Vash sits for a moment simply rocking on top of Azwel. Enjoying the feeling of being so filled it feels like he might burst. His head thrown back Vash moans loudly. Those hands caressing his hips and thighs, encouraging him to continue, feel delicious to Vash. Part of him wants to tell Azwel why that simple touch makes him so happy. How he was so hungry for a kind and encouraging touch that finally getting it fills him with joy, but he doesn't have the mind to string words like that together. Instead he tries to show how thankful he is with his motions.

Azwel doesn't have to pull too hard to get Vash to bed low enough to kiss him. Greedily Vash kisses and will steal away any Azwel allows him to get away with. Humming excitedly as he starts to raise himself up. Pulling up until he gets to Azwel's head before allowing gravity to pull himself back down. Going all the way once more before pulling himself back up. He kisses so hard on occasion when something pulls uncomfortably or stings that their lips may be slightly bruised or swollen when they're done. At the moment Vash doesn't care. He's hungry for Azwel's taste and he doesn't want to stop kissing as his body carefully moves up and down.