Wolfwood's new profession

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Chapter Nineteen: Self-Involvement


Vash’s jaw dropped open and he was beside the bed and licking the sugar off the priest’s finger from the, now non-existent, donut before Wolfwood could even blink. The priest laughed and pulled Vash over to kiss him. The Stampede wriggled uncomfortably, knees still on the floor next to the bed and Wolfwood let him go so he could take his coat off.

Said coat dropped to the floor and Wolfwood found himself with an armful of happy, horny, Vash the Stampede. He laughed again and proceeded to kiss Vash breathless, which wasn’t that hard anyway but he accomplished it beautifully.

Vash grinned at him, eyes slightly hazy and impish. Wolfwood quirked an eyebrow at him and Vash leaned over and quickly licked his cheek. Wolfwood gave him a crooked, puzzled smile, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand

“What are you doing, Tongari?”

“Getting a taste for religion…”

Wolfwood paused, eyes wide, and then snorted with laughter, holding onto the giggling Stampede as they both proceeded to undo the buckles and straps covering Vash’s bodysuit, kissing between their laughter. It soon joined the coat on the floor and Wolfwood worshipped Vash with his mouth till the gunman was panting and breathless, flushed and beautiful, making those little whimpers in his throat and arching his body against the priest’s.

Nicholas looked down at the sight beneath him and let out a shuddering breath, thanking the Lord in his heart that he was privileged enough to touch Vash, and to see him at his most stunning. He laved his tongue across the gunman’s collarbone, feeling hands grab at his hair, unconsciously pressing him lower. He smirked against the heated skin and did as he was told, hearing Vash’s breath rapidly rise as he flicked his tongue out, circling and pressing into his navel for a moment.

He lifted his head, grinning as he let his hand run over the edge of the bed, searching on the floor for the bottle he’d placed their earlier. His fingertips found it and he pulled it up, nipping a trail across the gunman’s hipbone to distract him. Vash groaned, a hand fisting uselessly in the sheets, the other in Wolfwood’s hair, eyes clenched shut as he tried to shift the priest’s head over to his need. Wolfwood complied, teasingly hovering his mouth, just touching Vash lightly with his lips as he worked the top off the bottle and liberally coated his fingers.

He sunk his head down slightly, sucking Vash into his mouth as the gunman tried to shift his hips upward, urging Wolfwood to take more of him. But the priest was having none of it and held them down with his other hand as he edged forward on his knees, trailing a slick finger up the gunman’s thigh and underneath his balls.

Vash jerked in surprise at the touch and tensed up, the muscles in his stomach jumping as he tried to wriggle away from the priest’s touch. Wolfwood just smiled and grabbed a hold of his leg with the other hand, preventing him from moving.

Vash huffed and made noises of hesitation and wariness but Wolfwood leant up and kissed him, realising the Stampede needed some reassuring. He settled back down between the gunman’s legs, kissing his way down his chest. Reached Vash’s length and gave it a quick swipe with his tongue, feeling the Stampede shiver and whimper deliciously. Mouthed the tip and heard Vash suck air through his teeth, fists clenching beside him. He smirked and slid further down the shaft, using his tongue generously. Vash moaned and the priest could feel him relaxing again. Wolfwood raised his head slightly, smirking at the disappointed sound Vash made.

“I’m going to touch you…” He warned, giving Vash a pointed look. The Stampede nodded, eyes slightly glazed, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he gazed down his body at the priest between his thighs.

Wolfwood slowly cupped his balls with the oiled hand, rolling them gently and feeling Vash shudder. He moved down slightly lower and Vash tensed, relaxing slightly when the priest went back to his oral ministrations. Wolfwood’s finger roved further back, flitting lightly over the pucker before coming back up to cup his balls. He did this a few times, each time pressing slightly firmer, getting Vash used to the sensation.

The next time he did it, he pressed in slightly, feeling Vash tense up completely as raise his head in confusion.

“Wha…?”

Wolfwood met his gaze.

“It’s okay…just…trust me. It’ll feel good.”

The Stampede nodded and lay back down, whimpering again when Wolfwood went back to his erection, finger pressing lightly against him. The priest took a deep breath through his nose and pushed his finger in up to the first knuckle, twisting it slightly as he worked it in. Vash wriggled his hips and made a low noise, but it didn’t sound like pain to the priest. He slid it in further, pausing as Vash tensed around him and waiting before continuing. He pressed it in and out lightly a few times, pleased that Vash seemed to be accepting the sensation, even beginning to press his hips back curiously. Wolfwood poured some more oil on his hand, setting the bottle back down on the floor. He slid the first finger in again, feeling the Stampede jump when he tried to include a second.

“Vash…Vash, it’s okay…really…just relax for me, okay?”

The point was to reassure Vash, talk to him tenderly and introduce him slowly. This was the right way for things to be progressing but not the way Wolfwood actually wanted. Wolfwood had wanted to bend Vash over the hotel table and listen to him moan till the people in the next room complained, but if the initial introduction was done properly, maybe he could have that at a later date.

He slowly worked the second finger in by degrees, watching Vash flush as he was slowly filled, gasping, knees bending slightly. Finally they were in and the priest leant up to kiss Vash’s mouth, the Stampede latching onto him as if his life depended on it. He trailed down his neck, nipping a path across his chest. He shifted his fingers against one another, gaining a gasp tossed into the groans the kisses had already earned him.

He slowly slid his fingers out, seeing Vash shudder, toes curling and fists clenching in the sheets. He pressed them back in and Vash whined in his throat, opening emerald eyes, half-lidded with uncertainty. The priest crooned to him and crooked his fingers slightly, searching.

‘Come on, Vash…give it up…’

Suddenly the Stampede’s eyes rolled up in his head and he arched slightly, mouth hanging open to admit rapid pants. Wolfwood smirked to himself.

‘Yeaaaah…there it is…’

He pressed lightly on the spot, rubbing the tips of his fingers over it, delighting in the sounds Vash was making and the amazed looks he was receiving. He undulated his fingers, pressing his slick palm against Vash’s balls and the Stampede groaned loudly, shifting his hips rhythmically against Wolfwood’s hand. He rubbed quicker and Vash whimpered his name, head tossing back and forth on the pillow.

‘God he’s beautiful…’

Wolfwood ignored the ache between his own legs and concentrated on giving Vash the most mind-blowing orgasm he’d ever had. He scissored his fingers slightly, sliding them in and out quicker and making a concentrated effort to press against that spot with each movement. Vash’s hands clenched in the sheets, in his own hair, sometimes scratching a tortuous path down Wolfwood’s forearm. The priest decided to give the gunman something to do with his hands before he went insane.

“Touch yourself for me, Vash…” Wolfwood groaned huskily, fingers still sinking into the Stampede. Vash hesitantly reached down, a flush blooming across his cheeks. He seemed unsure till he got a hand wrapped around himself, then the pleasure overrode any embarrassment in the act.

Wolfwood watched intently as Vash stroked himself, taking note of what the gunman was doing. He tried to match the pace of his digits to the speed of Vash’s hand, hearing the moans increase in volume when he got it right. Vash’s hand sped up, his movements quick and precise.

‘So I guess it’s true…’ The priest thought with a smirk. ‘…No one does you like you do you.’

Wolfwood quickly sunk his head to lick a trail across his balls and along the base of his shaft and Vash came with a cry, his entire body clenching as he rolled his hips between his fist and Wolfwood’s fingers.

The Stampede collapsed back on the bed, a serene relaxed smile gracing his features. He gazed at Wolfwood as the priest moved to lie beside him, grabbing some tissues to wipe his hands. He lay down next to him and Vash immediately moved to embrace him, the smile never leaving his face. Wolfwood chuckled and kissed the top of his head.

“So…it was good?”

Vash made a noise of agreement, placing little kisses on Wolfwood’s bare chest. He snuggled closer and the priest winced when his thigh rubbed up against his painful erection. They both glanced down between them and Wolfwood smiled resignedly, beginning to move away.

“I should…go have a shower and take care of this…” He started to rise and Vash’s hand whipped out and caught his wrist.

“Nick…wait!” His cheeks pinked a bit as Wolfwood raised an eyebrow at him, a slow smile making its way across his face.

“Yes, Vash? What is it…?”

“Uh…did you…” The blush deepened and Vash wouldn’t look at his face anymore. The priest liked where this conversation was going. “Do you want some…company?”

The priest grinned and pulled Vash up out of bed, holding him till his legs steadied. They smiled at each other, leaning in for a quick kiss before Wolfwood bent quickly at the knees and tried to hook an arm under Vash’s legs, the other around his back. Vash flailed in surprise as he was hoisted into the air.

“NICK!! What the hell are you doing?!” He shrieked, wriggling as Wolfwood staggered to the bathroom, his hold on the gunman slipping with each step.

“I have no idea!” The priest yelled back before they both broke into gales of laughter, Wolfwood dropping Vash on the bathroom floor.

“WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?! I’m TRYING to sleep!” A fist pounded on the wall next to them. They both muffled their laughter and crawled to the shower, turning it on and sitting in the bottom, giggling, kissing and holding one another till the water ran cold.

And Wolfwood never got the relief he wanted. But that was okay because he had a happy Vash instead.

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