[ He wants to know the why so terribly badly. Why does it seem like his brother is doing all he can to avoid sleep to the point of sitting up like a ghost at all hours in their shared home? He's a little wary when Knives moves away, his eyes tracking him in the dim lighting to make sure he's not going to try and escape and haunt some other darkened corner of the house instead. The moment hands land on his waist and Knives is in his space again he relaxes again, his hands lifting up to settle on either side of his twins face, thumbs brushing over the curve of his cheekbones. ]
You could, if you wanted to. [ They're barely whispering and it's absolutely just breathing into each other's mouths with how close they are. But even Vash realizes that there's been little to none of Knives saying no throughout most of their lives. It's never been no it's just been Knives doing what Knives thought best, despite what Vash wanted. Vash, himself, was never not let to do exactly what he wanted to do. So, if Knives wanted to, Vash is certain he could say no. But he's almost certain that he won't.
Vash closes the negligible distance between their lips, tongue swiping past teeth and into Knives' mouth just before he chooses to nip sharp teeth against his lower lip. He steps back then, the expression on his face hard to read in the dark, most likely, but he does make sure so slip out of Knives' grip to catch his hand with one of his own instead, to tug him back towards the hallway that leads to however many bedrooms their new home has. ]
no!
You could, if you wanted to. [ They're barely whispering and it's absolutely just breathing into each other's mouths with how close they are. But even Vash realizes that there's been little to none of Knives saying no throughout most of their lives. It's never been no it's just been Knives doing what Knives thought best, despite what Vash wanted. Vash, himself, was never not let to do exactly what he wanted to do. So, if Knives wanted to, Vash is certain he could say no. But he's almost certain that he won't.
Vash closes the negligible distance between their lips, tongue swiping past teeth and into Knives' mouth just before he chooses to nip sharp teeth against his lower lip. He steps back then, the expression on his face hard to read in the dark, most likely, but he does make sure so slip out of Knives' grip to catch his hand with one of his own instead, to tug him back towards the hallway that leads to however many bedrooms their new home has. ]