#part of this is from my smutty wingfic that’s like 9k now

[flowercitti]

PLEASE!! 2 for the spicy asks!!! best day of my life oml

Thank you sm for sending an ask! 🫶💐💖💐 I cheated slightly bc part of this is a wip of mine I had already and the other part is stuff I added on, but its finneee. 🌸 hope you enjoy!

2. Open your mouth for me.

“Nico?” He murmurs, and Vash’s breath is a gentle fan over his mouth.

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me?” He whispers, and Nick can feel his lips move as he talks, so close to pressing together but not quite.

Wolfwood’s chest swells, warm and constricting as something he can’t name skitters across his skin. He tilts forward and Vash’s breath catches when their mouths finally meet. Wolfwood sighs, parting for a split second only to press forward again, chaste and soft. A broken sound pitches in Vash’s throat, chest a stuttering rumble as his hips rock into him at a slow, languid pace. The kiss is careful and gentle for several moments, heat pooling like spools of honey in Wolfwood’s gut. Vash’s lips are soft, their noses brushing against each other when they part for a different angle. Vash makes quiet, contended noises, shivering under the hand petting at his large wings.

Then Wolfwood’s thumb finds Vash’s chin, urging it down just slightly. “Open your mouth for me, Angel.” He breathes and Vash easily follows the order, lips parting under gentle urging. “Good. Good boy.” Nick rasps and Vash shudders, eyes rolling just slightly as his thumb traces over his slick bottom lip, pulling it down and exposing the sharp fangs on the bottom row of his teeth.

He presses his thumb down against his tongue, watching as Vash sucks it into his mouth, pale lashes fluttering as he moans. There’s a spark over his skin, a trickle of heady want at the sight. His hand twists and he eases two fingers into Vash’s mouth instead, massaging over his tongue, Vash’s breath hot as he whines around him. He licks between the two fingers, sucking them down until they brush the back of his throat. He makes a small noise but doesn’t choke, easily accepting the intrusion as he moans around his fingers, giving them the same attention he would as if there were a cock in his mouth. He fucks into his throat, slow thrusts that have Vash’s hips straining forward, swallowing thickly as he lets Nicholas use him. He moans, low and muffled as he breathes through his nose, drool spilling from his full mouth. Wolfwood’s breath catches, unable to look away from his flushed cheeks, the flicker of white feathers and his wet lashes.

“N’ck.” He mumbles, his hand reaching up to hold Nicholas’s wrist in place. His tongue swirls around his fingers, his hips rolling forward, the patch between his legs only growing wetter. He can feel Vash’s thighs clench, his thumb smoothing over his knuckles as he takes him as deep as he can.

Nick breathes out heavily and pulls his fingers away, thumb catching on Vash’s glossed bottom lip as he whines, keeping him open and panting.

Wolfwood hums, licking into his slack mouth, tracing over the soft ridges of his palate. Vash moans, wings shivering around him, flexing against Nick’s back, making sure he’s locked close. Wolfwood’s tongue laps over his teeth, tracing over sharp canines as Vash whines against him. His palm slides up to the wing on his cheek, curling over the twitching feathers, thumbing against his secondaries. He nips at Vash’s bottom lip before swiping his tongue over the sting, swallowing his quiet whimper. Vash’s tongue presses against his on every other swipe, moaning as more drool curls down over his chin, panting into Wolfwood’s mouth.

He pulls back with a wet pop, catching his breath and watching as Vash’s eyes flicker open, pale lashes caught with moisture.

He pats his face like he would a pet, palming over his feathers. “Good boy.”