( he doesn't want to put any distance between them. goddamn everything, he doesn't, but he's not sure what else to do, what else he can do now that the moment has shifted. it feels like it's drifting away from him, little by little even though he hasn't stepped away from him completely, like he's watching himself outside of his own body make the worst fucking mistake he could possibly make.
don't you dare. don't you fucking dare. don't be a coward.
wait, vash says, and even if it's probably the softest thing he's ever heard in his life, even if he's not entirely sure he hears it at all in the first place it's enough to have wolfwood pausing. stopping before he can even think to put one foot in front of the other and step away from him completely, hope fluttering in his chest like the beat of a thousand tiny wings against his ribs, and he thinks —
no. he doesn't. he doesn't think for once in his god-forsaken life before he's reaching to curl that same hand over the side of the blond's neck, the pad of his thumb pressing just beneath the edge of his jaw in an attempt to tip his face upward. it isn't quite gentle, but it isn't quite harsh, but the press of lips against lips is sweet enough to counter anything that might be perceived as such. even with as abrupt as it is.
wait.
don't go.
don't leave me again, you stupid bastard.
wolfwood inhales sharply through his nose, pressing forward until he has vash fully backed up against the tree, the fingers of his other hand still hooked into the punisher's straps but he barely feels the weight of it at all, a familiar thing in the back of his mind dwarfed by the unfamiliar pressure against his mouth, warm and soft and the kind of sweet that's bound to leave you with a couple of cavities. at the very least, a bit of a toothache.
almost too gently, he sucks vash's bottom lip between his own and nibbles at it, something of a tease and something to keep him grounded all at once, like there's any chance he's going to be able to convince himself that this isn't actually happening.
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don't you dare. don't you fucking dare. don't be a coward.
wait, vash says, and even if it's probably the softest thing he's ever heard in his life, even if he's not entirely sure he hears it at all in the first place it's enough to have wolfwood pausing. stopping before he can even think to put one foot in front of the other and step away from him completely, hope fluttering in his chest like the beat of a thousand tiny wings against his ribs, and he thinks —
no. he doesn't. he doesn't think for once in his god-forsaken life before he's reaching to curl that same hand over the side of the blond's neck, the pad of his thumb pressing just beneath the edge of his jaw in an attempt to tip his face upward. it isn't quite gentle, but it isn't quite harsh, but the press of lips against lips is sweet enough to counter anything that might be perceived as such. even with as abrupt as it is.
wait.
don't go.
don't leave me again, you stupid bastard.
wolfwood inhales sharply through his nose, pressing forward until he has vash fully backed up against the tree, the fingers of his other hand still hooked into the punisher's straps but he barely feels the weight of it at all, a familiar thing in the back of his mind dwarfed by the unfamiliar pressure against his mouth, warm and soft and the kind of sweet that's bound to leave you with a couple of cavities. at the very least, a bit of a toothache.
almost too gently, he sucks vash's bottom lip between his own and nibbles at it, something of a tease and something to keep him grounded all at once, like there's any chance he's going to be able to convince himself that this isn't actually happening.
finally. finally. )