Hhehehehhehhehhe liar 👅👅👅 your Vash hhmgmdhv your Vash is sooooo

Feasting 🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝

freshly showered (glossy, flushing, wet), unstyled hair :))

accurate motorboat sound

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The thought of them both coming when they realize Vash can stroke his own dick *inside* Knives. Elite.

Vash petting small circles at the puckered hole; the minuscule movement easily lost to Knives who’s riding him with focused fervor— if not for their recent discovery.

“Vash. ha. Don’t.”

Vash slips a finger in, silky smooth glide aided by Knives’ own slick-smeared skin, and Knives cries out.

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The thought of them both coming when they realize Vash can stroke his own dick *inside* Knives. Elite.

Knives goes taut. Coming undone with a spasming quake that has Vash following in seconds.

They lay still, chests heaving in tandem as they recover from the unexpected intensity of it all.

Vash not making any move to pull out, content to let Knives flutter around him like he always love to.

Knives all but moans and collapses forward as Vash adds another digit. Hips faltering in its rhythm the moment Vash starts thrusting.

It’s too much, too soon. The maddening press of Vash’s insistent fingers, the opposite drag of Vash’s cock against his walls, Vash’s tongue, Vash, Vash, Vash—

“You’ve gotten so sensitive here,” Vash pants “you like when I do this, don’t you?”

As if to mortify him further, Vash tucks his palm inward, finger spreading Knives open from the inside with a wet click.

“Va-ash! I, I—“

Vash petting small circles at the puckered hole; the minuscule movement easily lost to Knives who’s riding him with focused fervor— if not for their recent discovery.

“Vash. ha. Don’t.”

Vash slips a finger in, silky smooth glide aided by Knives’ own slick-smeared skin, and Knives cries out.

wanna trip and fall right on him 😣