Holding himself up with one hand Vash lets out a loud cry as he lets Azwel help guide him down. It still stung the damage from before, but feeling someone filling him again soon overrides any of the discomfort. Slowly Vash takes Azwel into him. Sighing once the head is in and trembling with the effort of going slow.

His hand not holding himself up rakes instead down Azwel's chest as he sinks lower and lower. Hips already trying to slowly roll and find that spot inside of him that will have him seeing stars. Vash won't stop, not until he's all the way down. No matter what pain it may cause at this point.