In all of Vash's very long life not once had he known luck. Anytime pain was promised to him it always came without fail. Usually even worse than what he expected. So while he still believes that eventually things will start going wrong he doesn't care. So long as that musky smell falls and fills the air the chemicals in his brain won't let him fret about that for now.
Instead he simply lays on that warm table with his moans growing louder the longer the continue. Gasping sharply when that delicious hum is added and he can feel it travel along his length. His teeth bites at his lower lip as he whimpers slightly. Wanting so badly to reach forward and touch the man giving him such pleasure, but unable to do any more than make his happy sounds as thanks.
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Date: 2019-05-26 12:49 pm (UTC)Instead he simply lays on that warm table with his moans growing louder the longer the continue. Gasping sharply when that delicious hum is added and he can feel it travel along his length. His teeth bites at his lower lip as he whimpers slightly. Wanting so badly to reach forward and touch the man giving him such pleasure, but unable to do any more than make his happy sounds as thanks.