#( getting shifted slightly into plantspace just to come out and be immediately fuckin' turned on AGAIN-- )

[orangetintedglasses]

It was... so easy. Almost too easy. Even with Wolfwood struggling for a moment, once he figured out what he needed to spark the process, the link between them formed as easily and as passively as breathing-- and Vash could feel the undertaker's presence as it wound around his own.

So he can do it...

He'd been too embroiled in kicking himself that he hadn't even thought to hide that stuff away before they connected, and it was far too late now; Wolfwood was there, and Vash was focused on the feeling of being the recipient of the connection, eventually opening unfocused eyes to look up and into the face of the other; similarly entranced by the patterns on Wolfwood's skin.

But the undertaker was talking. Talking and laughing, and the sound reverberated through the entirety of his physical being-- forcing Vash to snap back to the (human) forefront just to stop, and blink, and watch as Wolfwood started to squirm. What was he...?

... oh. Oh. Alright, he, uh--

Any internal grumbling was swiftly silenced. Most of his thoughts were as desire strolled right on in, pushing everything else aside like it owned the place and leaving Vash's face as red as the ribbon dangling between them. Fascination followed close behind, but it was a definitely a secondary character-- hell, maybe even a tertiary one --compared to the heat and the affection and the lust that found purchase again. Those feelings all reached out, brushed against the undertaker's mind... just to let him know, loud and clear, just how fucking hot the blond found that move.

Yeah. Yeah, that was the welcome he'd been expecting-- because who the hell had time to be embarrassed or pouty or self-loathing about whatever when their partner had found yet another way to be so goddamn attractive--

"G-guess I'm not the only one with tricks like that..." Vash breathed, blinking wide, still-glowing eyes at he just... stared at the ribbon. Remembering himself and his own physical presence, he realized that now he could get Wolfwood flush against the wall. Now he could get in close enough; nudging that ribbon aside with his face so he could rest his chin in the divot of Wolfwood's collarbone, and look up at him with warm, hazy eyes.

Kiss me. Kiss me kiss me kiss me

Wolfwood cocks an eyebrow, scanning Vash's expression before he offers himself up for the connection. It seems... complicated. Very Vash-like of him to be overthinking something right before they bang, luckily he won't be able to hide stupid thoughts away from him if they're surface level like that one clearly was.

"Aw, I don't get to see your pretty eyes?" Wolfwood rumbles in a soothing tone, attempting to remember how to do the Plant thing. It was so easy before, not that he meant to do it, but here he is admittedly nervous. What if he messes up? Is this dangerous?

Swallowing down his fear, Wolfwood clenches his eyes shut and tries to focus. Focus on... Vash. Focus on... them. Together. Gunsmoke, whiskey, flora, and sweetness. The taste of Vash's lips, the way he feels when he's the one on top, the clamminess of their skin touching in the throes of passion... he closes his eyes and he's there, experiencing everything all at once.

The broken crown of Plant markings manifests across his forehead and temples while his eyes alight with a starry white glow. He leans forward as if beckoned and it's as if they're sparks on tinder, the way they immediately, seamlessly connect to each other. Eyelids half-lowered, Wolfwood catches his breath as he admires Vash and his perfectly symmetrical patterns. Hypnotic. They're so... hypnotic.

... And then instead of being welcomed into their shared space, Wolfwood just gets a headful of 'should've untied him's and awkward grumbling. He laughs, then begins to shuffle and wiggle against Vash's body, clearly doing something with his hands against the wall.

"You coulda just said somethin', idiot," Wolfwood teases without any bite to it, "I'm your present, but it doesn't mean that you have to keep me tied up."

Using his entire core, he squeezes his thighs around Vash tightly and with one quick movement the undertaker is holding the perfectly in-tact ribbon in the air in front of his lover's face. He lets himself fall back against the wall once more, this time providing a much more comfortable position for what Vash intends to do, and smirks wide.

Wasn't so hard, was it?