"Yes." He wanted nothing more than that right now. "Oh, yes please."

Despite how clearly desperate Vash is, while not on drugs or magical influences, he's still careful when it comes to this. His hands shifting and moving to help lift Cyril into his arms. The water helping to make this much easier on his depleted muscles. "Ready?" His voice is trembling with his effort to not simply shove immediately into his lover as every fiber of his being is telling him to do.