwood.
Knew the round about way he asked for things. The way he guarded his heart while still saying what he truly wanted. He always reminded Vash that he could see right through his masks, right down to the truth in his heart. Vash always spared Wolfwood the same speech, because his emotionally detached act was about as opaque as a bride’s veil.
So, Vash flashed his most effortlessly genuine smile as he took Wolfwood’s hands in his before saying, “I’d love that. Thank you…Wolfwood.”
Breakfast that morning was awkward to endure, but not because of their shared night of passion. It was because of the knowing looks that were shot in their direction from everyone else, ranging from Brad’s annoyed glare all the way to Milly’s approving grins.
Maybe if Vash’s afterglow wasn’t so blinding, Wolfwood wouldn’t have to endure the embarrassing stares. But when he caught Vash’s smiling face in the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help feeling it was worth it.
Vash was worth it.