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Wolfwood woke up to the pricking heat of the sunrays that got in through the cheap shutters of the motel. It wasn't unusual for him to be a light sleeper, so he stayed the way he was, laying on top of Vash, and using his shoulder as a pillow.
In a very loose sense, the scene was enchanting. The rays lit up the dim room, painting lines along the opposite wall, and making the little dust particles in the air visible. They had the off-white sheets and an occasional patch of skin glowing warmly.
But the best view was the man under him. The sun lit up the hay blonde strands that covered his eyes and framing his face like a halo. It was the closest thing Wolfwood could liken to an angel.
It was a careful dance with Vash. The man's reactions were as predictable as of a scared animal. It wasn't Wolfwood that he was afraid of thought. He knew that much.
'ay how long are you planning on snoozing' -he thought, inspecting his face up-close.
His laying position thought, soon became almost uncomfortable on the buff but almost boney body, the fact that he slept in his black shirt not helping the slightest. Slowly sliding down on him, Wolfwood placed his chin on his chest, still staring at the sleeping face, and slipping his knees between Vash's scarred ones
That was when he felt it. Felt it even through the fabric of his loose sweatpants. The brunette froze for a second, eyes widening, inspecting the still shut eyes and even breaths.
In disbelief, he slid his thigh against it once again, trying to make sure he wasn't imagining it. And Wolfwood thought the immortal plant-man couldn't suprise him anymore.
Vash was big. Tha taller man could probably slide his entire palm alongside it.
You have to get it in your hands. Now.
A greedy voice spoke in Wolfwood's head. He didn't know why or where this urge came from, but he would very much like to act on it.
He carefully pressed his thigh to it with a little more pressure, staring closely at Vash's face for any reaction.
The blonde's breathing slightly hitched, brows furrowing for a moment, but he stayed asleep with a soft blush on his cheeks this time.
You gotta know what its like to wrap your hands around it. Feel skin on skin.
Wolfwood shuddered. He would very much like to know what its like to hold it. Would his fingers reach around? Would it be human or is it special like everything else about Vash?
A shiver ran through him when his thoughts started to get more visual. This intense urge was unlike anything he had experienced before. Truth be told, Wolfwood havent really thought about sleeping with people since he got out of that cell. He had fair knowledge as an owner of a dick as well, but he couldn't tell if he was being radical or going absolutely insane.
He just itched to lay his hands on Vash's shaft and work it until the other man was coming all over himself or woke up.
Would Vash be angry if he woke up and caught Wolfwood jerking him off in his sleep? He certainly wouldnt mind waking up to the cool contrast of a cold mechanical palm and a burning flesh hand wrapping around his-
He sat up when he felt his dick twitch against the blond's abdomen.
It was hard to see how big he truly was in his loose sweatpants when he wasnt pressed up against him.
Feel it. Feel the heat.
Wolfwood placed his hand against the obvious tent and enjoyed the low rumble that rolled out of Vash's mouth at the contact.
Wonder what it would be like to touch it directly.
He imagined the hot, throbbing shaft against his skin, hands working wonders, and his eyes treathened to shut close.
Fuck it. If he didn't notice the absence of Wolfwood's weight on top of him, he won't notice the absence of his pants.
Luckily the sweatpants came off pretty easy once the strings were untied. Vash's hard-on jumped as the waistband slid off, like it was relieved to be freed.
Of course this idiot has space boxers-
Wolfwood chuckled to himself at the sight of the white and gray underwear with a logo on the side of his thigh.
Still, it didn't deter him from his original goal.
His size was way more obvious when it was just one thin and tight layer between it and the fresh air. Wolfwood felt himself salivating a little. He put a hand over the bulge, teasing where the head must be -judging from the obvious patch of precum on the fabric. Hearing the man huff out a whimper in his sleep really made him want to give it a taste.
Whoa, hold on, he must be losing his mind to be thinking like that. But the thought of sliding the length into his throat and tease it with his tongue felt just too right. And if Wolfwood choked, well, that was on him.
He set up a confident rythm of strokes along the shaft as he could get to it with the underwear on, while teasing around the head and listening to the sucked in breaths Vash was taking in his sleep. Sometimes it would make a high pitched squeaking noise like an old kettle.
Wolfwood finally decided to get rid of the remaining cover when he had judged it drenched enough.
He waited until his breathing became even again, and ever so slightly slipped his index fingers under the band. The skin on Vash's abdomen was somewhat spared of scars and soft like his cheeks.
When he finally yanked the underwear off in one swift motion, Wolfwood thought he was gonna cream himself then and there.
It was probably longer than the entire length of his palm from wrist to the end of his middle finger, and perhaps almost as thick too. He felt himself drool in sync as Vash's dick oozed precum all over the motel sheets right in front of him. Wolfwood was so transfixed on the absolute weapon covered in brightly flushed skin, he didn't hear the rustling above him.
-"Wolfwoo..d?"- Vash stared at him with a bewildered expression, eyes hazy with confusion and a little lust perhaps, hair in more directions than usual from his pillow.
Wolfwood was frozen like a deer in headlights, not being able to move a muscle, only tearing his gaze away from the monstrosity infront of him.
-"I'm.... Sorry....y?"- Wolfwood tried to look like he was regretting his deed, but didn't really succeed due to the drool on his chin and glassy eyes, trying to find a sign of negative emotions on Vash's face.
-"God, Woflwood"- the blond exhaled defeatedly, collapsing onto the pillows.
-"I knew i was having a strangely good sleep"- he sighed, covering his eyes with his arms, maybe from embarassment.
The black haired man climbed up above him once again to try and explain his insane behaviour.
-"Hey Vaaaash.. Vash. Vash! Hey. Vash. Look at me. I apologize"- he stuck his face into the corner of the blond's neck, as a sign of giving up, trying not to care how the leaking dick stood right between his thighs, treathening.
When the other didn't budge thought, Wolfwood got a tad worried. Forgetting all his urges for a moment, he tapped the wrist of the arm covering his face, pleading.
-"I'm sorry. Are you really upset?"- he muttered in a genuine apologetic voice.
Vash shot up to this, sitting face to face with him, his brows furriwed, and cheeks blushing.
-"Of course im not mad you idiot! That was the best waking up i've had in the past hundred years probably, dammit, you will be the death of me!"- he chewed the taller man out.
They both sat there, silent. Wolfwood unsure if he should just continue what he started without a word or....
-"Then.... Can i suck you off?"- he pleaded, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, inspecting Vash's face for emotions.
But Vash just placed his head in his hands again, making a sound of frustration and throwing himself back on the mattress.
-"Yes. Dammit Wolfwood. Yes, if you hadn't asked i might have begged you for it."- an angry exhale -"Just get to it finally if you already got me this far."
You didn't have to tell Wolfwood twice thought. He finally wrapped both his hands around the twitching shaft, and enjoying the sharp, relieved sigh it got out of the other.
As he felt the sensitive, flushed skin against his palm, he got awfully aware of the aching erection in his own boxers as well. The dick in his hands was throbbing so hard with the blood pressure, it felt more like holding a heart than a cock.
Even thought he could fit both hands on it, Wolfwood settled on just holding it by the base so he could get to work with his mouth.
Vash sang beautifully as he ran his tongue along the underside, feeling it twitch against it. Sucking in sharp breaths when he gave a kiss to the tip and moaning loudly when he traced a vein with his mouth.
Wolfwood kissed every part he could get to on it, from the angry red leaking tip to the thick base that already made him see stars just from thinking about.
He finally lined up to take the length in his mouth, pressing one last kiss to the underside of the head and enjoying the strained whine the blond made.
Now put your mouth on it and let him fuck your throat 'til he cums down on it'
Wolfwood shuddered as he finally opened wide and- perhaps a bit too fast -tried to stuff at least half of it into his face.
His jaw already ached from the stretch, but fuck if he was gonna stop now, when Vash's hands are grabbing the sheets next to his head like its life support, and hes screaming his name so desperately.
Wouldn't it be great if he grabbed you like that?
The greedy voice spoke, and his eyes almost rolled behind his eyelids just from the image. Sliding off and not sparing second thought to the absolutely fucked out sound Vash made, he looked up at his boyfriend.
-"W- Wolfwoo-ahh-Nick... don't stop now~"- Vash heaved like a dog in the summer heat. Wolfwood tried to ignore him saying his first name for a moment, and gulped down the thing blocking him from making a sound.
-"I want you"- he tore the flesh hands away from the sheet, and entwined their fingers -"to grab me with this hand as i suck you off."- he exhaled with a dumb smile on his face.
The words registered very slow in the blond man's brain but as soon as they did, he nodded with new excitement, the dick in Wolfwood's hand twitching at the thought.
He lowered himself once more and lined up the angry red head to his lips, first just taking the tip in as he teased the opening with his tongue.
-"Mmmmh!- Wolfwo- ah! Nick! Nick, please!"- Vash begged, carefully running his fingers throught Wolfwood's hair, trying not to force the entire thing into his mouth in one go, the idea however made him shiver and hum deliciously on the cock in his mouth, just inspiring Vash's pleas further.
It went like that for a while, as Vash was begging and praising how good and warm Wolfwood's mouth was, he kept working his way down on the shaft, holding onto the rest, massaging it with his thumb.
That until, he didn't feel the tip of it reach the back of his throat, which pulled a hoarse goan from his lungs, and earned a harsh tug downways on his hair.
He glanced at the delirious blond, as he placed a hand above the scarred knuckles, and applied some slight pressure to them, hoping it would get the message throught. Vash did give him a concerned look, but when Wolfwood pulled back, hollowing his cheeks, his own shriek wrung any and all worry for the other man out of his brain.
When the pace was set, making him see stars and giving his jaw cramps, Wolfwood carefully wiped the drool and precum that was steadily staining his face, and kicked down the drenched underwear he slept in.
They groaned in sync when Wolfwood tugged on his cock a few times, eyes rolling back into his head, but then changing course and dipping his middle finger in his hole, trying to fuck himself in time with Vash's hand that was pushing his cock down his throat.
If the blond saw it, he would probably lose his mind. Thankfully, he had checked out mentally long ago, and was only able to form phrases like -"yes, Wolfwood, please, oh god"- and -"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, your mouth is so warm im going to cum, fuck"- or -"you are so good Wolfwood, please, oh fuck"- but not to Wolfwood's complains, his approaching orgasm way too obvious from the tightening grip on the other's hair, and his voice growing ever so high pitched.
-"Hah! Please! Don't stop! Wolfwoo- augh-! -Vash tried to form coherent sentences-"You are going to- mmm~! Make me kh- come ugh, mm!"
Not one to run away from a challenge, Wolfwood sped up his strokes, as much as his aching jaws let him, and humming gently every time the tip graced the back of his throat, making his boyfriend scream silently.
-"Fuck- fuck! Wo- Nick! Im cumming- oh god im cumming ooh~"
-Was what Wolfwood would've heard if his ears weren't slapped shut by two scarred thigh, keeping his head as low as possible, taking the length nicely into his hot throat as soon as Vash felt the tight knot in his abdomen treathening to burst.
Having his alien boyfriend cum down his throat was probably the best experience of Wolfwood's life. He could have easily choked, but at least he had the opportunity to have an angel sing to him, and being headlocked by it's thighs, so it was only worth it to feel his boyfriend cum down his throat so steadily.
After a chaotic couple of seconds Vash's hands dropped from their firm grasp and Wolfwood jumped up with a dry cough for the fresh air he was craving.
Taking one good look at his handy -and mouth- work, seeing the blond spread out all over the sheets, arms awkwardly dangling off the side of the mattress and his face flushed dark and his lips stained red from biting them too much, Wolfwood gave a satisfied nod to aknowledge it.
"Fuck"- he gave a frustrated exhale, "Fuck, Wolfwood."- Vash laughed -"Fuck you man"- he finally looked up at Wolfwood, still hazy and flushed.
"Sorry"- he muttered with that shit eating grin, definitely not sorry a little bit, crawling above the other. He pressed a sweet kiss to his boyfriend's lips, not caring for the drool and come staining his face.
"Good morning i guess?"- he laughed when they parted, watching Vash refocus his hazy eyes and wrap his arms around the small of his back.
" 'I guess' god damn you Wolfwood"- he exhaled, rubbing his eyes with the flesh hand. -"Warn me next time you wanna suck me off, geez"- the blond mumbled.
"Oh, don't think im finished with you yet"- Wolfwood said, rolling his hips against the other man's abdomen. -"Is this enough of a warning to you?"- he grinned, showing off his canines.
"Uhm, well-"- Vash stuttered, becoming painfully aware how hard the other was, only a wet underwear away.
"Or would you rather have me deal with it alone?"- he said, teasingly, pushing himself up on the blond's abs, and it did work, judging by the blood rush that tinted his cheeks and slowly his ears and chest as well. -"maybe you would do like watching me jerk off, ah?"
"I-"- his boyfriend gasped, trying not to stare at his bulge too obviously.
This made Wolfwood's skin crawl with heat, and fill him with a sense of pride, to feel Vash's gaze rake over his skin from his chest, to his toned arms and thighs which kept both in place. With a shaking breath he rubbed himself one last time before getting rid of the boxers, enjoying the attention he was getting.
The blond swallowed thickly, following every movement of the man on top, tightly gripping the sheets, wordlessly staring as Wolfwood worked himself open in an agonizing pace. The wet sound of it bounced off the walls and echoed in his ears.
"What's -ungh, up, see something you like?"- he hissed between his teeth, the hand keeping him up wobbling unsteadily.
Vash cleared his throat, not taking his eyes off Wolfwood's flushed face as he hummed from the feeling, and bringing his hands up to his hips to steady him.
The sight of Wolfwood straddling him with his thighs, and towering over the blond while fingering himself got him back in the mood quicker than he would admit, missing the heat wrapping around his cock.
"Oi Blondie"- the other exhaled, planting both hands on Vash's thighs for a steady ground -"Will ya' be good and stay still?"- He smirked, sneaking a hand around the neglected dick.
His boyfriend hissed at the oh-so missed contact, but you didnt have to ask Vash twice if he will be cooperative in fucking Wolfwood right, frantically nodding his head.
"Aight, aight-"- he laughed, but then turned all his attention to lining himself up to the tip. When he glanced at the blond, he stared in wide eyed anticipation, perhaps even holding his breath.
"Keep those hands steady and stay still now, prettyboy"- he gestured to the hands loosely gracing his hips, and sunk down halfways.
They let out a punched out hiss in sync, and Wolfwood felt metal fingers grasp his hipbone tightly. Even the preparation didnt make him ready for the stretch that his boyfriend's dick made him feel. He felt like if he went lower it would split him in two. Even if thats how it was, too bad, because the danger didnt scare him, and neither did the pain, so after a dragging pull back he eased another inch or two inside.
"Ahrgh...."- he rolled his head back, testing out his movements. -"Hmmpf, fuck, Tongari, you're gonna- mmf- fuck me so well..."- he glanced down at Vash, listening to his guttural whines as Wolfwood worked him in deep. Eyes focused just enough to watch him move, and biting his lip to muffle himself, a deep blush decorating his face ear to ear.
"Nuh-huh- ahh"- he leaned down to kiss the other's mouth open -"No cheating! I wanna- ough...- hear you!...."- he swiped a thumb across his bottom lip, and then dived for the kiss. It was clumsy, as they were both in hurry to chase after their pleasure, a mess of drool, and teeth and mutterings and pleas like -"mmm, Nico please"- and, -"Wolfwood, mm-aah, you're so mmgood~"
Every time he rolled his hips his angel sang like a prayer, as if Wolfwood only let him fuck him out of heavenly mercy.
"You're doing- auhh-mm- good. C'mon -hah- fucking me so -gh!- well..."- he kissed Vash again, bouncing his hips ever so clumsily, and uncoordinated.
"Ouhh.... Give a m-mmmh~moment"- he muttered, resting his lips at the blond's jaw when the other tightened his grip over his hipbones, and dragged him up on rythm.
Thinking about Vash lifting him ever so easily, how hes probably able to flip them over and fuck his brains out 'til hes satisfied, only made Wolfwood feel impossibly harder, humm around his boyfriend's adams apple, leaving puppy kisses and wet marks all over him.
He was pretty sure the metal palm will leave purple marks on his skin by the next morning by the time even his prosthetic arm fell out of sync, just pulling his hips in desperately at whatever pace it could manage, and when Wolfwood tightened he swore he could hear Vash howl into his ear.
"Wolfwood! Wolfwo- mmm~ouhh- Nick-ahh, you feel so good-mmm- youre so tight and-"- he punctuated it by meeting his hips with the other halfway, now rocking onto the man on top, and pulling him to his like.
"Yeah?- yeah- mmm-oahh- fuck!.. Youre doing good, trying to fuck-hah-!- me so well-"- he whined into Vash's ears as he felt his eyes close jus before he was about to come all over the other's chest, gripping his muscular shoulders, and groaning at his skin.
And Vash was good, he didnt take long to follow Wolfwood, keeping him in place with such a strong grasp, the other wished the handprints never disappeared. Mewling loudly right next to Wolfwood, chasing white pleasure blindly. When he came the other squeezed tightly around him, milking him for all he could give.
When both collapsed, spent and dumbly over the cheap sheets, covered in sweat and come, a comfortable silence took over the small room. Listening only to each other's ragged breaths and perhaps the quiet noise coming from outside.
"Fuck, Tongari"- Wolfwood muttered, voice tired and a bit hoarse -"We need to schedule something like this the next time we stay at a motel"- he pushed himself up on Vash's chest, not bothering with the stickiness covering them both, content with the feeling of fullness for the moment.
Vash, slowly lowering his gaze, pupils still blown wide, brows furrowing from the sun peeking in.
"You will be the death of me Nicholas"- he rolled his eyes.