( nicholas expects him to pull away from the touch when he gives a response like that — from this angle, he can't really tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing — but the thing is that he doesn't want him to, some part of his own repressed self craving the closeness without realizing it, and once he does realize it, it's going to take everything in him to pull himself away, because he doesn't feel like he deserves it.
it's here in the interim where nothing is sure that he soaks in the warmth of him, his other hand slipping down from his collar and making its way around to the middle of his back, arm curling around him quite without his permission, like his body is ready to go to war with his mind if he thinks to put any real distance between them.
close like this, he swears he can feel vash's pulse, and if he were to turn his head just so he could press a kiss there, barely-there, like a secret between them. he thinks about it — and then he thinks about how he doesn't deserve that, either — and he lets out a sigh that ends with him bonking his own forehead against the blond's shoulder, stupid, stupid, stupid echoing in the back of his mind as he taps a reprimand against his collarbone with index and middle fingers. )
Don't do it for me, Spikey. Do it for you. ( his words are just a little bit muffled because he can't be assed to pull back enough to speak properly, so vash is probably going to feel his mouth moving against his shoulder. nbd. ) But … thanks, for tryin' at all. That's all I'm askin'.
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it's here in the interim where nothing is sure that he soaks in the warmth of him, his other hand slipping down from his collar and making its way around to the middle of his back, arm curling around him quite without his permission, like his body is ready to go to war with his mind if he thinks to put any real distance between them.
close like this, he swears he can feel vash's pulse, and if he were to turn his head just so he could press a kiss there, barely-there, like a secret between them. he thinks about it — and then he thinks about how he doesn't deserve that, either — and he lets out a sigh that ends with him bonking his own forehead against the blond's shoulder, stupid, stupid, stupid echoing in the back of his mind as he taps a reprimand against his collarbone with index and middle fingers. )
Don't do it for me, Spikey. Do it for you. ( his words are just a little bit muffled because he can't be assed to pull back enough to speak properly, so vash is probably going to feel his mouth moving against his shoulder. nbd. ) But … thanks, for tryin' at all. That's all I'm askin'.