Something about that eagerness has emotion welling up giddily in Azwel's chest and throat. He only vaguely remembers what happened with that machine, now, apart from the distress it'd caused. That he'd caused, however unwillingly. He eases his third finger in, now, slow and gentle. The teeth against his earlobe, tugging at it so deliciously, pull a lustful moan from him. His hips buck briefly before he remembers himself, that they were doing this slowly. He has the vague notion that he owes that to Vash.
He turns his head, kissing fervently at whatever skin he can reach as they move, his fingers gentle against that spot deep inside the other man. He's quivering, now, shaky moans in his throat. "Ah, god," he breathes. "Mmmh, I can't wait... so good...." he trails off, running out of words, letting his soft, hot lips speak instead, nipping and sucking at Vash's nec and shoulder almost desperately.
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Date: 2019-06-08 11:33 am (UTC)He turns his head, kissing fervently at whatever skin he can reach as they move, his fingers gentle against that spot deep inside the other man. He's quivering, now, shaky moans in his throat. "Ah, god," he breathes. "Mmmh, I can't wait... so good...." he trails off, running out of words, letting his soft, hot lips speak instead, nipping and sucking at Vash's nec and shoulder almost desperately.