[Oh. Vash squeaks when he's grabbed again, the sound turning into a laugh as they kiss again. Every nerve in his body honestly feels like it's overwhelmed. The way Wolfwood kisses is intense to begin with, keeping up is even more. He's out of breath when he resurfaces, like a man trying not to drown.]
Wolfwood...
[It's a question and a request at the same time, mumbled into their parted lips as he breathes in deep once, then twice. The urge to steady is breath is strong, his head swimming at this point, full of questions and doubts he doesn't know how to voice.
He's peripherally aware of his knees aching.
Finally, he lifts a hand to grasp Wolfwood's wrist, fingers gently starting to try and detangle Wolfwood's grip on his shirt. It's not that he's trying to escape (though his urge to run is almost oppressive) but maybe... should they talk? About whatever this is?]
You smell like cigarettes... [He says it in a way that comes out gentle, a warm fondness that the tone of his voice has sometimes.]
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Wolfwood...
[It's a question and a request at the same time, mumbled into their parted lips as he breathes in deep once, then twice. The urge to steady is breath is strong, his head swimming at this point, full of questions and doubts he doesn't know how to voice.
He's peripherally aware of his knees aching.
Finally, he lifts a hand to grasp Wolfwood's wrist, fingers gently starting to try and detangle Wolfwood's grip on his shirt. It's not that he's trying to escape (though his urge to run is almost oppressive) but maybe... should they talk? About whatever this is?]
You smell like cigarettes... [He says it in a way that comes out gentle, a warm fondness that the tone of his voice has sometimes.]