[ After a hundred and fifty years, Vash can count on one hand the number of times he's kissed somebody, and never, never has it been like this. Even through his clumsy exhaustion, even though Wolfwood is clearly so out of it he's barely conscious, the feeling is electric. It would be so easy, he thinks, already half dreaming, to push Wolfwood back, kiss him deeper, let that electric feeling grow. There's a whole world of firsts ahead, so much that he never thought he could have, so much that he never let himself want. But god, he wants now. He...
His thoughts trail off as Wolfwood slumps into him, unconscious. With a tired little laugh Vash wraps his arms around Wolfwood's chest and lets himself fall backward onto the bed, pulling the other man with him. Wolfwood's a dead weight in his arms, but as long as he can feel the heat of Wolfwood's breath against his face, as long as that broad chest rises and falls in his arms with each breath, then he can know, even as he drifts off himself, that it's just sleep. He's been granted a miracle, and he's not going to let it go.
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His thoughts trail off as Wolfwood slumps into him, unconscious. With a tired little laugh Vash wraps his arms around Wolfwood's chest and lets himself fall backward onto the bed, pulling the other man with him. Wolfwood's a dead weight in his arms, but as long as he can feel the heat of Wolfwood's breath against his face, as long as that broad chest rises and falls in his arms with each breath, then he can know, even as he drifts off himself, that it's just sleep. He's been granted a miracle, and he's not going to let it go.