[The feeling of Vash's hand on his cheek was enough to draw his attention, his head lifting and his eyes opening to look up at him, curiosity lifting his eyebrows up his forehead. The moment he felt lips on his own still caught him by surprise, and he drew in a deep, shocked but also somehow lazy breath before he just seemed to melt. The air went out of his lungs in a sigh and his eyes slid shut as he leaned against him as if all of the bones in his body had suddenly turned into jelly.
He wasn't great at it, even as his lips did their best to return the kiss. He knew countless ways to kill a man, but had never once done this. It would have been awkward even if he'd been sober. But that didn't mean he didn't feel every brush of their lips like a wam that flittered about in his chest, making him give a soft, delirious giggle between one press of his lips and the next. And in the back of his mind, the part of him that could always seem to pick up, even if on a very subtle level, when one of the two of them were sending out those weird, Planty emotion things they did, he felt ripples of happiness, encouragement, warmth, love, so much love.
It was enough to make what semblance of coherence he had left evaporate into the ether, left him humming softly, a smile on his face so dazed and dopey that he would have never admitted to having made it when the grip of sleep finally dug its fingers into his brain and began to pull him under. The way his fingers still gently twitched against Vash's cheek, the way he seemed to still be just awake enough that he was able to press one, two more absentminded pecks to Vash's lips, were more unconscious than anything, and it wasn't long before even that was too much energy and focus for him, and he gave another deep sigh as his head dropped until he was leaning his forehead against his jaw, his breathing evening out into the slow rhythm of sleep.]
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He wasn't great at it, even as his lips did their best to return the kiss. He knew countless ways to kill a man, but had never once done this. It would have been awkward even if he'd been sober. But that didn't mean he didn't feel every brush of their lips like a wam that flittered about in his chest, making him give a soft, delirious giggle between one press of his lips and the next. And in the back of his mind, the part of him that could always seem to pick up, even if on a very subtle level, when one of the two of them were sending out those weird, Planty emotion things they did, he felt ripples of happiness, encouragement, warmth, love, so much love.
It was enough to make what semblance of coherence he had left evaporate into the ether, left him humming softly, a smile on his face so dazed and dopey that he would have never admitted to having made it when the grip of sleep finally dug its fingers into his brain and began to pull him under. The way his fingers still gently twitched against Vash's cheek, the way he seemed to still be just awake enough that he was able to press one, two more absentminded pecks to Vash's lips, were more unconscious than anything, and it wasn't long before even that was too much energy and focus for him, and he gave another deep sigh as his head dropped until he was leaning his forehead against his jaw, his breathing evening out into the slow rhythm of sleep.]