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After a thoroughly eventful day of being shot at more than a dozen times, Wolfwood was irritated and exhausted. He should have been used to it by now, the trouble that nipped at Vash’s heels like an impertinent stray dog, but somehow the blond’s outrageous habit for getting into trouble still surprised him. The novelty of it all must’ve been fading though, since Wolfwood found himself more angry than amazed.
They had managed to get a room for the night, thank God, that was the only saving grace of the day. If Wolfwood would’ve had to spend one more night using his coat as tarp to keep sand from flying into his face in the middle of the night, well, he would have taken the liberty of sending Vash to the Good Lord himself.
Patience was a virtue, but Wolfwood found his wearing thin. He needed a drink.
It was late, and both Wolfwood and Vash found themselves too spent to head to the local bar. They decided, through a mutual silence, to stay in and go to bed. Wolfwood didn’t mind. He was sure that if he had to be up any longer, even with a drink at that, that he’d end up getting pushed over the edge one way or another. If that happened, Vash wouldn’t talk to him for a good day or two and then he’d end up feeling bad- and then angry again.
Shaking his thoughts from his mind, Wolfwood continued to undress for the night. Across the room, Vash was facing away from him as he, too, undressed. Wolfwood watched as Vash dropped his faded dress shirt from his shoulders. It was then that Wolfwood noticed something new on Vash’s body, something he had never seen before at least, a tattoo. A tramp stamp at that.
It was undeniable that that’s what it was. The sight of the tattoo made Wolfwood stop what he was doing and just stare. It was faded, with three large red rose blooms surrounded by black detailing that curved and swirled in odd patterns that Wolfwood didn’t recognize.
In their months of traveling together, Wolfwood and Vash had undressed together and even shared a bed on countless occasions. Then there were also the many… many times the two had gotten hot and heavy after an argument or particularly stressful day. They never got much farther than kissing and some over the clothes fondling, but the energy was there and it was only a matter of time until things progressed. That being said, Wolfwood felt amazed with himself that he had never noticed it before. He had never really noticed or cared that Vash wore high waisted trousers… but if he was hiding that tattoo, then it made sense.
His anger from the day completely disappeared all at once, and Wolfwood was suddenly overcome with amusement at the ink on Vash’s back. “What the hell is that?” He asked, unable to hide his grin. Sure, it was embarrassing that it had taken Wolfwood so long to notice the tattoo, but that was hardly as embarrassing as having a tramp stamp.
Vash yelped like he had touched a live wire and his hands immediately went to cover the tattoo. “What? Nothing!” He sputtered, spinning around so fast that his unbuttoned and already sagging trousers fell about his ankles.
“That is not nothin’,” Wolfwood quickly made his way across the room and spun Vash back around. He pried his hands off his backside and whooped at the tattoo. “How in the world did you hide from me?” He asked, laughing. “When did you even get this thing?”
“Hey!” Vash’s face was as red as his old tattoo at this point. He ripped his arms from Wolfwood’s grasp. “It was a very drunken night, okay? I-” He frowned. “Will you stop laughing at me?!”
“Wait-” Wolfwood gasped, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Laughing in such a way felt good. He stopped laughing for a mere second and then bent over, his hands on his knees as he cackled. “I’ve been shit-faced, but I’ve never been so pissed that I went out and got a tattoo! What did you do? Get chummy with some tattoo artist at a bar and then wake up with your ass on fire the next day?”
Vash’s face only grew more red and Wolfwood knew he had his answer. Wolfwood was crying with laughter at that point, gasping for breath whenever he could. Maybe his excessive laughter was because of how stressed he had been, or maybe Vash’s slutty tattoo really was just that funny.
By the time Wolfwood got over his laughter, Vash had finished undressing and crawled into their shared bed. He curled into a large ball and pulled the blanket over his body so he looked like a rather lumpy pillow. Wolfwood could still feel his heart beating hard in his chest from all of his laughter, he felt a bit bad, but it was funny dammit. With a sigh, he wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up.
“C’mon, spikey,” Wolfwood said. He returned to taking off his own clothes and looked away from Vash. “Y’know I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”
“Sure felt like it.” Vash’s grumble was muffled from under the blanket.
Rolling his eyes, Wolfwood gave a shake of his head. Vash’s sensitivity was always a force between them. Wolfwood had learned to grow up tough, so he never saw a problem with his teasing or harsh words. However, sometimes the way they affected Vash made his stomach churn. He felt bad, but he didn’t know what to change, and if Vash wouldn’t tell him why his words upset him, then why should he?
After Wolfwood finished getting undressed himself, he turned off the light in the room and got into the bed next to Vash. He knew better than to try and touch him, so he turned away from him. “Night,” He muttered.
“Night.” Vash replied.
At least he wasn’t giving him the silent treatment, Wolfwood could live with that.
As the days went on, Vash began to speak more normally to Wolfwood again and they moved past the tramp stamp incident without a word about it. That was usually how they moved past their problems. Avoidance was the easiest way, and if that didn’t work- the problems would just build up until they had an argument for the ages where they’d finally speak their minds. Did they learn that in the end communication would solve all of their problems? No, because that was hard and emotionally taxing.
Still, as things moved into their range of normalcy between Wolfwood and Vash again, something weighed heavy on Wolfwood’s mind. He couldn’t get the image of Vash’s tattoo out of his head. Late at night when he was trying to sleep, he’d see it behind his eyelids. Whenever Vash undressed, he tried to catch a peek at it again. He’d even initiate more intimacy with Vash to try and see it. The thoughts, slow at first, soon grew ever constant. Wolfwood wanted, no needed to see Vash’s tramp stamp again. He wanted to bend Vash over and run his fingers over the exposed tattoo. He wanted to fuck Vash and finish, spraying his load on the old ink and mark it. They were vile, dirty thoughts, but they were also hot as fuck and left Wolfwood waking up hard every morning.
It wasn’t that Wolfwood was only interested in Vash intimately. When they weren’t strung out from this or that and jumpy from too many bullets being fired in their general direction, they relaxed and got on quite well. Vash’s smile, his true smile was as bright as the stars and his laugh was like the rare sound of rain on an old tin roof. Hell, even when they were in a dangerous situation, the way Vash’s brows knit together before he fired his gun would knock the wind out of Wolfwood’s lungs. Vash was a beautiful and kind man whose stubbornness was just as attractive as it was self-endangering. And the reason Wolfwood just couldn’t quit him despite how dangerous it was to be associated with him, well, it was because he really couldn’t. At the end of the day it was hard not to care for Vash. The man was nothing like his reputation, he was a real life, spikey-headed saint.
It had been over just maybe a month since Wolfwood initially saw Vash’s tattoo, and it felt like each day the urge to see it again only grew and grew until it was insatiable. Vash, although having seemed moved past the incident, was still prickly about his tattoo. Despite Wolfwood now knowing about it, Vash still went to all the lengths he did before to hide it. That was until, one night after they found themselves in a teeny hotel room with a shower.
Vash had called dibs on the shower first, and Wolfwood didn’t mind. Though he did threaten to throttle him if Vash used all the hot water. Truth be told, Wolfwood was more caught up on the single bed in the room. Sharing a bed between them wasn’t really a bother, they had done it many times as it was both cheaper and more fun than sharing a room with two beds. But this bed? Calling it a twin was a stretch… Sure, beggars couldn’t be choosers and they were lucky to get a room at all, but how in the hell would they fit in it?
Wolfwood had a pretty vivid image in his mind of how he and Vash could share the bed. He grinned, and was happy that Vash was already in the shower so he couldn’t see how warm his face was. Maybe with them being forced to be so close together… Wolfwood could finally get his hands on Vash’s ass and have another peek at his tramp stamp. He had been so pent up lately, the idea of Vash’s tattoo constant in his mind, that the mere thought of being so close to Vash in the small bed made a warm feeling stir in his gut.
If Wolfwood thought the burning desire within him was bad at the thought of sharing such a small bed, then he was thoroughly not prepared to see Vash when he stepped out of the shower. He looked as he always did. His damp, blond hair appeared darker as it hung limply about his face; the map of raised and mismatched scars across his chest; and even the dark patch of hair that crawled up his stomach as it peeked from under the towel about his waist. None of these really set Wolfwood off, what did was when he saw Vash turn around for something. He was so used to Vash keeping his towels hitched high upon his hips, that he was starstruck at finally seeing him with the towel low on his waist- his tramp stamp clearly visible.
“If you’re going to say something about the tattoo,” Vash must have felt Wolfwood’s eye on him. “Don’t.”
Feeling that his mouth was open, Wolfwood quickly shut it. He got up from the tiny, twin bed while Vash still had his back to him and stood close behind him. “Wouldn’t dream of it, spikey.” He muttered, arms snaking low around Vash’s waist while he placed his lips against Vash's shoulder.
Vash momentarily went stiff in Wolfwood’s hold, but he soon relaxed. “What are you doing?” He laughed softly, his single hand moving to cover one of Wolfwood’s. “Not that I’m-” His breath hitched as Wolfwood pressed another kiss to his shoulder, his lips now moving up his neck. “Complainin’ or anything.”
‘That stupid tattoo of yours has been driving me crazy for a month.’ Wolfwood couldn’t tell Vash that. “What?” He asked innocently. Vash’s hair smelled clean, though it was almost a shame. He loved Vash’s natural scent. The smell of heat, sweat, and a hint of sweetness. It drove him crazy. “It’s just been a while since we’ve gotten up to anythin’ is all…” He muttered, rocking his hips into Vash’s ass, knowing well that Vash would be able to feel him through his flimsy towel.
“That’s cause,” Vash’s voice grew a bit higher, he leaned back against Wolfwood’s chest and turned his head slightly to look at him. “I was mad at you.”
“Trust me, I was aware of that.” Wolfwood sighed softly. He took a moment to appreciate Vash’s features. His bright blue eyes, flushed cheeks, how his parted lips were curved into one of his stupid smiles. Why did looking at him make Wolfwood’s heart ache in such a way? He kissed Vash’s lips, soft and slow. He grabbed the top of the towel around Vash’s waist, wanting badly to throw it off already. “But,” He pulled away from the kiss just enough to speak. “I thought maybe we could try and find a way where we both fit in the bed… Get a little practice in ‘fore we turn in.”
Warmth burned in Vash’s face, his cheeks and ears turning red. Wolfwood could feel this warmth and he wanted more of it. Vash hummed, trying to sound teasing, but he was very bad at playing coy. “Hmmm,” He took Wolfwood’s hand and pushed it under the hem of his bath towel, forcing it to open and fall. The only thing keeping the towel partially on his body was Wolfwood pressed so close behind him. “I don’t know… We haven’t gone that far before.”
“We can go as far as you want,” Wolfwood commented, nosing Vash’s neck. His hand slowly moved down Vash’s stomach. He heard Vash’s breath hitch as he neared his cunt. “Tell me when to stop and I will.” He finally dipped his fingers down into Vash’s bush and brushed them over his hard t-cock. “Let me make it up to you for upsettin’ ya the other day, spikey.”
Vash rocked back against Wolfwood, his ass pressing against the outline of Wolfwood’s cock. “Just…” He exhaled, “You can’t finish inside, okay?”
It was Wolfwood’s turn to toy and take things slow. He began to softly nibble Vash’s shoulder as he put one of his first two fingers on either side of his clit. He lazily fucked Vash’s clit with his fingers, relishing the feeling of Vash’s body shaking against his with each breath. “I think I can do that,” He said finally. He kissed the side of Vash’s jaw and smirked. “Let’s break in that bed, huh?”
The couple was quick to make the 3 step journey across the room to the small bed, Vash’s towel completely falling off in the process. Vash fell on his back upon the bed, and Wolfwood was quick to climb on top of him. It felt natural. The two had made out plenty of times, often grinding on each other and petting each other through their clothes. Their past moments of kisses and frustrations were all building up to this. It was months of foreplay warming them up for this moment.
Vash’s single arm hooked around Wolfwood’s neck, pulling him close as they kissed once more. Wolfwood kept himself steady with a knee between Vash’s legs and one arm above his head. He could feel Vash grinding down upon his clothed pant leg as they kissed. The fact that Vash wanted him so easily- wanted him just as badly as Wolfwood wanted him, it made his cock throb in his trousers. God, he needed to fuck him. He needed to see that stupid tattoo that drove him crazy.
Their kissing didn’t last long. Soon, Vash’s wetness was seeping through Wolfwood’s pant leg, and he was pulling apart from the kiss to whine and beg. “C’mon,” Vash panted. His arm fell from around Wolfwood’s neck and traveled down so he could weakly paw at his dress shirt. “It’s no faaaaair, I’m undressed and you’re not.”
Breathing heavily, Wolfwood wondered if Vash could feel his heartbeat with his hand on his chest like that. He moved his knee upwards, teasing Vash’s cunt with it. “Fine, if you want me to undress then I will.” He pushed himself on to his knees and, while still teasing Vash, began to fully unbutton his dress shirt.
Vash’s whines grew while Wolfwood relentlessly teased his cunt. His eyes looked bluer than ever as they tearfully stood out on his red face. He didn’t say a word, only crying and rutting down against Wolfwood’s knee as he undressed.
Despite being terribly horny himself, Wolfwood took his time. He slowly pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor. Once that was done, he took away his knee from Vash’s crotch and began to remove his trousers. At the loss of friction, Vash whined even louder. “What?” Wolfwood asked teasingly, his fingers undoing the button on his trousers. “Do you want me to get undressed or not?” He pressed his knee to Vash’s cunt once more.
Biting his lip, Vash exhaled with a nod. He pulled himself back on the bed, ending Wolfwood’s teasing torture. “Yes, please.” He sat up some, resting on his elbow.
Wolfwood continued removing his trousers, eventually discarding them and his underwear to the floor with his shirt. He could feel Vash’s eyes on his hard cock and it made his heart skip a beat. As much as he wanted Vash, he would not dive in just yet. Wolfwood put his palms on Vash’s knees. Vash’s skin felt so hot, like he was an overheated motor, but Wolfwood was desperate for every part of that warmth. He needed it, he needed Vash.
He parted Vash’s legs and leaned down, bringing his face to his hairy cunt. His cock ached, but he wasn’t going to start things without making sure Vash was ready. He glanced up at Vash and grinned, “You good, angel?”
Vash nodded, his hips bucked upwards. “I’m good, just please get on with it.”
Maybe on another day when Wolfwood wasn’t so eager, he would’ve teased Vash more. He lowered his face and ate Vash out like a man on death row eating his last meal. He was already so unbelievably wet that Wolfwood’s tongue glided over every inch of him so easily. Wolfwood wrapped his lips around the hard nub that was Vash’s clit dick and sucked on it. He could feel Vash’s legs roughly wrapping around his shoulders, forcing his face farther into his cunt.
With his head swimming, Wolfwood continued to eat Vash out. His tongue dipped through his folds and circled around his cock before teasing his entrance. The pressure around his head felt so good. Vash’s strong thighs kept him in place, his face deep in his cunt. He caught a breath here and there, but he was more focused on Vash. How his thighs shook around his face when he finally slipped his tongue into his entrance and fucked him until his chin was wet with drool. How with even his thighs clamped around his head, Wolfwood could still hear Vash's cries and pretty little whines. How his pussy was hot and tangy on his tongue.
Fresh pussy, clean from a shower… Hell, Wolfwood would've devoured Vash even if he had been walking for a week under the two suns without so much as a sink bath. He was sure Vash would taste even better that way.
With his face wet from his own spit and Vash's leaking cunt, Wolfwood pulled away with a heavy breath. It was a hard feat with how tightly Vash's thighs gripped his face, but once Vash realized Wolfwood was trying to pull back, he let up. “Soakin’ already.” He smirked, licking his lips. “To think there's a drought going on and you're this wet.” He clicked his tongue and wiped his mouth on his wrist. “It's a cryin’ shame.”
“It's just-” Vash swallowed and looked away. “It's been a while. Okay?” He pressed his lips tightly together. “You saw how people treated me today. Even if they did want to sleep with me, y'know I don't really like showing people my chest.”
Wolfwood's eyes trailed down Vash's chest. Each scar was a gruesome story. They were a map of the places Vash had been and the encounters he had gathered. They were beautiful. He laid on the lower half of Vash's body and began to kiss each of his scars. He pressed his lips to them, so aware of how it made Vash gasp and squirm.
“Nick,” Vash breathed, his voice high. His shaking fingers wound into Wolfwood's hair, gently holding on to his scalp as Wolfwood's lips traced up his body.
“Yes?” Looking up, Wolfwood grinned. Vash's eyes were tightly shut and his breaths were short and shaky. The fact that this got to him more than eating him out… It twisted something in Wolfwood's chest. This feeling. He loved it. Loved making Vash shutter and gasp with each kiss like they sent electric jolts through his battered body. The power, the sense of pride he felt at making Vash feel good… It was intoxicating. “Got somethin’ to say, blondie?”
Opening his eyes, Vash just stared at Wolfwood with a pleading look, his lips parted. He whined. “Please.”
“I'm not done with you yet,” Wolfwood growled. He licked a stripe up Vash's stomach and reached up between his legs to trace his fingers over Vash's lips. “I haven't even begun to get you ready yet.”
Groaning, Vash threw back his head. “You're terrible. You started this and-” He was immediately caught off guard by Wolfwood pressing his first two fingers into his cunt. He gasped and looked down at Wolfwood.
“Terrible, am I?” Smirking, Wolfwood pumped his fingers in and out of Vash's slick cunt. He gave in so easily to his push, and his wetness was impressive. “Keep tellin’ me about how bad I am.”
“You-” Vash's voice was high. He didn't have any words. All he could do was breathe slowly, as his thighs quivered.
“So this is all I gotta do to put a cork in that big mouth of yours.” It felt good to have the upper hand on Vash. To have the final say, even if it was just in this moment. God, did he want Vash. The way Vash's cunt squeezed around his fingers made Wolfwood's cock throb again and again. He wanted Vash to squeeze him like that. He'd fuck him out of his silence until he was a babbling mess spewing his usual nonsense.
“Y-You're,” Vash gasped, “mean.”
Wolfwood couldn't help grinning. “Oh, you love it, spikey.” He slipped another finger inside Vash, his wetness made it easy, and spread out all three digits as far as they could go. The whine this coaxed from Vash was music to Wolfwood's ears. A hymn of the sins of the flesh, a testament to depravity.
Vash's complaints were few and fully unmeant. His cunt contracted around Wolfwood's fingers while he stretched him out, and his cries grew more needy with each thrust. Wolfwood was growing more impatient as well, and his wrist was beginning to cramp as time went on. He needed Vash so badly that it was physically painful.
After giving Vash's cunt another good thrust, Wolfwood slowly removed his fingers. They were wet and slicked together. He dragged his tongue over them, savouring the taste of Vash once more. “Y'ready?” He asked, spinning his hand in a circle to get the stiffness out of his wrist.
“Please,” Vash begged. “I'm ready.”
Hearing Vash say those words made Wolfwood's chest ache. How long have they wanted each other? Only stopping short of tearing each other apart because they were nervous? Once they did this, Wolfwood knew they'd never have to go through that awkward song and dance that led to blue balls for the both of them ever again. Thank God.
Sitting up, Wolfwood put his hands underneath Vash's ass and pulled him closer. A small laugh escaped Vash at this sudden movement and it drove Wolfwood crazy. He sat on his knees and grabbed his cock at the base. Wolfwood's eyes met Vash's as he pressed the tip of his cock to Vash's cunt. “You good?” He breathed.
“Yeah,” Vash's eyes darted down. “Just don't finish inside.” He reminded him.
Nodding, Wolfwood slowly traced his cock up and down Vash’s slick folds; even nudging it against Vash's own t-dick. Fuck, he wanted to be inside him so badly, but he also wanted to savour this. Savour Vash. Vash moaned softly each time Wolfwood's cock moved over his cunt, his breath hitching when it dragged over his entrance. A bead of pre-cum pushed from the head of Wolfwood's cock and melted into the wetness of Vash's pussy.
Knowing that he might just bottom out if he had to do so while looking him in the eye, Wolfwood made sure to stare at Vash's cunt when he finally entered him. They both groaned, and Wolfwood had to hold still for a moment just to bring himself back down. Vash was wet, but more than that he was hot. His cunt gripped Wolfwood's cock with such a force that he wondered if he would even be able to pull out at all.
“Fuck, angel.” Wolfwood breathed, pressed completely inside Vash. He leaned over Vash, bracing himself on his elbows. “You feel so good.” Vash truly had a pussy worth $$60 billion.
Wrapping his legs around Wolfwood’s waist, Vash bucked his hips up and rutted against his cock. He was breathing hard as he looked at Wolfwood, “I need you to move, Nick. I need you.”
Their faces were so close that Wolfwood could feel Vash's breath on his cheek. He physically couldn't find the energy within himself to tease Vash anymore, Wolfwood needed this, too. Without a word of a reply, Wolfwood crashed their lips together and began to fuck Vash with all of his strength. They moaned into each other's mouths as Wolfwood thrust into Vash's cunt again and again.
It was so hard for Wolfwood to move with Vash's legs wrapped so strongly around him, but he managed it. God, did Vash's cunt feel good. It felt so deep, and the way his walls squeezed and throbbed around him with every thrust drove him crazy. Wolfwood didn't know how he'd ever be expected to keep his hands off of Vash after this. How he'd even be able to sleep in this tiny bed with Vash without being overcome with the need to fuck him.
“Fuck, you're so good.” Wolfwood muttered, his voice hoarse as he broke his and Vash's kiss. “So good, so good for me.”
Pressing his face to Wolfwood's chest, Vash moaned out a mess of nonsense. His words ran into each other, the only punctuation being his moans as they peaked his words every time Wolfwood shoved deep into him. “So, so, so good! Fuck.” He cried. “Nick, please, don't stop!”
Wolfwood was hardly your average one pump chump, but God, he could barely hold himself back. It had been a while for him, too, and his recent fantasies about Vash and his tattoo hadn't helped any. He bit down on his bottom lip to distract himself from the pleasure, not even feeling pain when his teeth broke through the skin. Wolfwood would not stop. Not yet. Fucking Vash felt too good to finish this soon.
Wolfwood managed to mutter out more praises for Vash with each thrust. It was undeniable, the effect these words had on Vash. They made him whine and cry all the more while his pussy pulled Wolfwood in deeper and deeper. Fuck, if it only took a few nice words to have him react like this, then Wolfwood would call him every good word in the book. “You're doing perfect for me, blondie.” He groaned, slowing his pace only to keep from coming too soon. “You're so beautiful like this, you're bein’ so good for me. Takin’ it all so well.”
At that point, Wolfwood couldn't tell if Vash was making noises of pleasure, or actually crying. Vash's arm wrapped around his neck and his fingers dug into the longer hair at the back of Wolfwood's neck. He pulled Wolfwood closer and brought their lips together again.
Wolfwood could feel the wetness of Vash’s face, taste the salt of his tears on his lips. The battered exhales of their breathing as they sighed and moaned into each other. Why did this man, this walking beacon of destruction whose halo rose from the angered dust of the desert, feel so good? Wolfwood never wanted to leave him. And why did it take them both so long to finally fuck each other?
His orgasm was building again, hot and eager in the pit of his stomach. Wolfwood didn't know how much longer he could put it off, but he knew he wouldn't cum until he saw Vash's tattoo again. Barely managing to pull his mouth away from Vash's, Wolfwood began to fervently press his lips to his neck. He did his best to slow his thrusts even more, but it was hard with how well Vash's cunt squeezed him.
“Angel, angel,” Wolfwood spoke quietly, his words punctuated with kiss after kiss. “Turn over.”
It took Vash a moment to register what Wolfwood was saying to him, but the moment Wolfwood bit down on the sensitive skin of his neck, some of his horny brain fog lifted. “Ugh, but why?”
Nick heaved a heavy sigh against Vash's neck as he bit and sucked a small bruise into the skin there. He was tired of denying it. “Because I want t’see that stupid fuckin’ tattoo.”
Vash was silent for a moment too long. “Huh?”
“You heard me,” Taking the moment to surprise Vash, Wolfwood gave a shallow thrust into him. “I can't get those roses out of my head.”
“I thought-” Vash bit his lip as Wolfwood fucked him. “I thought you didn't like it. You were makin’-” He gasped when Wolfwood pressed hard and deep inside him. “Makin’ fun of it.”
“It's the stupidest fuckin’ thing I've ever seen, but I can't get it out of my head.” Wolfwood admitted. “Alright? Happy?” He thrust into Vash again and then stopped. “Now are you gonna turn over or what?”
Unfortunately, Vash was not too horny to be pleased about this knowledge. He grinned, “I can't if you're inside me.” He laughed softly.
“And I can't move if y'got your legs locked around me.” Wolfwood shot back.
“Oh-” Vash released his hold on Wolfwood's hair and untangled his legs from around him, shifting slightly off his cock in the process. “Sorry.”
“Mhm,” Wolfwood muttered. He knew he'd hate himself when this was all over for telling Vash he liked his dumb tattoo, but right now all he wanted to do was to keep fucking him until they were both a mess. He slowly pulled out of Vash, hissing as the wonderful feeling of his hot, tight cunt was replaced with the cold feeling air of the room. It took all of Wolfwood’s strength to not plunge right back into Vash at that point, but he withstood the temptation. Hopefully this small break would be enough for his orgasm to die back down so he could last a little longer.
Once Wolfwood pulled out, Vash whined and closed his legs. He pushed himself up and switched over to his stomach. He held himself up on his knees with his ass in the air, and braced his front half on his one arm. “Like this?” Vash asked, shaking his ass and showing off the tattoo he now knew Wolfwood loved. Vash had managed to grab the single pillow from the head of the bed and position it under his own head for a little support.
With barely fighting back the urge to roll his eyes at Vash's newfound cockiness, Wolfwood nodded. He wanted to be irritated, but hell… Vash did have a pretty good ass, and he was finally able to see that stupid tramp stamp again. There wasn't a lot of room on the small bed, but Wolfwood managed to bend himself in half to kiss the tattoo. The faded ink felt hot under his lips, fevered. God, he couldn't get enough of it.
As he sat up, Wolfwood grabbed Vash's ass in both hands and squeezed. Vash was a pretty scrawny lookin’ guy, not very much meat on his bones despite his weight and strength. But his ass? God, his ass was soft and plump under Wolfwood's fingers. As he gripped it, he saw the skin that bore Vash's tramp stamp move ever so slightly. He wondered what it would look like when he fucked him from behind.
Wolfwood wasn't going to wait any longer to find out. With one hand still on Vash's ass, he grabbed his still-hard cock, and rubbed it against the slit of Vash's cunt, trying to find his entrance. It took two tries for Wolfwood to finally press into Vash again, he was so slick that Wolfwood slipped out the first time. But once inside his cunt again, Wolfwood felt good. He felt Vash's warmth and tightness around him and sighed.
“You good?” Wolfwood asked, unmoving inside Vash. He didn't know how he'd like the new position, and even with how much he wanted to fuck Vash like this, he wouldn't force it if Vash didn't like it.
“Mmmm,” Vash whined. “Very good.”
It seemed with Wolfwood's cock back in him, Vash was robbed of his temporary smugness at knowing Wolfwood's true feelings about his tattoo. That was good, but Wolfwood was also looking forward to fucking all intelligible words from Vash's mouth until he was as nonsensical as a belligerent drunk. He supposed he still could, Wolfwood was certain Vash wouldn't have any objections to that at least.
When Wolfwood began to fuck Vash properly again, he was struck by how much deeper he felt he could reach in this new position. He loved it. The deeper his cock fucked Vash's insides, the hotter his cunt felt. It didn't last long before Vash's single arm of support gave way and his face was buried in the pillow. This position gave Wolfwood so much more freedom to move, as well. With Vash's legs no longer keeping him in place, Wolfwood could pull out to the very tip before slamming roughly into Vash. Each time he did this, Vash moaned loudly as if all the air was knocked from his lungs.
Wolfwood's thrusts were longer and less shallow than before, he could afford to go slower now. He wanted Vash to cum. He wanted to make Vash feel as twice as good as he was making him feel. He continued to pull out slowly, teasingly, while Vash whined and begged, only to plunge hard into him over and over again. This rhythm got the biggest reaction from Vash so far, his cunt was squeezing him harder than before, and he was crying out so loudly that Wolfwood was certain they'd receive a noise complaint in the morning.
“C'mon, angel.” Wolfwood urged. “Tell me what you need. I need you to cum for me.”
“I-I,” Vash's voice was shaky as Wolfwood brought his hips back, only to slam his cock into his cunt again. Vash’s face was buried into the pillow with the force and his moans were muddled for only a second. “Please,” He whined, voice high and cracking. “Just go faster. F-Faster just like this.”
That was all Wolfwood needed to hear. He took Vash by the hips and began to rut into him fast and hard, making sure to slam his cock as deep as he could into Vash's cunt before pulling back and doing it again. Vash's wails grew louder with each thrust and Wolfwood felt himself losing control once more. He couldn't cum, not yet when Vash was so close. He had to hold out just a bit longer, just to see Vash through his own orgasm.
“Fuck,” Wolfwood unknowingly dug his nails into the flesh of Vash's ass, pinching the skin roughly. “Just like that, angel. You're squeezin’ me so damn good.”
“Nick, Nick, Nick, fuck.” Vash cried, each one of Wolfwood’s hard thrusts shoving his body forward. “I'm- fuck.”
Vash's cunt squeezed down hard around Wolfwood’s cock. That squeezing pressure was what sent Wolfwood over the edge, there was no more delaying his orgasm. “Shit,” He breathed heavily, wishing he could savour the throbbing feeling of Vash's orgasm around his dick. He quickly pulled out and used his hand to finish rubbing out his own orgasm.
Wolfwood pulled out just in time. It felt the moment he did, his cock throbbed while ropes of thick cum shot from the head. They landed here and there, painting over Vash's tramp stamp and covering it in white. “Fuck , there it is.” Wolfwood groaned. He continued rubbing his cock, which was slick from Vash's pussy, until his orgasm was through. By the time he finished, the cum was dripping from Vash’s tattoo down his ass. Man, he wished he had a camera to capture that perfect sight.
With his chest heaving, and his body beginning to feel pleasantly loose, Wolfwood noticed the marks his nails had made in Vash’s skin. He reached up and gently rubbed them with his palms. “You good there, blondie?” He asked quietly.
Vash said something unintelligible with his face buried into the pillow. He lifted his hand and gave a shaky thumbs up. “Y-Yeah,” His voice cracked. Vash dropped his hand and pushed himself up on his arm. “I'm good, but I can't move without makin’ a mess.”
“Maybe I should leave you here a little longer then,” Wolfwood teased, already standing from the bed. “And admire my work.”
“Stop being mean to me,” Vash frowned, dropping fully to his stomach.
Rolling his eyes, Wolfwood walked to the bathroom and rolled up some toilet paper. He came back to the bed and carefully wiped his cum off of Vash's back.
Vash let him do this without complaint, and when Wolfwood was finished, he rolled on to his back and looked at him. There was a smile on his face that made Wolfwood's chest grow tight.
“What’s that look for?” Asked Wolfwood. He tossed the used toilet paper into the small garbage can in the room.
“You like my tattoo.” Vash grinned.
“Oh for-” Wolfwood muttered. “You're not going to let me live that down, are you?”
“I'm gonna tease you just as much as you teased me when you first saw it.” Vash sat up and braced leaned back on his arm. “I think that's fair.”
That was fair, but that didn't mean Wolfwood liked it. He bit his lip and looked away from Vash, to all of his clothing and Vash's bath towel on the floor.
There was a heavy silence for a moment.
“So…” Vash looked away and poked Wolfwood in the leg with his foot. “Will this happen again?”
“I sure as hell hope so.” Although he felt he answered a little too quickly, it was the truth. “I mean, we already fool around here and there.” He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Vash. “Do you want to..?”
Vash's face brightened, he nodded. “Yeah, but honestly- I'd like to do everything a bit more.”
“And what's everything?”
“The foolin’ around, the kissing-” Vash looked away briefly. “The nice names.” He said, dropping his voice.
“Aw, needle noggin-”
“That's not the name I meant.”
“Yeah,” Wolfwood pushed himself off the bed once more and stretched. His shoulders popped and he sighed. “I get ya, angel.” He saw the smile on Vash's face grow and quickly turned away. “I'm gettin’ in the shower. If I come back and you're hoggin’ the bed I'm gonna make your ass sleep on the floor.”
Vash’s laugh sounded tired. “Alright, but don’t leave me waiting too long.”
“Mhm,” Wolfwood then ducked into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and looked at himself in the mirror. His skin looked warm and flush and the way his reflection was smiling surprised him. “Who would’a thought that tattoo…” He shook his head and turned to the shower. He fiddled with the nobs before the shower head sprayed down hot water.
Maybe it wasn’t such a stupid tattoo afterall.