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They agreed to a bet; whoever cums first has to pay for dinner.
That's it. Nothing more.
Just a friendly competition between two traveling buddies who refused to use any other word to describe themselves. While they trusted eachother in a fight, to dig bullets out of each other’s guts, and could fuck like rabbits at a moments notice, they were scared of a simple adjective that described their relationship better.
The bet had been made because of a near constant fight that they started at every town they entered. They would argue about who would pay for the hotel, argue about who would pay for each meal, and bicker about who would pay for drinks. Almost any time money was involved, one of them was either trying to weasel out of paying or trying to force the other one to let them pay.
This was one of the times that they both didn’t want to pay.
Wolfwood cited that he was the one who forked out for the room, Vash countered that he paid for lunch earlier that day, and Wolfwood countered the counter by pointing out that he paid for breakfast even earlier that day.
Hence, the competition to end the stalemate.
“I hope you aren’t too proud to admit that you’re just flat broke, priest boy,” Vash was already smiling smugly, stripping off his coat and tossing his shoes aside with practiced ease. “Say it now and it’ll save you the embarrassment of losing.”
“Oh, yeah, sure, sugar. As if I hadn’t had you sobbing on my strap barely two days ago.” Wolfwood huffed in response. He knew Vash was just trying to rile him up, and he tried to ignore it as he tossed his jacket and kicked off his pants. Hiding behind the façade of putting his clothes away as Vash dug around in his own bag, Wolfwood snagged a toy he kept hidden. If Vash was going to start being a brat this early, he figured he deserved the upper hand.
Jolting slightly as Vash pressed against his back, Wolfwood could feel the other’s heat through the thin dress shirt he had barely finished unbuttoning. The outlaw ran his hands along the exposed tan skin. Scratching softly at Wolfwood's side with his organic hand, the cold metal one wrapped around his front, trailing higher to squeeze at the fat of his tit. Wolfwood bit back a groan as the prosthetic brushed against his nipple.
“Mmmh fuck– I want my mouth on you right now,” Vash’s breath was hot against the back of the holy man’s ear, and he had to stop a shiver that would’ve given away how much it turned him on. “I hope you have enough money for how much dessert I’m going to be ordering.”
“Stop being so fucking self righteous. You haven’t won shit.” Wolfwood turned to face Vash with a smart remark on the tip of his tongue. It died there, instead he sent a thankful prayer for his darker skin as it hid the heat that rose when he got an eyeful of what Vash had been wearing underneath his clothes.
Tight red lace panties clung to every dip and curve of his body. A simple thin gold chain acting as a chest harness, glittering in the light of the room as Vash closed the space between them. The metal was cold against Wolfwood’s chest without the fabric of his shirt between them, sucking in a gasp as they brushed against his nipples. Vash was almost purring as Wolfwood realized he was staring for a little too long.
Vash must've planned this. There’s no way he would’ve worn that just for the hell of it.
Vash refused to hide his shit-eating grin as he wrapped his arms around Wolfwood’s neck, pressing his thigh between the other’s legs.
“Come on, Wolfwood,” Vash moaned his name, “Won’t you just buy me dinner? Then you don’t have to worry about losin–” A yelp cut off the rest of his sentence as firm hands grabbed him by the waist and all but threw him on the bed.
“You look ready to eat in that get-up, darlin’,” Wolfwood’s southern accent started slipping through as he caged Vash underneath him. The husky drawl sent a shiver down Vash’s spin and settled in his cunt.
“That’s not fair!” The blonde pouted. He could feel himself ruining his pretty lingerie with the way the praises rolled off the priest’s tongue like honey.
“Not fair, huh? What do you call this then, hun?” Wolfwood snapped the lace, earning another pout from the man under him.
“You’re doing a piss poor job of hiding that vibe. Hurry up, I’m hungry and we don’t have long before the shops all close.” Vash huffed, taking off his glasses and setting them to the side to be lost in the blankets.
With a chest deep growl, Wolfwood pressed the vibe directly against the blonde’s clit as he turned it on. The reaction was immediate, Vash’s eyes flying open with a sharp gasp. He fisted his hands in his dark hair, yanking Wolfwood down as he moaned into an open mouth kiss.
“That’s no t– Nnnghah! – fair!” Vash whined as he jerked against the sensation.
“Yeah, yeah, keep complaining. It makes you look hot.” Wolfwood hitched the long ivory legs over his shoulders, bending Vash in half as he ground forward and earned another high keyed whimper. His own graveled moans joined the holy chorus as their pussies rubbed against each other. “Just like that, sweetheart, keep making all those pretty sounds for me.” The priest whispered in Vash’s ear as the blonde refused to let up his iron grip on his hair.
Vash shot an attempted glare at the side of his head, his thighs already shaking with every slow roll of Wolfwood’s hips. Reaching between them, he repositioned the vibe. Their combined slick made it hard to keep it in the right spot, but he knew he had it when Wolfwood gave a full body shudder, his hips stuttering. Vash kept his hand there, wrapping his prosthetic arm around Wolfwood’s side.
“Oh shit– Mmh! Ah!-Ah!-Ah! – just like that! Fuck you feel so good against me– Aha!” Vash gasped his praises with every rut forward, making sure to keep his moans desperate, breathy sighs.
He knew every little thing that got Wolfwood to squirm, and he knew nothing got the man off more than him getting off. So he moaned like a whore, pressed them closer, pulled Wolfwood's hair, ran the slightly warmed metal across the priest’s nipple, and he made sure the vibe stayed closer to Wolfwood’s clit than his.
His plan was proving to work. Wolfwood was already panting heavily into the crook of his neck, muffling his own cries of pleasure by sucking marks onto the blank skin. His rutting became less coordinated with every flick against his nipple.
“F-fuck! Oh shit! –Nick! I’m so close! Please– Please don’t stop!” Vash moaned loudly, scrunching down just enough to wrap his lips around the perked nub, causing Wolfwood to groan just as loud. The man above him sped up, grinding downward as he gave a prideful smirk.
“Close already, darlin? Mmph– Fuck!” The holy man’s voice wavered as he tried to boast. Vash hid a scowl as he turned the vibe up higher, keening along with Wolfwood. “Shit, Angel– I’m right behind you, go on and cum for me, pretty boy.”
Vash shook under him, realizing his mistake of turning up the vibe a bit too late as he felt the heat build in his gut a little too fast. Arching his back, he pulled off of Wolfwood’s chest with a pop, a broken wail retching free as he spasmed around nothing and slick gushed between them. The holy man gave a few more aborted ruts, his legs shaking as he followed Vash into a blissful orgasm.
Before long, they were both whining at the overstimulation. Vash’s deftly quick fingers pulled the vibe from between them and tossed it somewhere in the blankets. The space between their bodies was soaked. Commingled cum dripping lazily off of Vash’s ass, creating a wet spot on the bed.
“So, sugar, I’ll let you pick where we eat. Just to be nice.” Wolfwood sounded insufferably smug.
“Oh, Shut up! I almost won!” Vash pouted, covering his face with his organic arm as Wolfwood snickered above him.
The dark haired man got up first, dampening a towel and cleaning himself off before returning to the grumpy outlaw. He worked quickly, the clock urging them to hurry as it ticked closer to closing time.
“We can get cleaned up better when we get back. Come on, blondie.” Wolfwood tossed the red jacket over to Vash, the blonde scowling as he searched the blankets for his glasses.
Quickly getting dressed, the two started down the hall, making it to the street just as both of their stomachs growled.
“You got jizz on my glasses.” Wolfwood rolled his eyes at Vash’s whining. His pout turned into an endearingly annoyed smile as he rolled his eyes when Wolfwood wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him closer to kiss his cheek.
“Better luck next time, Angel." Vash leaned into his arm with an exacerbated huff as he dug around for a lighter, a half smoked cigarette already hanging between Wolfwood's lips. "Now let’s go eat. All that exercise has me starving!"