When he was having those weirdly domestic dreams (crossed with, y'know, necking in the car), it wasn't like he could really feel anything. Dreams are strange like that — you get a hug from a person and it never feels like anything, but you know someone gave you a hug anyway. Ain could never feel the lips on his neck or the arms around him in a physical sense, and maybe that dampened the blow when he woke up all those nights freaking the fuck out. So, suffice it to say, when he gets to feel everything from behind, he's suddenly so glad that the drone of the motorcycle blocks out the squeal he makes in the back of his throat, and so glad that he's wearing a helmet and his expression can't be seen through it, nor from behind.
Ain hates that his first observation is that Wolfwood feels like an almost comforting weight behind him. He hates that the second has to do with how much he can feel, from that muscular chest to everything below the belt, and that the third has to deal with the fact that Wolfwood is hung like a racehorse. Some girl is gonna be real happy with him yep yep yep and surely this feeling in his stomach is Masculine Jealousy, right, right...
He takes a shaky breath and nods, then yells out,]
Ready!
[He sounds so much more confident than he feels in this moment. All he needs to do is focus on not touching the gas tank, right? Focus on the road. The things happening that are not Wolfwood. Wolfwood is not the things to focus on.]
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Date: 2024-02-08 07:56 pm (UTC)When he was having those weirdly domestic dreams (crossed with, y'know, necking in the car), it wasn't like he could really feel anything. Dreams are strange like that — you get a hug from a person and it never feels like anything, but you know someone gave you a hug anyway. Ain could never feel the lips on his neck or the arms around him in a physical sense, and maybe that dampened the blow when he woke up all those nights freaking the fuck out. So, suffice it to say, when he gets to feel everything from behind, he's suddenly so glad that the drone of the motorcycle blocks out the squeal he makes in the back of his throat, and so glad that he's wearing a helmet and his expression can't be seen through it, nor from behind.
Ain hates that his first observation is that Wolfwood feels like an almost comforting weight behind him. He hates that the second has to do with how much he can feel, from that muscular chest to everything below the belt, and that the third has to deal with the fact that Wolfwood is hung like a racehorse. Some girl is gonna be real happy with him yep yep yep and surely this feeling in his stomach is Masculine Jealousy, right, right...
He takes a shaky breath and nods, then yells out,]
Ready!
[He sounds so much more confident than he feels in this moment. All he needs to do is focus on not touching the gas tank, right? Focus on the road. The things happening that are not Wolfwood. Wolfwood is not the things to focus on.]