[Yeah uh. This is not helping his erection even slightly. Wolfwood groans under his breath, and now itās his turn to cross his legs, thankful that this table is hiding him presently from the world as he quickly pulls his jacket back on. Ain fucking slept in it?? Why? Itās a leather jacket, that shit canāt be comfortable even if he fell asleep wearing it on accident, which he clearly did not since he JUST said he wore it all week.
Honestly wishing he was the one with his head on the table, because his dick is straining in his pants in protest like why are we sitting here doing nothing when thereās a cute boy right there to ruin. But he canāt, theyāre nowhere in that ballpark, and Wolfwood would sooner out himself to Chapel than do anything while Ain is clearly experiencing his first drunk moment.
Itās. Fine. Heās just drunk. He doesnāt know what heās saying or how it sounds. Heāll probably forget what he said when he sobers up anyway.]
Rā¦right. Sure.
[He takes a slow breath to calm himself down, flagging the waitress over before mouthing āwaterā to her. She brings them two glasses within a minute.]
Here, drink some water. That booze is going to knock you on your ass if thatās all you drink.
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Date: 2024-02-10 06:30 pm (UTC)Honestly wishing he was the one with his head on the table, because his dick is straining in his pants in protest like why are we sitting here doing nothing when thereās a cute boy right there to ruin. But he canāt, theyāre nowhere in that ballpark, and Wolfwood would sooner out himself to Chapel than do anything while Ain is clearly experiencing his first drunk moment.
Itās. Fine. Heās just drunk. He doesnāt know what heās saying or how it sounds. Heāll probably forget what he said when he sobers up anyway.]
Rā¦right. Sure.
[He takes a slow breath to calm himself down, flagging the waitress over before mouthing āwaterā to her. She brings them two glasses within a minute.]
Here, drink some water. That booze is going to knock you on your ass if thatās all you drink.