#( hmmmm I think your next post could probably end it? unless you'd prefer I'd do it then I can do it after that! )

[orangetintedglasses]

He had noticed that; seemed like Wolfwood hadn't wanted to take advantage of a 'bad' situation, even when he'd been given permission, and it would have been fairly easy to feel like a creep with that kind of power over someone. His undertaker really did have a very good heart (despite other's attempts to harden it for their own purposes), beating just underneath layers and layers of invisible scars.

"You're a good man, Wolfwood... a good man who really did a number on these tights~." he teased warmly, tilting his head with a smile, "stuff like this is cheap, you know. Could always pick some up... we'll probably have to get you a new shirt, anyway..."

... mm, he wanted to kiss him more, but the man really was soaked...! So now he'd use the apron to mop the mess from Wolfwood's face, grabbing up some of the front of it with both hands and bringing it up, getting both cheeks at once. Normally there would've been... well, embarrassment from the fact that the flood had come from him. Right now, Vash only felt distant awareness of that fact. It'd already happened, so there was no need to be concerned.

Guess those commands were sticking, still.

"I'm not tired yet, though, and I want to help you feel good, too. Let me? Please, Nick...?"

Wolfwood strokes Vash's hair, running his fingers from scalp to nape as Vash takes what he wants from him. He can't help the chuckle that accompanies a little scrunch of his face when his partner licks him—it goes straight to his dick, of course, but he has to admit it's a little weird. Then again, Vash is more than a little weird.

Despite the sheer volume of slick he'd already consumed, he's not tired of the way it tastes—especially when it's from Vash's tongue and lips. Wolfwood releases a strained sigh at the feel of the gentle hand caressing his ribs and passing over his old, branded sigil of ownership as though he's blessing away the evil of it. If only it were so easy to exorcise the demons of his past, he would let Vash do it.

"Mmm, you don't have to," Wolfwood's mouth betrays his obvious arousal, even though he's perfectly content to only tend to Vash. He strains against the seam of his dress pants, completely filled out. "I can handle it on my own if you're tired, starshine. Just figured I'd use my power for good instead of makin' you do that kinda stuff for me. Didn't seem right."