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Wolfwood has done plenty of stupid things in his life. But, this? This has got to be at the top of the list.
Nothing could top the fact that he was somehow convinced (likely in a moment of blackout drunkenness) to show up to a Halloween party in a too small, and far too revealing sexy nun costume. He wishes he could find someone to place the blame on, but no. He did this to himself.
Wolfwood hasn't even made it to the party yet. He's in the shared bathroom of him and Vash’s apartment and he already wants to fling himself off a cliff.
It's not like it's a bad look on him. He tries to convince himself that some other silly costume would've been way worse—for his ego, at least. He just can't get over how tight it is. He feels like if he moves even a little in the wrong way his chest will be exposed for everyone to see, way more than it already is now. Though, that isn't the most stressful part about the costume. Wolfwood always has his chest on display, no matter the occasion. No, no. The real issue was the short, skin tight pencil skirt that ended just a little above the middle of his thighs.
He needs to wash away the shame with a drink immediately.
Wolfwood had been sensible enough to get a little tipsy before trying on this costume that would have his legs and chest to out on full display. So he wasn't a total idiot, but he needed to be way more drunk before he leaves the house looking like that.
Wolfwood jumps out of his skin when there's three firm knocks on the door.
“Nick, you ready?”
Wolfwood was not ready in the slightest. He was still trying to comprehend how he was supposed to even walk in the too small outfit. He definitely wasn't ready to open that door for Needle-Noggin to see. He’d have to suck it up though. If he couldn't face Vash with it, he'd be a complete mess at the party. He groaned before turning to the door and opening it.
When he opens the door, he is face to face with a white sheet with two black, hastily scribbled circles staring back at him.
“Boo!”
Wolfwood almost wants to laugh, but fears the little clothing covering his chest might just rip at any sign of movement.
“What the hell is this, Spikey?”
“My Halloween costume, obviously!”
God, Vash was too cute. With Wolfwood feeling brave enough, he reaches for the sheet, pulling it off Vash.
“...Woah.”
A heat forms on Wolfwood's cheeks.
“You go brain dead or something, Needle-Noggin? Quit it with all the starin’.”
Wolfwood can feel the flush on the back of his neck. He turns towards the kitchen, deciding that he was not yet tipsy enough for this. He's stopped when Vash grabs his wrist hurriedly.
“I– It looks really good!”
“...Thanks, Spikey. No need to yell it.”
“Okay!”
“Inside voice, idiot.”
“Yup!”
Wolfwood lets out a groan. He's definitely not drunk enough for this. He makes his way to the kitchen, pouring himself another drink when he's interrupted by hands on his waist and Vash pulling him close into his chest. Wolfwood is left speechless, so Vash is the one who speaks first.
“I really like it, Nick.”
Vash’s voice is low, his face too close to Wolfwoods own, hooked over his shoulder and tucked into the crook of his neck. He begins to feel hot all over and he's sure that the blonde can feel the way his heart beat reverberates in his chest.
He really is an idiot.
Vash’s arms are wrapped tight around Wolfwood's middle, he presses into him, feeling the hardness in his backside.
“We’re not fuckin’ in the kitchen, Vash.”
Vash nearly jumps out of his skin, looking surprised almost. “Oh– Yea! Of course not!”
He fidgets awkwardly now, that puppy–dog look painted on his face, his grip on Wolfwood lessened. Wolfwood sighs, he obviously didn't get what he meant.
“The room, Spikey?”
“OH haha, yes you're so right, let me just–”
Vash keeps one hand firm on his back, the other trailing down Wolfwood's legs. Next thing he knows, Wolfwood is being swept into Vash’s arms as if he weighed nothing to him. The way that makes him feel is something he doesn't want to unpack right now.
“Okay! Now we can go.”
Vash enters their bedroom, placing Wolfwood on the sheets, his body fully caging him in. His eyes meet Wolfwood's own and he's immediately nervous, as if he didn't think this far ahead. Wolfwood is kind enough to aid him in that. He takes hold of the front of Vash’s shirt, pulling his face down closer to his own.
“Don't get all nervous on me now, Spikey. Once in a lifetime opportunity ya got here, ain't no way in hell I'm wearing this get up again.”
Vash chuckles softly, “You look awfully good in it, though.”
Vash puts a leg between Wolfwood's own, one warm hand coming up to feel at his exposed chest while the cool metal of his prosthetic arm moves back towards the sliver of skin between the skirt and stockings, digging into his skin just the smallest amount. Vash holds him there, fingers reaching to feel up past his skirt. The cold sends chills down his spine. When Vash reaches the very top of his thighs and is met with nothing but bare skin under the skirt, he laughs into the crook of Wolfwood's neck.
“Gee, Nick. You aint got nothin under here?”
Wolfwood's face burns so hot he damn near explodes. He groans.
“Just get on with it, Needle-Noggin.” He hisses out through clenched teeth.
Vash works on pushing the end of his skirt up towards Wolfwood's hips, exposing his leaking cock. Wolfwood shudders.
Vash touches him damn near everywhere but his weeping cock. He kisses the hollow of his throat, licking and sucking the exposed skin of his chest with a warm, wet tongue. It drives Wolfwood insane, arching his body into Vash’s for some sort of physical pleasure. Vash pulls back from him just slightly, clear blue eyes meeting his.
“Is there something you want?”
“Just– fuckin’ touch me already, Vash. I’m gettin’ tired of the teasing.”
Vash only smiles warmly at him, the weight of his prosthetic heavy on Wolfwood's thigh.
“Nick, can I finger you?”
Wolfwood's chest tightens at that, the feeling unbearable with the already tight top. He can only stare at Vash, mouth open. Vash's cold metal hand squeezes the meat of his thighs, and Wolfwood's head is dizzy with the implications of that.
“...With your prosthetic?”
“Mm, yea, if you'd like that too.”
Wolfwood didn't think he could get any harder, any more flushed from Vash’s words and touch, but he does. His head falls back to the bed in defeat.
“Fuckin’ hell, yea Spikey.”
Vash turns towards their shared nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling from it a bottle of lube. Turning back to Wolfwood, Vash takes hold of his knees, making space for himself between his legs and resting his hand on Wolfwood's length, the other wetting his hole. The already cold prosthetic and the slightly colder lube makes Wolfwood's hiss, caught off guard by it.
Vash takes his time, warming Wolfwood up with a single finger, his other hand teasing his tip. When the coolness of Vash’s prosthetic turns warm from the heat of Wolfwood's body, he works in another finger. All the while, Vash is looking right at Wolfwood, eyes soft and shiny. Wolfwood has his head buried into the pillow because Vash looking at him like that while he pumps his cock and fingers him with his prosthetic is something he cannot handle. Wolfwood attempts to grind down onto his fingers, the pace of it brutally slow. He nearly whimpers into his pillow when Vash curls his fingers in response, gasping and panting from the pleasure.
“Sound so pretty for me, Nick.”
Wolfwood whimpers at that, precum from his tip dripping steadily down the length of his cock. Vash quickened his pace on his cock, collecting the beads of cum from his tip and dragging it down, his fingers repeatedly hitting that spot in Wolfwood that makes him moan into the pillow louder than before.
Wolfwood’s voice is wrecked and raspy.
“Fuck, ‘m close. So close, angel.”
Vash laps his hot tongue on Wolfwood’s neck, “Cum for me, love.”
Wolfwood groans, spurts of cum escaping him. He shudders as Vash’s fingers slow, his hand leaving his cock. Vash kisses the corner of his mouth sweetly, moving down towards his chest to suck hickeys on his skin. A trail of kisses, warm on his chest to his thighs, when Vash reaches for his spent cock, placing a kiss on his leaking tip and cleaning off the cum with his tongue. Wolfwood whimpers, the overstimulation of Vash's tongue being too much to handle.
“God Spikey, too much, please.”
Vash stays put, taking his whole length into the warmth of his mouth, his tongue teasing the spot just under his head when Wolfwood nearly screams from the pleasure of it all. He shakes, his thighs quaking on either side of Vash’s head.
When Vash deems him clean of cum, he sits up between Wolfwood's quivering legs, smiling softly at wolfwood, who is still trying to catch his breath. His hands sit on the top of Wolfwood's thighs, massaging them, warm under his touch.
“I really like the costume, Nick.”
Wolfwood almost wants to punch him. He laughs low, pulling his head from the pillow to meet Vash's eyes.
“Really? Couldn't tell, actually.”
“Oh? Should I show you again?”
It's a long while before Wolfwood actually gets around to taking off the costume at the end of the night.