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“Oh, are you finally moving out? I’ve been planning on using your bedroom for an office. I even have a rug sitting in the closet,” Meryl tells him, and the best part is that Vash knows she’s telling the truth. He even had to sign for the rug when it got delivered.
Vash rolls his eyes, plopping his heavy duffel bag down onto a chair. “No,” he says. “I’m just going to stay at Nico’s for a few days. He’s taking me somewhere special tonight and I wanted to surprise him.”
Meryl makes a face. “Ew, is this one of your sex things?” Vash ended up opening up to her about his and Nico’s sex life a few months after they became official. She sat on his legs and twisted his arm, threatening to make sure that both of them ended up made out of metal if he didn’t tell her why he had a bruise around his neck.
She always acts disgusted, but Vash knows she’s just teasing. There’s a softness to her eyes that wouldn’t be there if she actually thought Vash was doing something gross or wrong.
Vash’s eyes widen. “Shh, Milly-”
Meryl interrupts him with a wave of her hand. “She left an hour ago. I get that Nico and Milly are like, ex-siblings or whatever, but why don’t you have the same compassion that he does? Hearing about you having sex feels like listening to my older brother talk about fucking. It’s gross.”
Vash sighs. “There used to be a time when you and I would make out for free drinks at bars, but you love to forget that.”
“I was a different person, then!” she says, defending herself. “Your brother hadn’t tortured me into hating men yet. By the way, isn’t he supposed to be visiting soon?”
Vash laughs nervously. “I can’t hold him off anymore, so I figured we’d throw a New Year’s party. If it’s not just me, him, and Nico in a room, the chance of Nico dying is slightly lessened.”
Meryl gives him a very unamused look, but she seems to accept Vash surprising her with a house party in three weeks pretty well. “Perfect. There’s still time for me to go stay with my mom for the week.”
“Mery!” Vash groans.
“I’m kidding. I’d never do that to Nico. You, on the other hand, I’d put you in a box on a street corner and give you away for free.”
“Understandable,” Vash replies, chuckling to himself. He’s excited and overwhelmed about Nai’s visit, but for right now, it’s something that he can ignore.
“Okay, but why are you just leaving for Nico’s now? You normally go right after work on Friday,” Meryl picks up her phone, scrolling through it as she continues her line of questioning.
“Ah. He hurt his back yesterday at work. He said he wanted to try sleeping it off before the party tonight.”
Meryl immediately puts her phone down. “He hurt his back having sex? What the hell was he doing?”
Vash smiles. “I haven’t gotten the details yet, but I am very experienced with handling sore muscles.” He pats his duffel bag fondly. “I have the whole kit in here. He’ll be good as new.”
“Go away, then. I’m going to start to learn how to hypnotize you to try and get you to move out before Christmas.”
“Fine, fine! I’m going, I’m going!”
Vash knows that Meryl would never put him out for real, not after everything they’ve been through together, but she does have a point. Nico’s been asking Vash to move in with him for months, even when it was entirely too soon for the two of them to be living together by anyone’s standards. Vash sighs as he loads up his car, not looking forward to the drive to Nico’s house, even though it is just under thirty minutes. “If you just moved in with me, you would never have to leave,” is what Nico’s going to tell him when he complains, and Vash will just groan like he always does, because he doesn’t have anything to say back.
He knows exactly why he won’t move in with Nico, if he’s being honest. He just doesn't want to say the words out loud. Saying, “I don’t like not having a place to run to,” isn’t something that your boyfriend wants to hear, even if he would understand it completely.
Vash takes a moment to center himself before he starts to drive, not wanting his shitty inward feelings to have any chance to build. He puts on his favorite podcast to keep his mind busy, and forces himself to think about the night he has ahead of him instead.
Tonight, he’s going to a BDSM club for the first time. They’re having a Christmas party.
Vash bought a special outfit for it, and even a few special toys he saw online. Truth be told, he thought that he’d like his first time to be under Nico’s care, because being Nico’s sub is something that he’s used to, but when he was still fidgety and unsure about the idea weeks after Nico presented it, Nico gave him an alternative.
“Why don’t you dom me?” Nico had said, shrugging as he ate a bowl of cereal, as if it was nothing to offer himself up on a silver platter for Vash to take. “We don’t have to do anything crazy our first time at the club. It’s a holiday party, so just wear something red, put me in a Santa hat, and spank me… with the metal arm, please.”
And yeah, Vash was a lot more on board after that.
He still likes subbing for Nico more than the alternative, but there’s comfort in having Nico subbing for him that Vash didn’t know he needed until it was presented to him. Vash still hasn’t gotten Nico to completely give up control, but it almost works in their favor while Vash is still learning. He knows that Nico won’t ever let him go too far, and won’t ever let Vash fail or do something that would hurt him. It’s the perfect mix for Vash to dip his feet into. So yes, Vash is going to dominate his boyfriend in front of other people, strangers that he’s never met.
Well, at least his self-destructive thoughts about moving in with Nico are gone.
When Vash arrives at Nico’s house, he lets himself in, no longer having to nervously wait on the front porch until Nico comes to the door. The house is dark, which makes Vash frown, and he calls out Nico’s name as he wanders through the house, checking Nico’s work room before he opens his bedroom door, noticing a dim light flooding from underneath a crack.
Inside, he finds his beautiful boyfriend, looking incredibly miserable as he lies on the floor with his feet up resting on his bed. Vash sets down his duffel bag, tilting his head to the side to match Nico’s line of sight. “Hey buddy, you doin’ okay?”
Nico makes a pathetic sobbing noise. “I’m old now. I can’t believe I threw out my back.”
Vash can’t help but laugh, sticking out his bottom lip for sympathy as he gets down onto the floor next to Nico. “Twenty-seven is looking rough on you.” Nico recently had his birthday. It was a night full of drunk, messy sex that Vash will remember fondly for years. Vash’s birthday went a little differently last summer. It’s not fun to find your first gray hair the day that you’re turning thirty-two. Vash curls himself around Nico’s head, reaching down to brush his hand through Nico’s hair. “Are you sure you want to go tonight? We could just stay here instead. I brought a whole arsenal. I have muscle relaxers in case you want to knock out, extra-strength ibuprofen, a wet and dry heating pad, some muscle cream, a massager that yes, you can use on your dick if you get desperate enough, and this special pillow that you can put between your legs if it’s hurting when you sleep.”
“Damn,” Nico says. “You really did bring a lot.”
“Chronic pain life, baby,” Vash says, smiling as leans down to press his lips to Nico’s forehead.
“Show me what you’re wearing tonight. Then I’ll decide.”
Vash frowns. “It was supposed to be a surprise!”
“When you put it on, I’ll act like I’ve never seen it before and you’ll have to pry me away, promise angel.”
“Okay, deal,” Vash says. He stands, moving to open his duffel bag. He rifles through his stuff, pulling out the larger items and setting them on Nico’s bed before he gets to his outfit. He holds it up by the straps, letting it dangle in the air. “I was thinking a thong too, for modesty.” Then, he pulls out his most trusted pair of big, black boots. “With these!”
Nico’s mouth drops open a little, and before Vash can stop him, he’s sitting up, groaning as he forces himself up and drags himself into a standing position by his bed. “That’s it, I’m fucking going. Give me that ibuprofen right now. Do you understand me, Vash? I said right now!”
Vash laughs, fully amused at how passionate Nico has become. “Okay, okay. Let’s get you feeling better, then!”
Vash prescribes Nico some ibuprofen and snuggles on a heating pad while they wait for it to kick in. During this time, Vash learns that Nico has done nothing for his back pain but take a single allergy pill and sleep all night, so Vash makes sure to rub his sore muscles while they’re still warm, using a little bit of his muscle cream on his hands, and after a few hours, Nico looks good as new, just as Vash expected. It’s funny. Nico is young and mostly pain-free, so taking time like this to baby himself a little isn’t something he normally experiences. Vash can tell that Nico is compartmentalizing it inside of his head as it happens, putting it in the foreplay category, even though it’s anything but.
Vash orders them both pizza, because even though they won’t be drinking (they never do on nights they scene as a hard rule), it’s still good for them to fuel up, and Nico’s looking incredibly compliant after. It gets him a little turned on, how Nico waits until Vash says they should start getting ready before he gets up, taking both of their dishes to wash without even mentioning it. Vash corners him in the bathroom after he’s done washing his face, touching his cheeks with both of his hands and saying, “Don’t go too deep before we get there. I’m really nervous.”
Nico smiles, a soft thing that warms Vash from the inside out. “I won’t. I’m just enjoying having you here. I missed you yesterday.”
Vash doesn’t dwell on the statement too much, reminding himself that Nico specifically asked him not to come over since he was just going to sleep. He kisses Nico’s lips, once, twice, and then says. “I got you an outfit, too,” switching the subject to what’s at the forefront of his mind.
“Oh?” Nico asks, and to this, Vash grins.
Vash kind of lied. It’s not an outfit, but a top-- if you can even call it that. He dresses Nico in a black harness. It has chains that come off of a ring at the center of Nico’s chest. They’re too delicate to pull on, only there for show, but they accentuate Nico’s incredible pecs beautifully. Vash can’t help but put his hands there, sneaking them up under the chains to grab his skin and squeeze.
“Stop feeling up my tits,” Nico says, laughing. “You’re dirty.”
“For you? Yeah,” Vash answers, leaning down to kiss Nico’s neck. It feels grounding. Vash is incredibly nervous, and he knows that’s part of why Nico is being so damn agreeable. Not only is Vash going to dom his boyfriend in front of other people, but he’s going to be meeting a lot of Nico’s friends. Nico has been going to this club since he started getting into the lifestyle. Some of these people are going to have known him for years. Vash is going to feel like a newbie, only being in Nico’s life for about nine months or so.
“I love you,” Nico tells him, wrapping his hand around the back of Vash’s neck and squeezing. “You’re gonna be so good. Elendira’s gonna eat you up.”
“Oh god,” Vash chuckles, his nerves betraying him. Elendira has done a few videos with Nico, videos that Vash has rather enjoyed. To say he’s nervous about meeting her would be an understatement. He’s far too bisexual to admit that watching her fuck his boyfriend was one of the sexiest things he’s ever seen. She owns the club they’re going to, and according to Nico, she’s incredibly excited to meet Vash.
“Stop being so nervous. But also, please don’t strap me for the first time in front of an audience. It’s harder than you think it is.” They’ve played with dildos before, but Vash has never had the desire to wear one, even though Nico has asked a few times.
“Absolutely not. The world will not bear witness to my terrible stroke game. We are, however, going to do something a little different.”
Nico raises an eyebrow. Vash is still trying not to stare at his exposed chest. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Vash smiles. “It’s a secret,” he says, teasing. “You have to wait until you find out. I even put everything we’re going to need in a separate bag before I left my place. You can’t even peek.”
Nico sighs, dejected. “You’re the worst.”
“You just said you loved me. How am I the worst?”
“You’re not,” Nico admits. “But you will be if we don’t leave soon. The party just started.”
Vash’s eyes grow large. “Get out of here, then! Let me get ready!”
Nico, once again, does as he is told.
Vash’s outfit doesn’t take a long time to put on, mostly because he had run many trial runs at his apartment, dressing himself in the mirror to really understand how all of the straps work. He’s wearing a harness, plain and simple. It crisscrosses over his bare chest, barely covering his faded top surgery scars from years ago. It hides nothing-- digging into the bit of soft skin above his hips, smushing into his thighs as it connects to back up his body. It’s a halter, one that has the same metal circle on his chest that’s present in Nico’s outfit. The circles connect everything, keeping the outfit in place. It’s made of a beautiful red leather-- Vash’’s favorite color, and Nico’s favorite color to see him in, but he keeps his thong black for contrast. He hates wearing them, and is already second-guessing himself when he has to adjust it before leaving the bedroom to show off to Nico.
As soon as he steps foot into the living room, Nico’s eyes go wide.
“Holy shit, baby. You look amazing.” Nico tells him, immediately standing up from where he was sitting on the couch to walk over to Vash. His hands want to go everywhere, touching Vash’s arms, his stomach, his back and his butt.
“You think so?” Vash responds, smiling coyly.
“Mhm,” Nico replies, his voice muffled since he’s already leaning down to kiss Vash’s neck, practically hanging off of him. “If you want, we could just stay here. I can make a real show out of taking that off with my teeth.”
Vash chuckles. “The idea is tempting, but I spent way too much time learning how to get in and out of this thing to not be seen in public wearing it. You almost ready? I just need to put on my coat.”
Nico laughs, managing to pull himself away from Vash a little. “Yeah. I can’t believe we are going to leave this house in trench coats with almost nothing underneath. I feel like a pervert.”
“We’ll stick to the highway and it’s already dark. It’ll be fine.”
“Hey,” Nico says, grabbing Vash by the wrist and stopping him in place. “Are you sure about this? Don’t make yourself do something to make me happy.”
Something warms inside of Vash, hearing him say those words. Even as ready to be taken as he is, he’s still checking in on Vash. “I’m positive,” Vash says, leaning in to give Nico a kiss, real sweet. “I'm nervous but it’ll be good.”
“I think so too,” Nico replies, giving Vash a kiss of his own. It’s full of tongue, something that makes Vash sigh as they pull apart. “Now let’s go, Daddy. I don’t wanna miss it.”
Fuck. Vash has to stand there and just breathe for a moment. Nico grabs his bag for him, cackling as he heads out of the house.
The club is in a nondescript warehouse building, one that Vash would assume was either abandoned or held big piles of building materials. The only thing that gives him any kind of clue is the big bouncer outside of the door. Nico leads them both, and when they make it to the door, the bouncer’s serious expression melts into something friendly. “Hey, man!” he says, obviously familiar with Nico and happy to see him. “Is this the boyfriend I’ve heard so much about?”
He immediately turns to Vash, extending his hand. “I am the boyfriend!” he says, giggling a little. “I’m Vash. Do you need to see ID or-”
“Nah, I trust Wolf not to bring any creeps in here. Go right ahead.”
Vash gives the man his thanks, and as soon as the doors open, the first thing he notices is that quite a few of the patrons are completely and utterly naked. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, considering the biggest item of clothing that he has on under his coat is a thong, but it still makes him blink in shock for a moment, seeing a happy woman with her breasts exposed offering to take his coat. Nico hands his over gladly, greeting the woman by name and doing a little spin when she compliments his outfit. “I’m subbing today,” he explains. “Daddy picked it out for me.”
Vash suddenly wishes he at least wore underwear that kind of covers his butt, but hearing that sweet, sweet name from Nico makes him brave enough to strip his coat too.
Vash fights the urge to cover himself with his hands, instead fixing them to Nico’s waist as he lets Nico lead him into the main room. It’s actually really well-designed. It has exposed brick that lines all sides, and soft, low lighting that sets a romantic mood. The furniture appears to be red velvet mixed with black metals and wood, but Vash knows that it’s some other synthetic fabric that’s able to be cleaned properly, as it definitely has to be cleaned properly. A man is dripping come all over his seat as they walk past, listening to his domme whisper into his ear as he moans through a gag. Nico switches Vash’s grip to his hand, leading him straight towards a blonde woman who’s sitting at the bar, drinking a martini. Vash gasps as he recognizes her immediately. That’s Elendira.
“Nico, my darling, you made it! I thought your back hurt.”
“Daddy fixed me up just fine. I’m only a little sore now,” Nico explains, kissing Elendira on each of her cheeks.
“You must be Daddy,” she says, smiling. “I’ve heard so very much about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” Vash says. He knows that he’s very red, and he tries to casually wipe his sweaty palm off on his leg before extending it to meet Elendira’s outstretched one. “I’m Vash, also.” He knows that Nico’s just playing his role, excited to get started, but being called ‘daddy’ by Elendira makes him feel far too many things, even if she’s just doing it because she probably doesn’t know his real name.
“It’s nice to meet you, Vash,” she says. “Will you be letting us watch? I’d love to see Nico be a good boy for you. He is quite the impressive sub when he wants to be.”
“That’s the plan,” Vash says, smiling to try and hide his nerves. “What’s he like when he doesn’t want to be?” Vash looks over to Nico, an eyebrow raised. Nico smiles, looking mischievous.
“He’s an awful brat, really, but I take it that he hasn’t shown you that, yet.”
“Really now?” Vash asks, curious. “But I thought you hated brats.”
Nico shrugs. “I’m the only brat that matters.” He kind of mumbles the words, and this makes Vash even more intrigued. They’re so going to talk about this later on, but he doesn’t want to lose focus now. He thinks if Nico said ‘no’ to him during this, he might actually start crying. Nico knows it, too, saying, “I promise to be good, Daddy. Don’t worry.” Then, he turns to Elendira. “Have any observation rooms available? I’m about to lose my mind if I don’t get to see what he has in his bag soon.”
“Of course,” Elendira says. Before they start, Vash quickly orders a glass of ice water, carrying it with him as Elendira stands. She takes her martini glass and starts to lead them through the main room down a hallway. There are rooms with large, glass windows on either side. Some have couples already fucking inside of them, some have pretty big crowds. Vash tries to peek, his eyes widening when he sees a woman zipping into a latex suit. He packs that in the back of his mind for later, focusing back on Elendira when she stops walking. “Here we are,” she says, unlocking the room with a key that she has hanging from her wrist.
The room looks like an average bedroom, with a large, four-post bed in the middle that’s covered with sheets that are the same dark red as the furniture in the main room. The lighting is dim, and Elendira explains that they can adjust it using the remote on the bedside table. “Everything else you’ll need is in these drawers. Nico knows what to do, but come and get me if you need something else.”
Vash nods, thanking Elendira as she leaves the room. She says she’ll let them get settled, and promises to return later to watch, along with a few of her friends.
Then, they’re alone.
“So do we just start, or-” Vash asks, and Nico cuts him off, sitting down on the edge of the bed and dragging Vash between his legs with his hand.
“Hey, relax,” he tells Vash, and Vash immediately takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “We always scene in a different room than we sleep in, and this is the same type of thing. This is your work room tonight. Okay?”
Vash runs his fingers through Nico’s hair, and the touch is grounding. He leans down to place a kiss on Nico’s shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo for a second before he pulls away.
“Okay,” he says. Nico’s big, brown eyes look up at him expectantly, and it starts a fire low in his belly. He’s ready for this, and he needs it desperately. “I want you on the bed. On your back to start with. I’m going to tie your hands and feet. Sound good?”
Nico nods. “Sounds very good. Very green, daddy.”
“That’s my good boy,” Vash says, smiling. Vash opens his backpack, rustling through the various objects to find the four pieces of black rope that he nabbed from Nico’s closet. He takes his time securing Nico’s binds to the bedframe, explaining everything else as he does. “Since you’ve been sore, I didn’t want to do anything crazy, so I wanted this to be about two things: you, and getting you to relax.” When Nico’s bindings are secure, Vash moves to the lights, turning them lower. He goes back into his bag, pulling out four candles from it and gently placing them on the bedside table. He shows each one of them to Nico, knowing that he’s going to ask if Vash doesn’t explain them first. Nico’s wonderful at what he does, but he is very guilty of backseat dominating, always a little nervous that Vash didn’t do the proper research.
“These are soy. They don’t burn as hot as other candles. They won’t burn you,” he explains, pointing to the three white candles that he sets in a row on the table. He lights each one, illuminating the room in soft light. “This is a special candle I saw online. Its wax can be used as a lotion or balm. We’re going to use that last. The temperature burns very low, so it’ll be good for your muscles.”
“Oh,” Nico says, sounding a little touched. Vash grins. He digs back into the bag, pulling out a feather toy, a pinwheel toy, and a small bullet vibrator. All of these are new to Nico, and he raises an eyebrow, definitely intrigued. Vash places them all next to his glass of water. Then, he turns, looking at Nico once more. “This is everything else we’ll be using. Green?”
“Very green,” Nico says. Vash notices that his eyes keep flicking to the pinwheel toy. He takes special note of it.
“I’m going to blindfold you now, baby. Then, I’ll start.” Nico nods, and Vash picks up the blindfold out of his bag. It’s a plain black one, and he ties it carefully around Nico’s head, waving his hand in front of his eyes to make sure that he can’t see. Most of what he has planned revolves around the element of surprise. He wants Nico to always be unsure of what sensation is coming next.
Vash picks up one of the soy candles, holding it over Nico as he watches his breath pick up in anticipation. Nico’s cock is already a little hard, trapped in his tight, black briefs. Vash runs his fingers up and down Nico’s thigh, and at the same time, he tips the candle over, just enough to spill a little of the wax on Nico’s belly. He makes sure to still have a couple of feet on Nico so the wax has enough time to cool a bit mid-air, and it seems to have paid off, as Nico doesn’t cry out or tell him that he’s been burned, he just groans, showing Vash his pleasure.
Vash smiles, biting the corner of his lips. He’s incredibly pleased with his choices at this moment. Vash waits for the wax to fully cool, then he leans down and slowly starts to peel it off of Nico. He knows that he has to go slow to avoid ripping out Nico’s body hair, and he’s happy when the wax slides fully off of him without taking any prisoners with it. Nico’s stomach muscles twitch at each and every touch, but he’s patient as Vash gets started. Now that he’s sure that this won’t end in bodily injury, he decides his baby deserves a reward.
“You were so patient while Daddy tested everything,” Vash says, setting the candle down on the bedside table as he crawls between Nico’s leg. “You deserve a little treat, baby.” He leans down and places a kiss on Nico’s half-hard cock, his lips touching the fabric of his underwear. Vash mouths at his dick just like that for a moment, relishing when Nico twitches and groans under him.
Vash pulls away then, taking his place as he stands over Nico again. He picks up another one of the candles and tilts it, dropping a line of wax from Nico’s navel up to his chest, barely missing a nipple. Nico hisses, his chest heaving as his hands flex in their bindings. Vash can tell that he likes it, and he wonders how long it's been since someone has taken their time with Nico like this, if ever. He quickly switches toys, opting for the feather this time. “Good boy,” Vash coos, dragging the feather toy up Nico’s side.
Nico gasps, an involuntary giggle leaving his lips as he’s tickled. He twitches all over as Vash brings the toy up and down his side gently. He brushes Nico’s nipple with it, too, knowing that it’s probably more tortuous than a gust of air against the sensitive spot.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Nico offers, again, showing his pleasure and Vash feels himself pulse at the spike of arousal that moves through him.
“You look so beautiful like this,” Vash says. He reaches down to wrap his fingers into Nico’s hair, giving it a rather rough tug. Nico’s mouth drops open, and Vash helps himself to a kiss, licking inside of his baby’s mouth greedily. Nico moans into it, still twitching a little, like he expects the tickling to come back at any second. Vash figures he just wants it to, so he gives it to him, sneaking the feather down between his legs to tickle the inside of his thighs.
Nico gasps again. His legs try to come together, but the binds stop them. Vash smiles at his handiwork, knowing that it must be driving Nico a little crazy. “I can do whatever I want with you,” Vash tells him, keeping his voice low and smooth. He reaches down to pinch Nico’s nipple between his fingers before he starts to work the next layer of wax off. Nico’s skin doesn’t look pink or burned, and this makes him even more happy. He picks up the candle once more, this time making sure he’s at his full height as he drops the wax onto Nico’s thigh. He knows that the skin there is especially sensitive, so when Nico twists a little as it hits his skin, he coos praises at him, knowing that it must have stung. “Sweet baby, you’re only good for me, is that it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Nico replies. His voice sounds choked, almost like he’s been going at it for hours. This really must be getting to him. Vash sets the candle on the floor next to him, deciding to stroke Nico’s cock through his underwear for a few moments. “You’re so wet, baby. You can finish if you want to, but don’t expect an orgasm to come from me, not yet, at least.” He doesn’t expect Nico to be practically dripping like a faucet at just a few touches, so he figures letting Nico come when he wants to is nice enough. “If you do come, I’m going to make you finish again before I let you go.” Vash has a plan for that orgasm, and he’s really looking forward to it.
“Understood, Daddy,” Nico says, and it takes all of Vash’s restraint to not abandon all of his plans and climb onto Nico’s dick right then and there.
Vash looks up from Nico, and notices that the shadows from the hallway have changed. They definitely have company now, and he has to close his eyes and take a breath to keep himself from looking. Focus on your sub, Vash tells himself, because really, all that matters right now is Nico, his own insecurities can take the back seat.
Vash gently peels the wax off of Nico’s thigh, and instead of following his earlier pattern of wax, toy, wax, personal touch, he decides to use another toy, the one that Nico was so carefully eyeing earlier. Vash brings the pinwheel tickler back to Nico’s thigh, the same spot that’s gone slightly pink from the hot wax being on it. He runs the toy over the inside of Nico’s thigh, letting the pinpricks tease over his sensitive skin. “Fuck!” Nico wheezes, giggling a little as he tries and fails, yet again, to bring his legs together on instinct. Vash runs the toy up and down his leg a few times, noticing how his dick twitches and drools at the sensation. Nico kicks the bedframe a few times, and Vash eases up, checking in with him as Nico catches his breath.
“Color, baby.”
“Green. That one’s a lot though. I think it’s going to make me come.” He’s downright whining, a sound that Vash hasn’t heard from Nico before. It’s incredibly sexy, and Vash can feel his wetness spread to his thighs, knowing that whoever is looking at him can probably see it glistening when he leans over to place a kiss onto Nico’s stomach.
“You shouldn’t give me your weaknesses,” Vash says gently, pinching the skin where his lips just were and immediately following it with the tickling toy after.
Nico immediately cries out, his body twisting in the restraints as he moans through clenched teeth, his heel kicking against the bedframe again. Vash doesn’t want him to finish just yet, so he lets off quickly, and by how Nico’s cock kicks and drools, he can tell that it was just in time.
Vash takes a sip of his water, bringing a piece of ice into his mouth and sucking it clean before he brings it between his fingers. Ice can be dangerous to the skin where he’s dropped the wax, so he brings it to Nico’s lips, the sensation cool and teasing. Nico focuses on it, moaning breathily. “Open,” Vash says, and Nico obliges immediately, parting his lips for the ice cube to slip into. Vash follows it with his tongue, digging the ice cube out of Nico’s mouth before passing it back, giving Nico something to do to force his orgasm back, just a little.
When the ice cube has almost melted, Vash stands again, picking up the candle once more. It has accumulated quite a bit of wax, so Vash tips it slowly to cover as much space as he can. He starts dripping it on Nico’s chest before bringing it down, down, letting one drop fall on the underside of Nico’s cock before he spills the rest on Nico’s untouched thigh. Nico hisses, and then cries out when Vash immediately brings the tickling toy back to his skin. Vash presses it into his other side, digging in right over his hip, and then up closer to his armpit. It’s an incredible thing to watch, how Nico strains, and his chest heaves, giggling as the sensations grow and twist.
Nico’s giggling as he comes, his hips rocking off of the bed, searching frantically for any kind of friction as he starts to spill through his boxers. The come pools and spills onto Nico’s lower stomach, leaving him twitching even after Vash has removed the toy from his skin.
Vash barely gives him a second to breathe before he’s kissing him, climbing onto the bed for what comes next.
“Good boy, baby,” he says. “I’m going to sit on your face as your reward.”
“Green, green, green” Nico mumbles, his tongue already lolling out of his mouth to show how eager he is. Vash feels his cunt clench at Nico’s desperation. He shuts out the rest of the world, focusing only on climbing onto Nico’s face and pulling his panties to the side. Nico’s tongue greets his dick as soon as Vash sinks down, and he moans like a man starved.
“Shit,” Vash swears, holding onto the headboard for balance as he slowly starts to ride Nico’s face. He wouldn’t need to if Nico had his hands free, but there’s something about slowly grinding over him, letting Nico’s incredible nose hit his clit that has his belly going hot and tight immediately. “Hang on baby,” Vash tells him, pulling Nico off of himself by his hair. Nico pants like a dog, making a sobbing noise that doesn’t help how badly Vash wants to finish at all. “You’re just so good that Daddy wants to make you feel good too.”
Vash stands, stripping off his thong, exhaling at how sensitive his hardened clit feels when the fabric brushes against it. Then, he gets back onto Nico, but this time, he’s turned around. Vash pulls Nico’s cock free, giving it an experimental lick, and then he backs up a little. Nico makes a cute, shocked sound as he understands what’s going on, using all of the leverage he has to meet Vash where he is. Nico goes right back to eating him like a starving man as Vash starts to suck him off. He’s not surprised that Nico’s hard again already, and he loves how sensitive he is, feeling and seeing all of his muscles kick and twitch as Vash gives him pleasure. He can’t really ride Nico’s face too well like this, but it does the trick just fine. Nico sucks his clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as Vash swallows him all of the way down. Nico moans against him, his hips fucking up into Vash’s throat desperately. Vash doesn’t scold him, too far gone to tell him to stop. “You’re such an eager puppy,” he says, taking a moment to stroke Nico’s dick with his hands, and the resounding moan against his hole says all that it needs to say. Nico is gone for him, only there to please. Vash goes back to it, moaning as Nico does something incredible with his tongue.
He can feel himself getting closer with every brush of Nico’s mouth against him, so worked up from everything that he can’t even be bothered to care. When they get home, he wants to have Nico again. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever want to stop.
“Getting close, baby. Keep going,” Vash orders, and Nico moans in reply. He keeps up his efforts, perfectly exploring Vash with his tongue, knowing just where to lick and suck even if he can’t see. He knows Vash’s body from the inside out, and this much is apparent now. Vash feels his orgasm approaching rapidly, and he knows that he’s going to squirt when he finishes. He swears, sucking Nico’s cock to the back of his throat so he doesn’t scream as loud as he wants to.
Vash comes, definitely wetting up Nico’s face, chest, and the blindfold as he does. He shakes through it, and pulls off just long enough to say, “Good boy, puppy,” as he’s coming down.
Nico makes an incredible wailing noise into him, and then almost without any warning, he comes inside of Vash’s mouth. Vash sucks him through it, pulling off of Nico’s face slightly to hear how he sobs and moans and moans. Vash swallows everything Nico has to give, finally pulling off with a dazed smile across his face.
He gives himself a second to breathe, and then he scoots forward to undo Nico’s bindings, knowing that at this point, he’ll be happy to have them gone. He undoes Nico’s feet first, and then moves to his hands. The last thing that Vash takes off is the blindfold, and he’s a little shocked to find Nico’s eyelashes wet behind it.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, his voice breathy and astonished.
“Yeah,” Nico answers, still catching his breath. “Hold me,” he says, and Vash doesn’t think for a single second. He climbs right into the bed next to Nico and pulls him in close. Nico rests his head on Vash’s chest, and it takes a moment, but Vash realizes he’s shaking.
“Baby,” Vash coos, stroking through Nico’s hair. Nico’s a mess, all kinds of wet and sticky. They’re definitely not going to stay much longer than this, but Vash can’t be assed to care right now. “How do you feel? Can you tell me?”
Nico thinks for a moment, trying to pull himself out of the fog of his mind enough to speak. “That was a lot. I don’t know why it was a lot.”
“Shh shh,” Vash tells him. “You don’t have to have a reason, but I’ve got you. Let’s just stay like this, and then when you’re ready, I’ll give you a nice massage. How does that sound?”
“Good,” Nico answers, tucking his head into the crook of Vash’s neck. Vash thinks that he might be crying a little, but he doesn’t say anything, knowing how hard it is for Nico to have moments like this when it’s just the two of them in the comfort of his own home. It must be infinitely harder here. Vash keeps his grip on Nico firm, holding him steady and keeping him from shaking apart. He doesn’t know how much time passes, only paying attention to the fact that after a while, Nico’s shaking slows, and his breathing goes back to normal.
Eventually, he pulls away from Vash, wiping his face on the back of his hand.
“I-” he starts, moving to sit by himself on the bed. Vash rises, and without a word he pulls the blinds on the window to the room. Whoever was watching them before has already left, but he doesn’t want to risk it, not while Nico’s still coming back to himself.
“Turn over, baby. It’ll be easier to talk if you don’t have to look at me.” Vash knows Nico well enough to know that’s true, and by Nico’s tiny, grateful smile, he can tell that it makes Nico feel a little relieved. Nico does, and Vash sits on his thighs, straddling him. He can just reach the massage candle, and he tips a bit of the wax onto his own skin before reaching down to rub the soft, warm wax into Nico’s lower back. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Nico,” Vash tells him.
“I don’t feel bad,” he starts, and Vash figures that’s a good sign. “It was just a lot. I don’t know why.”
Vash feels an especially tight bunch of muscle. He drops a bit more wax into his hands before digging his knuckles into the spot gently. “If I could guess, I think it’s because I surprised you. You didn’t have time to prepare. I didn’t dig anything but the restraints out of your closet.” Then, he laughs. “I also forgot to use the vibrator.”
Nico laughs a little at that, too. “I kept expecting it.”
“In my defense, I didn’t expect you to come from being tickled. Have you ever done that before?”
“Nope!” Nico answers, popping the ‘p’ between his lips.
“That could be why, too. Let me finish rubbing your back, then I’ll get our coats. I’ll drive home and then we can take a bath to finish everything off. Next time we come here, I’m picking something a little less messy. I’m also going to try to not squirt all over your face.”
“That might be useful. I smell like pussy.”
Vash scoffs, but he doesn’t stop rubbing Nico’s back for a while, working all the way up to his shoulders and neck before he decides that he’s had enough. When he’s packing everything into his backpack, there’s a gentle knock at the door. Elendira sticks her head in, smiling softly at the two of them with both of their coats in her hands.
“Darlings,” she says. “Would you like to leave out the back door? There’s quite a few of Wolf’s appreciators that have just arrived.”
“Yes, please,” Nico answers for them, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink.
Elendira hands him their coats, and gives Nico an amused look. “Maybe one time we can show him what a terrible brat you are, but it was nice to see you be good, too. You’ve trained a wonderful dom for yourself, you lucky bastard.”
Nico gives her a goofy smile in return, half of his mouth tilting up. “I am lucky.”
The ride home is relatively quiet. Vash keeps the radio on low, and Nico half-dozes in the passenger seat. When they get back to Nico’s place, Vash draws a bath for them, getting in first so Nico can lay back against his chest.
“You know, I didn’t even get to wear my Santa hat,” Nico laments, and Vash laughs.
“Next time we go, I want to ride your dick in that main room, on a table like we’re the main course.”
“Good Lord, Saverem,” Nico chuckles. Vash kisses the back of his neck. “You always find a way to surprise me.”