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“Oh,” Vash sighs, a little sound which quickly blossoms into an embarrassing moan. His fingers fold over Wolfwood’s ankle, almost entirely encircling it, and that sight elicits an even more embarrassing moan from him. Wolfwood has ducked his head away again, but Vash can feel every shiver that runs through his body; can feel his very heartbeat, his pulse pounding beneath the thumb Vash gently presses to the inside of his ankle.
With one warm hand curled around Wolfwood’s left ankle - fingertips drawing circles and figures-of-eights and maybe, just maybe, a heart - Vash tentatively rests his prosthetic hand, cooler to the touch, over the right ankle too. Wolfwood makes no protest; he arches into it, in fact, biting down on the mouthpiece of his pipe like he doesn’t want to let out his own moans. Instead he just nods frantically when Vash asks is this okay, Wolfwood? Like this, Wolfwood, if I touch you like this, if I stroke you like this, if I bend down and kiss you like this -
After their new year’s shrine visit, Vash goes all Victorian over Wolfwood’s ankles.