"It's wrong..." Azwel whispers, like an uncomprehending echo, so softly Vash would think it was in his own mind but for the breath against his skin. Azwel doesn't stop, though. He kisses that skin, lips drifting to Vash's ear. One hand slips into Vash's hair as he takes that earlobe in his mouth, gently worrying it between his teeth, now sucking on it.
All the while his hips lift and drop, falling into that rhythm he so often drops into. Words flee him entirely, now, dissolving into moans whose urgency vibrates in every sound.
The scent hangs heavy in the air, undispersed by the turning array.
A ring moves down on the array's axle, opens up, extends a spindly arm toward them. That arm unfolds a lens. That lens catches a light and shines it onto Vash's face.
That light... it pulls at him and yet that pulling feels so good, like that heated sucking on his earlobe.
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Date: 2019-05-24 05:04 pm (UTC)All the while his hips lift and drop, falling into that rhythm he so often drops into. Words flee him entirely, now, dissolving into moans whose urgency vibrates in every sound.
The scent hangs heavy in the air, undispersed by the turning array.
A ring moves down on the array's axle, opens up, extends a spindly arm toward them. That arm unfolds a lens. That lens catches a light and shines it onto Vash's face.
That light... it pulls at him and yet that pulling feels so good, like that heated sucking on his earlobe.