[ It doesn't have to be gentle to get Vash's attention, blue eyes darting back to Wolfwood wide and a little shocked at his friend's sudden reappearance in his personal space. He exhales a confused sound even as Wolfwood's lips land on his own. He stares at Wolfwood even then, pupils pinpoint sharp for a moment or two as his heart vibrates in his throat. It's a second, then two, before Vash's eyes are half-hooded, and he presses back into the kiss and the feel of it.
He's a little thankful that he manages to keep from doing anything ridiculous like stumble over his own feet while standing still, mind way too focused on the way Wolfwood's lips feel against his own. Belatedly, maybe, he tilts his head just a little, just slightly, a soft pleased hum leaving his throat as he flicks his tongue over the curve of Wolfwood's lips.
It was only a few minutes ago that Wolfwood had him shoved up against this tree for wildly different reasons. The press of bark against his back is a weird sort of comfort, keeping him upright while letting more of his focus shift to the new sensation of lips on his own. It's not his first kiss, but perhaps one of the few he's felt drawn to return.
One arm isn't nearly enough in this moment as he lifts his hand up to tangle in dark unruly hair at the back of Wolfwood's scalp. There's no pull to it, but it's a little desperate in the way he holds on, keeping Wolfwood from leaving again. Wolfwood's teeth nibble at his lower lip and Vash slides into the opening to lick into his mouth, slipping his tongue past teeth to taste him. It's not elegant, but it's enthusiastic, his own shakey exhale lost between them. ]
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Date: 2023-11-19 01:15 am (UTC)He's a little thankful that he manages to keep from doing anything ridiculous like stumble over his own feet while standing still, mind way too focused on the way Wolfwood's lips feel against his own. Belatedly, maybe, he tilts his head just a little, just slightly, a soft pleased hum leaving his throat as he flicks his tongue over the curve of Wolfwood's lips.
It was only a few minutes ago that Wolfwood had him shoved up against this tree for wildly different reasons. The press of bark against his back is a weird sort of comfort, keeping him upright while letting more of his focus shift to the new sensation of lips on his own. It's not his first kiss, but perhaps one of the few he's felt drawn to return.
One arm isn't nearly enough in this moment as he lifts his hand up to tangle in dark unruly hair at the back of Wolfwood's scalp. There's no pull to it, but it's a little desperate in the way he holds on, keeping Wolfwood from leaving again. Wolfwood's teeth nibble at his lower lip and Vash slides into the opening to lick into his mouth, slipping his tongue past teeth to taste him. It's not elegant, but it's enthusiastic, his own shakey exhale lost between them. ]