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Oct. 3rd, 2023 07:06 pm
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You've reached Nicholas D. Wolfwood, undertaker extraordinaire. You know what to do.

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Date: 2023-11-19 01:15 am (UTC)
bountyfull: ponponpon (twohundredninetynine)
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[ 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: 2023-12-19 01:57 am (UTC)
bountyfull: (threehundredninetytwo)
From: [personal profile] bountyfull
Sorry.

[ The apology is muttered breathlessly as Vash pulls in a chest full of air, not quite willing to put any additional distance between them, either. He moves to chase after another kiss, the motion subtle but also abruptly stopped as he settles a hand atop the one splayed against his chest. It's almost like he's trying to make sure that what he feels is real, the past few moments just a little to the left of surreal.

He finally relents, if only to lean into the warmth of the hand to his face, shifting the angle of his jaw just enough to nose against the palm of Wolfwood's hand. He's NOT crying, not right now, the wet there having only been the threat of action rather than his emotions following through.
]

Wolfwood...

[ It's just his name, at first. And then after his lips find a place just below Wolfwood's thumb to press his lips to, he speaks again. ]

If I go.[ About his arm. If he goes and listens and considers it... ] You'll come with me?

[ It's a little needy maybe, a little out of the ordinary for him, and there's something to the way Vash makes sure to keep his hold on Wolfwood where he's got his one hand. Like he's making sure, in a round about way, that Wolfwood isn't going to leave. ]

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