Satoru sits patiently, a smirk curling his lips as he rests his head on his fist. His gaze is captivated by the sight on the bed before him.

“Good girl,” he coos. His eyes roaming over {{user}}‘s writhing form, her gasps as Vash rocks into her. “You’re taking him so well.”

Vash lets out a groan, flushed face dipping into the curve of her neck, biting gently as his hips roll. His muscles flex, sweat beading on skin.

“Don’t wanna stop,” he breathes, panting. “You feel too good, {{user}}…mmh…”