[ It's better him than Wolfwood, if he's asked. He can take a little bit of extra weight, even in a place like this that's taken everything that separates him from being human and locked it away. It's okay if he gets hurt, he can take it. He knows Wolfwood can, too, but in the end, the instinct is still there. ]
Wolfw—
[ Oh. Vash's attempt at snatching his glasses back is halfhearted at best, the movement halted the moment Wolfwood's face is in his space and their lips meet. Selfishly, he shifts his weight up to settle a hand to the side of Wolfwood's face, fingers clutching at the stem of Wolfwood's own sunglasses in an effort to push them back and away, tangled in dark strands of hair.
He's less bold this time, a thrum of worry and doubt curling through his chest as his heart practically tries to beat through his ribcage. He wants this, more than perhaps he realized, and that is terrifying. He hasn't let himself want anything in ... a long time.
Still, it doesn't stop him from reciprocating. His lips part against Wolfwood's, not quite biting but the hint is there, as Vash uses his upper body strength to push up, his hands settling at the sides of Wolfwood's face, then sliding down to grapple at the front of his stupid, sloppy, shirt. ]
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Wolfw—
[ Oh. Vash's attempt at snatching his glasses back is halfhearted at best, the movement halted the moment Wolfwood's face is in his space and their lips meet. Selfishly, he shifts his weight up to settle a hand to the side of Wolfwood's face, fingers clutching at the stem of Wolfwood's own sunglasses in an effort to push them back and away, tangled in dark strands of hair.
He's less bold this time, a thrum of worry and doubt curling through his chest as his heart practically tries to beat through his ribcage. He wants this, more than perhaps he realized, and that is terrifying. He hasn't let himself want anything in ... a long time.
Still, it doesn't stop him from reciprocating. His lips part against Wolfwood's, not quite biting but the hint is there, as Vash uses his upper body strength to push up, his hands settling at the sides of Wolfwood's face, then sliding down to grapple at the front of his stupid, sloppy, shirt. ]