If Sadiq had any blood left in his brain at that point, he might have tried teasing Vash’s cock, biting at his small, pink nipples, or pulling at his sweaty blonde hair. However, the best he could do at this point was to file those images away for later, tighten his grip on Vash’s hips and slam himself into the Swiss man’s impossible tightness at that angle.
“Agnnnn… Ah! Ahhhh!” Vash arched his neck, sobbing as his entire body was whipped back and forth across the smooth coverlet. “Oh please…oh fuck…S-Sadiq!”
A jolt of warm pleasure ran up the Turkish man’s spine when he heard his name on Vash’s lips. With a low groan, he ground himself, deep inside Vash, raising a hand to stroke the blonde off. It only took a few, firm tugs before cum splashed across his chest, and his entrance tightened spastically around Sadiq’s cock.
With a hurried whisper that Vash may or may not have comprehended in his post-orgasmic high, Sadiq followed him into ecstasy, pumping his hot, thick cum inside the other’s body.
His legs shaky, Sadiq barely managed to shuffle to the side before falling forward, barely being able to avoid crushing Vash’s considerably smaller body into the mattress. They panted together for a few minutes, heartbeats the same, breaths the same, sweat mingling and cooling in the room.
Eventually, Vash shifted irritably and began to turn away, only to have Sadiq pull him back.
“You can let me go, I’m just hitting the shower.” Vash snapped, although without the usual heat in his voice.
“I know, I just want to stay like this a while longer, mmm?” Sadiq’s eyes were closed. Vash denied that he felt a slow melting at the Turkish’s man’s defenseless expression.
“Well, only for a little while.” The blonde replied gruffly. “But you have to take off your mask. Goddamn silver cuts.” His slim hands reached for Sadiq’s face and undid the ribbon on the sides holding the mask in place.
The Turkish man hummed a little as his skin was exposed into the air, his eyes still closed. “Yer the only one I let touch my mask, you know.”
Vash flushed, setting down the silver on the nightstand with a soft clink. “And you’re the only one I let t-touch me. I’m not a slut, you bastard.”
Sadiq’s eyes fluttered open and he offered a lazy grin. “’s parta the role play, kid. And you looked like you liked it well enough.”
“Fucker.” Vash didn’t even both denying it, but curled upwards sleepily, pressing Sadiq’s curly head against his chest. The Turkish man’s arms wrapped around his thighs possessively. “I think you have a jealousy kink, Sadiq, you were way too into the whole ‘other guys cum’ thing.”
“Mine.” Sadiq childishly replied, biting at the soft skin of Vash’s stomach.
The Swiss man merely rolled his eyes. “I should have never told France that I had to do ‘anything and everything’ … ambiguous wording is just an invitation for mental molestation from that guy. I think that he brought this on, yes?”
“He might have … asked about your past. I might have punched him a few times.”
“Excellent.” And Vash actually meant it. “But that doesn’t let you off the hook. You said … you’d do anything?”
Sadiq groaned. “Fine…just make sure it isn’t loaded this time.”
Sorry, couldn't help but throw in a Switzerland = gun kink joke in there. I swear I tried to make this fill more cracky, but me and crack do not go well together, at all. It's sad, I know. BTW, I actually did research for this story and ended up using none of it XD According to wiki + other sites, Switzerland's prostitution is still legal. But it's usually only carried out in brothels. Streetwalking is only legal in certain areas of certain cities. I trust that Vash knew where those where so he wasn't doing something illegal XD.
What else...? Oh, this is my first time writing Vash seriously, so sorry if he came off really tsundere. I love tsundere!Switzerland *cuddles and is shot*
Okay, now off to study. I swear, if I fail all my classes, have to drop out of college and end up writing porn for a living I'm SO blaming the kink meme!
ReCaptcha: the expert ... Vash certainly is, now >:D
Easy Pickup (4/4)
If Sadiq had any blood left in his brain at that point, he might have tried teasing Vash’s cock, biting at his small, pink nipples, or pulling at his sweaty blonde hair. However, the best he could do at this point was to file those images away for later, tighten his grip on Vash’s hips and slam himself into the Swiss man’s impossible tightness at that angle.
“Agnnnn… Ah! Ahhhh!” Vash arched his neck, sobbing as his entire body was whipped back and forth across the smooth coverlet. “Oh please…oh fuck…S-Sadiq!”
A jolt of warm pleasure ran up the Turkish man’s spine when he heard his name on Vash’s lips. With a low groan, he ground himself, deep inside Vash, raising a hand to stroke the blonde off. It only took a few, firm tugs before cum splashed across his chest, and his entrance tightened spastically around Sadiq’s cock.
With a hurried whisper that Vash may or may not have comprehended in his post-orgasmic high, Sadiq followed him into ecstasy, pumping his hot, thick cum inside the other’s body.
His legs shaky, Sadiq barely managed to shuffle to the side before falling forward, barely being able to avoid crushing Vash’s considerably smaller body into the mattress. They panted together for a few minutes, heartbeats the same, breaths the same, sweat mingling and cooling in the room.
Eventually, Vash shifted irritably and began to turn away, only to have Sadiq pull him back.
“You can let me go, I’m just hitting the shower.” Vash snapped, although without the usual heat in his voice.
“I know, I just want to stay like this a while longer, mmm?” Sadiq’s eyes were closed. Vash denied that he felt a slow melting at the Turkish’s man’s defenseless expression.
“Well, only for a little while.” The blonde replied gruffly. “But you have to take off your mask. Goddamn silver cuts.” His slim hands reached for Sadiq’s face and undid the ribbon on the sides holding the mask in place.
The Turkish man hummed a little as his skin was exposed into the air, his eyes still closed. “Yer the only one I let touch my mask, you know.”
Vash flushed, setting down the silver on the nightstand with a soft clink. “And you’re the only one I let t-touch me. I’m not a slut, you bastard.”
Sadiq’s eyes fluttered open and he offered a lazy grin. “’s parta the role play, kid. And you looked like you liked it well enough.”
“Fucker.” Vash didn’t even both denying it, but curled upwards sleepily, pressing Sadiq’s curly head against his chest. The Turkish man’s arms wrapped around his thighs possessively. “I think you have a jealousy kink, Sadiq, you were way too into the whole ‘other guys cum’ thing.”
“Mine.” Sadiq childishly replied, biting at the soft skin of Vash’s stomach.
The Swiss man merely rolled his eyes. “I should have never told France that I had to do ‘anything and everything’ … ambiguous wording is just an invitation for mental molestation from that guy. I think that he brought this on, yes?”
“He might have … asked about your past. I might have punched him a few times.”
“Excellent.” And Vash actually meant it. “But that doesn’t let you off the hook. You said … you’d do anything?”
Sadiq groaned. “Fine…just make sure it isn’t loaded this time.”
Sorry, couldn't help but throw in a Switzerland = gun kink joke in there. I swear I tried to make this fill more cracky, but me and crack do not go well together, at all. It's sad, I know. BTW, I actually did research for this story and ended up using none of it XD According to wiki + other sites, Switzerland's prostitution is still legal. But it's usually only carried out in brothels. Streetwalking is only legal in certain areas of certain cities. I trust that Vash knew where those where so he wasn't doing something illegal XD.
What else...? Oh, this is my first time writing Vash seriously, so sorry if he came off really tsundere. I love tsundere!Switzerland *cuddles and is shot*
Okay, now off to study. I swear, if I fail all my classes, have to drop out of college and end up writing porn for a living I'm SO blaming the kink meme!
ReCaptcha: the expert ... Vash certainly is, now >:D