The fog and the buzzing had descended over Azwel's mind once more and he feels as though he's watching himself kiss Vash deeply, as though he's listening to the soft hum that rumbles into the join of their lips.
His hands slide over rough, jagged skin, over bits of metal, as fearless as they've always been, caressing every inch with just a little of that peculiar acceptance that is more undeniably Azwel than anything else. They slip into Vash's hair, lightly gripping it as his lips grow hungry, now. He pulls in another deep breath and moans throatily, his hips starting to move again.
He slips back into his own body, it seems, really feeling everything again. So often he's used sex to ease his own pain. Perhaps, despite all of this, he can try to use it to ease another's. His lips and hands are tender, now, and even though he can't speak he tries to soothe Vash as best he can with slow, gentle kisses.
Oh, how he's changed. They've failed to take that from him.
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Date: 2019-05-26 10:47 am (UTC)His hands slide over rough, jagged skin, over bits of metal, as fearless as they've always been, caressing every inch with just a little of that peculiar acceptance that is more undeniably Azwel than anything else. They slip into Vash's hair, lightly gripping it as his lips grow hungry, now. He pulls in another deep breath and moans throatily, his hips starting to move again.
He slips back into his own body, it seems, really feeling everything again. So often he's used sex to ease his own pain. Perhaps, despite all of this, he can try to use it to ease another's. His lips and hands are tender, now, and even though he can't speak he tries to soothe Vash as best he can with slow, gentle kisses.
Oh, how he's changed. They've failed to take that from him.