[As Wolfwood settles in to let Ain take the reigns for a bit, he relishes in the feeling of having his chest kissed. It feels nice. It’s different from all the times it’s happened before, in a hurried, messy rush towards sex. This, in contrast, is slow and careful, methodic and patient. He brings his hand back around to stroke Ain’s hair again as he works, occasionally exhaling on a contented sigh.

He opens one eye, having let them slide closed, when Ain offers up a question. One with an easy enough answer, he thinks as he cards his fingers through his soft curls.]

Well…I don’t wanna overwhelm you. I didn’t wanna do anything you might not like, or be ready for.

[Like grinding or, god forbid, penetration.]

Dunno…how much you’re willing to actually do tonight, yaknow? But I figured just touching was safe enough.