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Seasons still come to the desert, barren and sandblasted as it may be.
Springtime goes mostly unnoticed by the natives. It's all too short and gone too soon, mourned only by farmers and homesteaders who appreciate the few scattered days of rain.
But Vash always knows when it's spring.
It starts as a little itch at the base of his spine, barely enough to pay attention to. Sometimes he doesn't even notice until the tingle starts to spread through his body, electrifying his skin and setting him alight like every nerve ending is made of sunshine. It makes him dizzy, uncoordinated, heavy-limbed. If he stops focusing on trying to keep control, everything goes soft around the edges and his brain gets a little hazy.
The first time it happened he thought he was dying, but by now, he's more than used to it. It takes a lot out of him to mentally dull all his senses and focus on something - anything other than the evergreen ache in his chest and between his legs - and to suppress the overwhelming urge to...
He still isn't quite sure if there's a scientific name for what happens to him every spring. He's just started calling it a heat like some animals have, since plants and animals are sort of close enough if you really think about it. The only other word he can think of is pollinate, and thinking of himself as pollinating others is just really embarrassing and crude.
Especially since he doesn't want to actually pollinate anyone, he's the one that wants to be -
"Hey! Needle-noggin! You get your head any further up there in the clouds and you'll start losin' oxygen." Wolfwood's gruff voice snaps Vash out of his stupor.
Reality descends upon Vash with the delicate subtlety of a hand grenade.
"What! Sorry! Ow!"
That last part is directed at the awning Vash has just smacked his head into so hard his sunglasses have fallen off one ear.
Wolfwood stares at him blankly, shifting the cigarette between his lips from one corner of his mouth to the other, and Vash feels like he may slide backwards down the steps of the shop if he thinks too hard about Wolfwood's tongue rolling behind his teeth.
"The hell is wrong with you?"
Vash manages a weak chuckle in response as Wolfwood shoves the box of supplies into his arms, nearly tipping right off the shop porch at the force.
In truth, Wolfwood had barely used any to hand the box over. But Vash feels unnaturally delicate right now, like a single brittle stalk of brown grass fighting against the scorching summer sun.
He may faint.
"What? You're gonna faint?"
Vash had definitely thought that and not said it out loud. He'd just thought that, right?
"Christ, Spikey, just go wait somewhere in the shade. You look like you're about to keel over."
"Okay," Vash croaks, obediently shuffling off to God knows where, the box in his arms feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds.
He wanders in a daze through the small outpost before finding a shady overhang that he thinks is sort of close to where Wolfwood parked the bike, maybe. He sits down hard on the ground, the impact jolting up his spine in a way that makes his back arch. And that immediately only makes him think of his back arched under Wolfwood, his rough hands against his skin -
"Shut up!" Vash hisses at his own traitorous brain, pressing both fists against the sides of his head.
He hasn't felt this loss of control over himself when the seasons changed since he was - God, has he ever felt like this? Like he's coming loose at the seams? Like his skin burns, his head pounds, his muscles ache, like a stiff breeze could knock him on his ass? He crosses his legs as hard as he can to dull the throbbing between them, squeezing his eyes shut.
If he's lucky, Wolfwood will finish the supply run soon and they'll get on the road again. If he's unlucky - Well, the same thing will happen, really, because all he wants right now is to be close to him but he can't keep his mind straight from how much he wants him, and -
He bonks his forehead with his prosthetic arm and resigns himself to a very uncomfortable wait.
•••
They make it to a motel right as the sky turns pink and purple with sunset.
Vash has managed to hold himself together the whole ride in an absolutely spectacular manner, if he must say so himself. Sure, his palm may have indents from how hard he was digging his fingers into it trying not to focus on Wolfwood's scent on the wind, and his thighs and back may feel like someone's run him over with a truck from how tense he's been, but he's not embarrassed himself once.
Which is to say, he's kept his mouth shut the whole time and not said a thing, sitting stock still like he'd put down roots and started growing out of the sidecar.
"Can you handle check-in, or are you going to be fuckin' weird again?"
Vash's face falls immediately when Wolfwood cuts the engine, his eyes going wide as he stares up at him from the sidecar.
"I was being weird?"
Wolfwood stares at him as if Vash has grown three extra heads and two of them purple.
"...Yes. You didn't say a single thing the whole ride and you looked like you were about to blow chunks over the side the entire time."
And he's been trying so hard to maintain his wildly thin veneer of normalcy. Vash can't hide the whimper of despair that escapes his throat.
If Wolfwood's eyes flash behind his sunglasses at the sound, well, Vash is too preoccupied to notice.
"I can handle check-in!" Vash stumbles off the bike with all the grace of a newborn foal, collapsing to one knee on the cracked pavement as he disentangles himself from, well, himself, struggling to a stand. "I'll get us separate rooms!"
His voice is too loud. Why's he so loud? And he's so itchy. And sticky. Everything is so incredibly sticky, especially his underwear. Which he is definitely not thinking about right now. Fuck.
"...Okay," Wolfwood draws the word out, and Vash's stomach does a little flip-flop at his throaty drawl. "We always get separate rooms, I don't - Know why you felt the need to clarify that..."
Vash freezes mid-stride to the office.
He's right. They do always get separate rooms. There was absolutely no need to clarify that, was there?
"Um," Vash states, eloquently so, the toe of his boot scuffing hard against the sandblasted pavement. "I thought, you know, just in case you ever wanted to - Cut costs, and - Everything, but, you're right! We always get separate rooms, I'm - Gonna go check in now!"
He spins on his heel and continues walking for the office, priding himself on the single shred of dignity he has left that keeps him from running all the way there.
•••
Wolfwood leans against the bike and watches Vash full-on sprint to the motel's dingy office.
"Jesus Christ," Wolfwood mumbles under his breath, lighting another cigarette as he watches the blonde through the dirty glass windows of the little building.
Vash has been acting weird for days - Weirder than his average weirdness, which is saying something.
He's been off his game completely. Head in the clouds, spooked by the smallest things, acting jumpier than a stray cat whenever Wolfwood comes too close.
He's been trying to figure out what's going on this entire time. He's run the gamut of everything from Vash being secretly dosed up on some mind-altering drug to being double-crossed to them being hunted by something that scares even Vash and shot down all of them in turn. None of them make any kind of sense in reality, much less any kind of sense for Vash personally. He's not... He's not like that. If it was something that could affect them both, he'd have told him by now.
He was beginning to give up the ghost on ever figuring it out until the little stunt in the parking lot Vash just pulled.
Wolfwood is attracted to Vash. It would be stupid and pointless to deny it, so he doesn't - Vash is a knockout when he keeps his damn mouth shut, and when he opens it, well, sometimes it's a little endearing, just a little.
He's usually good at telling when a guy is into him. He's always had a knack for feeling people out regardless of the situation, and, well, attraction is a pretty easy thing to spot even if you don't have an eye for it.
And Vash?
He catches Vash staring at him a little too long with those big pretty blue eyes when he thinks Wolfwood isn't looking. He feels the way his touch lingers when he's binding up his injuries. The way his voice softens when he says his name.
He's pretty sure it's mutual. But Vash is cagey, enigmatic, he always seems to pull away when things get too real. Vash seems to crave his company but Wolfwood can feel there's something in him holding him back from really expressing himself. Maybe it's just that Wolfwood isn't that easy to be around. Wouldn't be the first time he's heard it.
Vash manages to get them both checked in without starting some sort of natural disaster. Their rooms are far away this time, on the other side of the motel. Wolfwood notices Vash's odd tone of relief when he relays this information, so he decides to try something a little stupid.
"Watch yourself, needle-noggin," he mumbles as Vash nearly catches his boot against a broken edge of the sidewalk, and he reaches out a hand to steady him, pressed right up in the small of Vash's back.
The effect is instantaneous.
Vash's knees buckle like he's just had his ankles kicked out from under him, and Wolfwood swears he hears a little noise escape his throat that's absolutely not appropriate for the situation.
Huh, he thinks. So it's like that?
"Wolfwood! I - I got it, thanks!" Vash recoils from his hand like he's been burned, cheeks flushed as bright red as his jacket. "So this is my room, I'll see you tomorrow, bye!"
The door is slammed quite unceremoniously in his face.
"Huh," Wolfwood muses to the door, adjusting his grip on the Punisher over his shoulder.
He's pretty sure he's got an idea of what's happening now. He didn't sleep through biology and ecology lessons as a kid, after all - Well, not all of them.
He walks off to his room, rolling his cigarette his teeth, thoughts bouncing between how he isn't sure he can take much more of Vash acting like this, and how much more Vash can take before he breaks.
•••
All Vash wants to do at this point is take the coldest shower he's ever taken, crawl into bed with the covers over his head, and maybe jack off until his arm is numb or smother himself for being such an idiot. He's having trouble deciding between the two.
So, naturally, someone tries to blow up his room with an RPG as he fiddles with the knobs in the shower.
Wolfwood's on the guy before Vash can even react, taking out a kneecap with one of his handguns and leveling it between the hunter's eyes as Vash nearly tackles him to the ground before he can pull the trigger.
The hunter limps away in the chaos as Vash lurches to wrench the gun out of Wolfwood's hand, and when their bodies press together in the struggle Vash feels as if his brain is exploding. His knees give out and the gun clatters to the ground, head spinning. Wolfwood catches him before he hits the pavement, big hand coming up to grip his jaw as he snaps his fingers in front of his eyes, and Vash's vision nearly goes white from the spike of arousal shooting straight to his cunt.
"Hi," Vash rasps as Wolfwood pulls him to his feet, mostly unsuccessfully as he immediately collapses into his arms.
"God almighty, Spikey," Wolfwood groans as he shifts his arms to loop under Vash's armpits, half-dragging him across the parking lot to the undamaged half of the motel, towards his room.
"You're covered plaster dust. No blood, though. You okay?" Wolfwood manages to get the door open and, not unkindly, dump him onto the edge of the single bed.
The whole room smells like Wolfwood already, cigarettes and sand and gunsmoke and leather, and Vash doubles over, fingers digging into his hair.
"Look, Blondie, go get cleaned up. You'll feel better once you don't look like a house just fell on you."
Vash rises immediately at the command, more interested in putting distance between himself and Wolfwood than anything else. He can't be in this tiny enclosed room with him, nearly touching him, having just had his hands on him -
"Thank you," Vash barely manages as he stumbles into the bathroom, slamming the door before he can hear Wolfwood's response.
He's never stripped out of his clothes so fast. Every inch of his skin feels like it's on fire, every one of his nerves burning with electricity. He barely manages to get his arm and compression sleeve off by himself before he staggers into the shower, the prosthetic unceremoniously dropped into the motel sink. It's too heavy, the sleeve too constricting, and Vash doesn't want anything touching him right now but water.
He's never been so grateful that most motels don't have hot water. The icy shower is just what he needs, and the longer he stands there, leaning against the wall with his face turned up to the spray, the little calmer he feels. The water runs brown with sand and dust from the explosion, then gray, then clear, and by then Vash's head doesn't feel like it may explode.
His skin still feels too tight and itchy, and every brush of his fingers over his body feels like a lightning strike. He's so worked up that it hurts - His cunt is absolutely aching, and every shift of his hips sends a new spike of arousal so intense it's painful.
The thought of going back to the room in this state, seeing Wolfwood, breathing his scent and sharing his space, makes him dizzy. His fingers slowly uncurl from a fist, inching downwards across the scarred expanse of his torso. Maybe if he could just - Just a little, just to take the edge off...
"Can I come in?" Wolfwood's voice is dry from the other side of the door, and Vash yanks his hand away from between his legs so fast he nearly gives himself a black eye.
"Y-Yeah," Vash stutters. It's not exactly uncommon for them to have shared a bathroom before when lodgings were scarce, and Vash is the one who invaded Wolfwood's room, after all.
So there shouldn't be anything weird about it. He's sure Wolfwood just wants to piss, or shave, or make sure Vash didn't pass out in his shower and hit his head on the porcelain and die in there, naked and horny and stupid -
"Can I come in?" Wolfwood's voice is much closer now, right from the other side of the shower curtain.
Vash didn't even hear the door open. Shit.
"Um," Vash swallows hard around the lump in his throat, staring at Wolfwood's broad silhouette through the shower curtain. "You're already in?"
Wolfwood sighs then, and Vash can picture him rolling his jaw, his shoulders, his eyes.
"Vash. Can I come in?"
Wolfwood has never called him by his name before. The sound of it on his lips makes Vash's knees weak, his toes curl, his head spin. Despite his stupid heat-addled brain, he knows exactly what Wolfwood is asking. Somehow that simple question says more than an explanation ever could - He knows what's going on, maybe not the whole story, but he knows, and he wants.
Wolfwood wants him.
"Yes," Vash whispers.
He wonders for a moment if he was loud enough to be heard over the shower, until he sees Wolfwood's arms over the shower curtain as he pulls off his shirt. He hears the rustle of fabric and clinking of leather and metal as his pants come off, the soft thunk of his shoes being kicked across the tile.
Vash wants to touch himself so bad his fingers twitch, but he doesn't - Doesn't want Wolfwood's first image of him naked to be him jacking off to the sound of him undressing. He'd die on the spot from embarrassment.
Wolfwood pulls the curtain back like he's ripping off a bandaid. Vash can't help but notice the catch of his breath as his eyes roam over his body, gaze hungry and wanting as he looks over every scar, every stitch, every graft and implant without a grain of judgement in his eyes.
There's only desire.
"Hey," Vash mumbles, voice tiny as Wolfwood steps inside the shower and pulls the curtain shut.
His breath comes faster as Wolfwood brackets his arms around either side of him, a smirk lifting to Wolfwood's lips as he notices.
"Hey," Wolfwood responds, voice low and throaty and the sound absolutely goes directly to Vash's cunt.
His hips twitch, drawing Wolfwood's eyes from his face down between his legs. The water is sticking his dark hair to his face and there's a droplet sliding down his collarbone between his pecs and Vash wants to lick it up so badly -
"Shit," Wolfwood breathes as he nudges Vash's legs open with his knee, one hand sliding down to press Vash's thigh against the wall of the shower, putting his cunt on full display. "You're so fuckin' worked up. How long have you been like this?"
Vash whimpers then, back arching off the wall as Wolfwood trails a knuckle down his waist to between his legs, spreading him open gently with his fingers.
"Wolfwood - Fuck, don't tease, please," Vash straight up whines from how Wolfwood's touch sets him on fire.
He knows what Wolfwood means - He knows how his pussy looks during heat, puffier than usual from unfulfilled arousal, constantly dripping wet, red and angry from not being touched.
Wolfwood chuckles soft in the back of his throat at that, his thumb rubbing a slow circle over the sensitive skin of the thigh pushed up against the wall.
"Who's teasing?" Wolfwood murmurs before he leans in, closing the distance between them and claiming Vash's lips in a kiss.
If Wolfwood wasn't supporting him, Vash would have fallen from how weak the kiss made him. He leans up immediately, arm going around Wolfwood's neck to tangle his fingers into his hair and pull him closer, relishing in the faint growl Wolfwood makes into his mouth.
Vash's lips part immediately under Wolfwood's, and when his tongue slides into his mouth, he moans so loud he's glad the shower is on. He can feel Wolfwood's cock pressing into his leg, steadily growing harder as he grinds up against him during the kiss.
"Wolfwood -" His name slips out of Vash's mouth as Wolfwood's thumb rubs circles slowly over his clit, eliciting a faint sob from Vash. "Please,"
He isn't even sure what he's begging for as Wolfwood leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses from his jaw down his throat, nipping at his ear as he passes by.
"Tell me what you want." Wolfwood's voice is low and husky as he bites Vash's lower lip, his palm rubbing between Vash's legs to cup him, middle finger tracing circles around Vash's hole.
"You. Please, God, Wolfwood, I want you," Vash's voice cracks as he grinds down onto Wolfwood's hand, pulling him by the hair into another kiss.
Kissing him feels so good, feels so right, and Vash doesn't want to stop doing it. It feels like standing in sunshine in the spring, like a breath of fresh air, like a cool drink of water. It feels like everything he wants, but right now it isn't everything he needs.
"Do you need me to -" Wolfwood starts, and Vash knows what he's going to ask, so he shakes his head back and forth so many times he slings water everywhere like an overexcited dog.
"No. No, not right now, I don't need it right now - Just need you." Vash rolls his hips down on Wolfwood's finger against him to make a point, illustrating how dripping wet and open and wanting he is without any formal prep - He never needs it when he's in heat.
Wolfwood growls again, quiet and hungry, one hand searching the shower wall to turn off the water as his other cups the back of Vash's thigh, pulling it up to hitch around his waist.
Vash hooks his other leg around Wolfwood's waist, locking them together at the small of his back as he lines his cock up against Vash's hole, other arm supporting his weight against himself and the wall.
When he thrusts inside, so deep he nearly bottoms out, Vash cums so hard he sees stars.
"Fuck!" Vash shouts, back arching off the shower wall, fingers scrabbling against Wolfwood's hair, pulling his head into his neck as he clings to him. "Fuck, fuck..."
He feels Wolfwood hesitate then as he presses sloppy kisses to his sharp collarbone and over his shoulder, and Vash shakes his head as he trembles against him, hips stuttering on Wolfwood's cock from his orgasm.
"D-Don't stop, please," Vash pants, burying his face into Wolfwood's wet hair. "I can cum - A lot. When I'm like this. I'll t-tell you if it's too much. P-Promise."
He feels Wolfwood smile against his neck as he draws his hips back slowly, kissing up Vash's neck to dig his teeth into the soft skin under his jaw as he thrusts his cock back in deep, drawing another loud moan from him.
"Whatever you say," Wolfwood smirks as he places a quick kiss to the little bruise forming under Vash's jaw.
Wolfwood drives up into him hard, pressing his forehead against Vash's shoulder as he pushes in as deep as he can go, bottoming out inside of him with a throaty groan.
"You're so fuckin' tight," Wolfwood rasps as he rocks his hips up into him, starting off steady and steadily increasing his pace, his cock slamming into Vash's cunt relentlessly.
Vash can't respond. He's lost in Wolfwood, in the feeling of his skin against his, his arms around him, his teeth digging into his neck, his lips on his, his cock filling every inch of him as he fucks him fast and hard.
It's exactly what he wants, exactly what he needs - He's fucked when he was in heat before, but it wasn't like this. It didn't feel so good. It didn't feel so right. He slots up perfectly against Wolfwood's broad torso like he was made to be there, Wolfwood's hands on him feel like they've known his body for years.
He cums again like that, with Wolfwood's cock driving into him relentlessly. Wolfwood fucks him through it, sliding a hand between Vash's legs to rub his clit the whole way through until Vash's eyes water from the intensity of his orgasm. He's shaking in Wolfwood's arms, gasping and clinging onto him, nose buried against his hair as his hips involuntarily buck from the overstimulation.
"Gonna let you down," Wolfwood whispers to him raggedly as Vash's orgasm ebbs.
He untangles Vash's legs from around his waist, hips still fucking up into him, not wasting a second until Vash's feet are both on the floor of the shower. Wolfwood pulls out then, and Vash lets out a whine somewhere between a moan and a sob at his sudden emptiness.
"Shhh, I got you," Wolfwood soothes, uncharacteristically gentle as he guides Vash to turn around and face the wall. "I got you. Bend over for me."
The command in his voice is gentle but firm, and it sends a shiver down Vash's spine. He complies immediately, bracing his arm against the back wall of the shower as he bends at the waist. Wolfwood's touch runs down his back, rough fingers tracing his scars and his spine as he wraps his palms around Vash's hips, rubbing little circles into his hipbones with his thumbs.
"God, you're - You're so beautiful," Wolfwood murmurs so quietly that Vash wonders if he even meant to say it out loud.
Wolfwood cuts off any further thought Vash has with a sharp snap of his hips as he thrusts back into his cunt. Vash's back arches up like a cat at the new angle Wolfwood's cock fucks into him at. He muffles a cry into his forearm as Wolfwood pulls his body back onto him until he's balls deep, almost all the way out, and then back in deep again. He slumps against the shower wall as Wolfwood fucks him fast and hard, losing himself in the feelings of arousal and bliss.
Wolfwood's breath starts coming in ragged pants punctuated with faint growls as his pace gets uneven, and Vash knows he's close. He tightens up to encourage him, clenching his cock as tight as he can and practically melting at the ragged groan Wolfwood makes in response.
Vash shivers as Wolfwood's forehead comes to rest on his shoulders, hips rolling into him in deep waves, bringing tiny little moans from Vash's throat.
"M'close," Wolfwood strains, bottoming out inside him and going still for a moment. "Where -"
"Inside," Vash responds immediately, grinding his hips back onto Wolfwood's, sending electricity through his whole body as Wolfwood's cock digs against him. "Cum inside me, please,"
"Fuckin' hell," is all Wolfwood manages to gasp out before he spills inside Vash, pressing as close to him as he can get.
"Nick, fuck, thank you," Vash is nearly babbling as Wolfwood's cum fills him up, hot and heavy and thick and exactly what he needs.
He burrows himself back against Wolfwood as he closes his eyes, nuzzling up against Wolfwood's jaw through his orgasm, sighing soft in the back of his throat when his hips stutter and twitch as he finishes.
They're silent for a moment, Wolfwood catching his breath against Vash's back and Vash simply reveling in the feeling of Wolfwood's cum inside him and his skin on his, until Wolfwood breaks the quiet.
"Why did you thank me?" his voice is almost amused as he plants a kiss to Vash's shoulder, slowly straightening up and helping Vash to do the same. "I'm sure I'm good, but..."
Vash flushes cherry red at that, hand coming to cover his face and hide his grin, peeking out from between his fingers.
"Oh. Um..." he stalls for time as Wolfwood pulls out of him slowly, rubbing his hips soothingly the whole time, but Vash still whimpers at the loss.
"It... It's painful." Vash slowly turns around on shaky legs, hand resting on Wolfwood's broad chest, fingers raking through the thick hair there. "If I don't do something about it. It stops hurting as much whenever I get off, but... It helps the most if someone..."
He trails off then, grabbing a towel from the rack outside the shower to dry himself off, hiding his flushed face in the thin terrycloth.
"Oh. Well, then, you're welcome?" Wolfwood chuckles, but it isn't mocking, and Vash chances a peek at him over the towel. He's climbed out of the shower and is toweling himself dry, shooting a smirk in Vash's direction. "Is the pain gone now?"
Vash bites his lip, hesitantly stepping out of the shower after a brief cleanup between his legs with a wet cloth. As much as his biology screamed at him not to do so, walking around dripping cum into his underwear was not his idea of a pleasurable evening.
"No. It doesn't really go away until it's all over in a week or two..."
Wolfwood's eyebrows shoot up as he freezes gathering his clothes from the floor, jaw slightly dropped.
"You're worked up like this and in pain for two weeks?"
Vash makes a choked noise at that, shaking his head repeatedly and waving his hand, awkwardly collecting his own clothes from the ground and arm from the sink - the sink? why'd he put it in the sink - as he shuffles out into the motel room.
"If I don't find someone to help me, yeah, it can last up to two weeks. If I get help, it's... It's only a few days. Maybe three, at the most."
Wolfwood exhales then, puffing out his cheeks and shaking his head, dumping his dirty clothes unceremoniously onto the table beside the bed.
"'Least there's that." He sits down naked on the edge of the bed and lights a cigarette, taking a deep drag and blowing smoke out of his nostrils, eyes closing briefly. "Is it still bad? You gonna be able to sleep?"
Vash shuffles to the opposite edge of the bed, placing his clothes and arm down neatly by the bedside, and after a moment's hesitation, sits down next to Wolfwood.
"It's -"
Wolfwood gives him a look through his damp bangs as he hands him the cigarette, one eyebrow raising up high. "Be honest."
Vash squirms, taking a long drag on the cigarette to avoid answering, pulling his knees up to his chest as if he could hide behind them.
"...I don't think I could sleep, no. I was really bad off before we..." Vash clears his throat awkwardly, handing the cigarette back to Wolfwood. "But it's seriously fine. I've had way worse."
Wolfwood looks him over with an appraising eye, and Vash feels the urge to shrink down into the pillows under his scrutiny, until the corner of his mouth turns up around the cigarette.
"Lay back."
Wolfwood accompanies his words with a gentle open handed push to Vash's chest, guiding him down onto the pillows.
"I - Wolfwood, you don't have to, it's -" Vash is blushing so hard he feels the heat of his own skin radiate off the pillows as Wolfwood crawls over him, taking another drag as he gazes down at him.
"You want me to?" Wolfwood asks, head cocking to one side, smoke escaping from the corners of his mouth as he speaks. "'Cause if you want me to, I'd like to."
Vash shivers at the sincerity in his words, his toes curling as his cunt throbs softly just from the sound of his voice.
"Please," he murmurs.
Wolfwood slides his hand around the back of Vash's head to bring him in for a kiss, shotgunning the last of the smoke into Vash's lips as he drops the cigarette into the ashtray by the bed.
He slides down Vash's body slowly, taking the time to kiss any scar he passes by on his way, Vash's hand coming to hide the blush it brings out on his face.
He nudges Vash's legs open, arms looping around his thighs to pull them over his shoulders, pulling his body down until his face is right up against Vash's cunt.
Wolfwood's tongue drags up him slowly, from the curve of his ass all the way to his clit, and Vash muffles a loud moan into the palm of his hand. His teeth nip against him so lightly Vash barely feels it, but it's enough to make sparks shoot across his vision. Wolfwood's fingers dig into the muscles of Vash's thighs as he wraps his lips around his clit, Vash's moan escaping through his fingers as he arches up off the bed.
Vash tangles his fingers into Wolfwood's hair, desperate for something to grip onto as Wolfwood's tongue drags over his clit in heavy circles, his head rocking slowly between his legs as his mouth works him over.
Vash bites his lip to try and quiet his own sounds, fingers tugging hard on Wolfwood's hair as he places a deep, open mouthed kiss on his clit, causing Vash's hips to lift off the bed before he's pulled back down by Wolfwood's strong arms. A whimper escapes him when Wolfwood's tongue laps against his hole, tracing around and over but never quite dipping inside.
"Nick -" Vash strains, hips squirming to buck up against his mouth, grinding his clit down against his tongue, desperate for friction. "Nick..."
Vash isn't sure what he's begging for. Wolfwood's mouth on his cunt is sending him to the sky, his head buzzing and his skin electrified and that constant throbbing ache in him so close to disappearing for a while. His head buries back against the pillow to cut off a pronounced whine as Wolfwood's tongue finally drives inside him, his thighs locking around his head to hold him in place.
The scrape of his stubble against his skin is delicious, the pressure of his fingers digging into his thighs almost sinful, the feeling of his lips and tongue against him too much to handle. He cums with a muffled cry of Wolfwood's name, hips lifting straight off the bed as he's overtaken by pleasure, every nerve in his body alight with the sensation.
Wolfwood doesn't stop licking into him, doesn't stop grinding his nose up against his clit, until Vash's thighs start to shake and he starts to whimper, broken little gasps coming from his throat as he trembles under him, heels digging so hard into the bed the springs creak.
Vash collapses down into the mattress in a slump when Wolfwood draws back, slowly disentangling his arms from Vash's legs and crawling back up his body, brows raising as he sees the tear tracks running down Vash's cheeks.
"I thought you said you'd tell me if it was too much," he murmurs, wiping Vash's eyes with his thumb so tenderly that Vash nearly feels something inside him break.
"I like it like that sometimes," he manages, drying his eyes on the edge of the pillowcase with a shaky smile, his cheeks flushed pink.
"I see," Wolfwood mumbles in amusement, leaning down and sliding his fingers through Vash's hair before pulling him into a kiss.
This kiss is different, it's lazy and languid and slow. Wolfwood lowers himself down on top of Vash as their kisses get sloppier, open mouthed and messy with exhaustion.
"Thank you," Vash breathes into Wolfwood's mouth as he rolls them onto their sides, struggling to pull the thin motel blanket over both their bodies.
"You don't need to say that, Spikey, seriously. Are you gonna thank me every time I make you cum?"
Vash elbows Wolfwood best he can from this angle, pushing his face into his shoulder to hide his blush. "I'm not thanking you just for making me cum! It's - It's about more than - Wait. Did you just insinuate we were going to do this again -"
Wolfwood silences him with another kiss, shifting in bed to pull Vash to him, Vash's back to his chest. He bites the top of his shoulder briefly as he curls his arm around his stomach, fingers trailing over the blonde trail of hair on Vash's waist.
"Shut up and go to sleep," Wolfwood says simply.
Vash grins, but his eyelids weigh a thousand pounds, and for the first time in nearly a week the ache in his core has nearly disappeared. Despite half the motel being blasted apart by a rocket, he feels safe here in Wolfwood's arms, in his bed.
Safe and warm and wanted.
It's the best sleep they've both had in weeks.