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When Vash hears the soft moan in his ear, Vash knows he’s screwed.
He remembers the conversation in which he told Wolfwood that his earring functioned as a radio; Wolfwood had looked at him, and Vash knows now that he was planning something. But then he was blissfully ignorant, just smiling at Wolfwood and moving on to the next task they had planned.
But now Wolfwood is abusing the communication device he so lovingly entrusted Wolfwood with. Now he’s moaning in Vash’s ear, and Vash has never been so…
Well. He should be angry, but he’s mostly just turned on.
“Fuck, Spikey,” Wolfwood’s voice says in his ear, vaguely crackly over the radio, but it’s clear enough to hear the sheer lust in Wolfwood’s voice. Vash takes a ragged breath and leans against the wall, going weak in the knees at the tightness in Wolfwood’s tone. Vash swallows, and if he really focuses he can hear the slick slide of Wolfwood’s hand over his cock. “Goddamn. Wish you were here, angel.”
The pet name sends thrills straight to Vash’s groin. He lets out a breathless laugh, before he ducks into a nearby supply closet and decides to let go.
“Yeah?” Vash murmurs back, quietly. He hears Wolfwood chuckle, low and strained.
“Thought you were busy, princess.” Wolfwood sounds amused, but his soft intermittent groans between his words bely the casual tone he’s trying for. His voice is deep, sexy and low, and something about this whole situation is incredibly hot.
“Can always make time for you, Nico.” Vash purposefully lets his name ride on a breath as he unbuttons his pants and slides a hand inside. He’s already wet, and he circles his clit with a soft, hitched exhale.
“God, angel, are you touching yourself right now?” Wolfwood sounds incredulous, but also so, so turned on. It drives Vash crazy to not be able to be there right now, to not see the way Wolfwood’s face screws up as he touches himself. “I thought- ah, fuck - you were doing something. Something important.”
Vash moans in response, unable to form words for a moment - he hears the way Wolfwood’s breath hitches, like hearing Vash moan like that is a gut punch. Vash can definitely hear the way Wolfwood’s tugging on his cock, and when Vash closes his eyes he can imagine Wolfwood tilting his head back, like he can’t believe he deserves the pleasure he’s giving himself.
“You’re the one who decided to tease me,” Vash says, accusingly - or it would be, were his voice not already velvet-soft with pleasure. “You thinking about me, Nico?”
“Always, baby.” Wolfwood’s voice is strained, and Vash knows he’s close already. Something in Vash is feeling ornery.
“Stop. Nick.” Vash rarely makes demands of Wolfwood, and Vash thinks half of why Wolfwood stops is that he’s surprised that Vash is in one of those moods. He still lets out a growl of frustration as he obeys, though, because it wouldn’t be Wolfwood without some attitude.
“What the hell, Spikey? Why?”
“I want to tease you,” Vash says as he rubs himself, letting out a loud, long moan as he massages his clit. “I’m so wet for you, Nico.”
“Fuck, that’s hot. Keep talking.” Wolfwood sounds like he’s resuming touching himself, which is fine. It’s what Vash wants, after all. “You’re perfect, wish I had you here with me.”
“Me too,” Vash gasps, letting out a soft hiccuping groan as he slides a finger inside himself, shuddering. “God, I want your cock inside me right now.”
“Your fingers aren’t enough?” Wolfwood groans, low. “Goddamn. I want you so bad. You’re probably so wet right now, huh?”
Vash crooks his finger, just so, and barely claps a hand over his mouth to muffle his squeal. He nearly goes to his knees at the force of the pleasure he feels, and thrusts his finger in and out of himself, trying to chase that pleasure. All the while he’s imagining Wolfwood doing this to him instead, even if his fingers aren’t as thick, not as calloused.
“Fuck, that was hot, angel.” Wolfwood’s breath is shaky, uneven. “I bet you’re craving my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Vash admits, adding another finger with a shaky groan. He’s trembling, wanting more, and he just can’t have it, which is part of why it’s so good as well as driving him insane. He chuffs a shaky laugh. “God, I created a monster, didn’t I?”
“You did,” Wolfwood purrs, “but it’s only because you take my cock so well, baby. The way you look when you’re on your back, legs spread, your pretty cunt so fucking wet for me…” Wolfwood takes a moment to collect himself, it sounds like, and he takes a shuddering breath.
“You’re perfect, you know that? I’m just imagining you and I’m ready to go off.” Wolfwood chuckles, strained still, and he moans low.
“Don’t yet.” Vash says the words whisper-soft, and Wolfwood growls in frustration. “I want to play a little longer, Nico.”
“God, baby, anything for you, but what the fuck,” Wolfwood groans, sounding on the verge of irritated but without any actual ire. Vash just chuckles breathlessly, pulling his fingers out to rub his clit again in slow circles. He shudders and mewls, arching against the wall as he shakes.
“Just wanna… hear you a little longer,” Vash manages to bite out, and he can hear Wolfwood’s silence like he’s trying to gather his strength. “It’s hot, Nico.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, Spikey,” Wolfwood murmurs, with no real anger or bitterness. He says it like it’s just a fact, and Vash shudders at the low timbre of his voice, at the low snarl of lust that tangles in with his words.
“Maybe, but at least we’ll have fun.” Vash chokes on pleasure as he moves his fingers faster on his clit, slick making it so easy to bring himself to the edge. He wants to go beyond it, but more importantly he wants Wolfwood , wants him to be here to fuck him through his orgasm and the aftershocks.
“I’m gonna cum,” Vash manages to say, and Wolfwood’s answering moan is long and loud and filthy. Vash’s orgasm is punctuated with a high keen and a wail of Wolfwood’s name, rubbing himself through it. It’s fantastic, but it would be better with Wolfwood here.
Wolfwood’s voice on the line is trembling, wanting, needy . Vash loves it, circling his clit lazily through the aftershocks.
“Baby…”
“You can cum, Nico.”
Wolfwood sounds so fucking hot when he cums. His groan sounds more like a growl, torn from his chest in desperation. Vash can imagine him fucking into the circle of his fingers, ropes of cum pulsing from his cock as he strokes himself through his orgasm. Vash shudders at the mental image, wanting to play more, but he has a job to do. Sighing, Vash pulls his hand from his pants and grimaces.
“Make a mess, Nick?”
“Shut up, Spikey.” Wolfwood’s voice is fondly exasperated. “You edged me twice.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Vash says innocently. “I’m not there, after all. That was all you.”
Wolfwood’s answering snort is so endearing over the line that Vash can’t help but smile.
“Asshole.” Wolfwood’s voice is thick with affection, though. “Be safe.”
It’s the closest they’ve come to I love you. It’s unspoken, in the air between them, and Vash smiles, pleased.
“You too.”