"You're right, of course," Azwel whispers warmly in reply. Slow and easy. Savour it. If he even notices that Vash nearly doesn't follow his own advice, he says nothing. He takes a few deep breaths, and by the time Vash has him stripped to his boxers he's awash in sensation, now. The bulge that Vash places his hand on is thick and very hot to the touch, already starting to tent the loose fabric, and Azwel moans dreamily when it's touched. His own hands have worked Vash free of his trousers by now, so he can gesture vaguely in the direction of the nightstand. "Over there... in the top drawer."
These soft, teasing touches are an agony of pleasure, and he can't quite entirely stop the slow squirming of his hips, gently rubbing his swelling length against Vash's hand, hoping he'll get the hint and massage him to hardness. Oh, he wants so much to be touched and kissed, as though to make up for all the touch he lacked during those sessions in that machine.
He has to voice these thoughts, though. "Touch me," he whispers, his head lolling back again. "Touch me and kiss me... mmmmhhh... missed it so much...."
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Date: 2019-06-06 10:56 am (UTC)These soft, teasing touches are an agony of pleasure, and he can't quite entirely stop the slow squirming of his hips, gently rubbing his swelling length against Vash's hand, hoping he'll get the hint and massage him to hardness. Oh, he wants so much to be touched and kissed, as though to make up for all the touch he lacked during those sessions in that machine.
He has to voice these thoughts, though. "Touch me," he whispers, his head lolling back again. "Touch me and kiss me... mmmmhhh... missed it so much...."