[As they head outside, Wolfwood lets Ain take the lead on where they go, and he’s not surprised by the way he runs right up to the edge of the lake. He prefers it that way actually, as opposed to staying on the sidewalk near the others out here. He just has to hope it’s not against this place’s rules to walk on the grass or whatever…surely not, if people feed these birds when it’s warmer out.
Also yes, he did see that slip of skin, and he is about to act up over it. Good lord give him strength.]
Wouldn’t dream of it, angel. I’ve got other things in mind.
[Well. He’s pondering it, anyway. He hasn’t decided 100% for sure if he should or not…but Ain’s admissions in the car will surely make his mind up for him.
For a while, he walks with just his hands in his pockets under the guise of keeping them warm, but eventually that isn’t enough. He knows what he wants…he just has to be careful, since they’re in public. It’s dark though, and Wolfwood’s coat is kindof long between them…
Long enough, he thinks, to adequately hide their hands as Wolfwood sidles close enough to Ain to nearly be touching him side-by-side, but not quite. It’s…so he can take his hand to hold, gently, threading their fingers in the safety of the shadow between them.]
[Ain... can't say he minds this. It's dark. Wolfwood is wearing black, and they're far enough from the path that most people won't look at them. And if anyone does, again, it would be difficult to notice. He squeezes Wolfwood's hand in his. It's warm. Soft in ways Ain didn't expect it to be.
He feels so safe with Wolfwood. Even if the world as a whole and God Himself doesn't want them to be safe, will scorn them, whatever... right now, Ain doesn't care. He feels comforted. He wants to lean into Wolfwood more and kiss him. Tell him he cares for him. Thank him for coming out here...
He'll save it all for the car.]
You've done nothing but make me feel cared for the entire time I've been coming out here. It's no wonder, huh... [No wonder that Wolfwood had to be the first boy he was ever keen on. The first one he's kissed.]
[Save it for the car, so Wolfwood will feel more justified in his decision to take Ain to a hotel. So he won’t be convinced to talk himself out of it, that it might be too much to do something like that on their first real date. For Ain’s first real foray into sexual exploration.
But, then…nobody said they really had to do much of anything, right? What if he just wants to spend more time with him somewhere private? Where they can talk and kiss and just be together? Is that so wrong?
He’s mired deep in this thinking when Ain’s soft voice pulls him back out of it, his hand giving Ain’s a gentle squeeze. It’s soft, yet calloused along the fingertips and knuckles for…unsavory reasons. His thumb brushes over the back of Ain’s knuckles, and he realizes pretty much in that moment that he’s screwed.]
‘Course I have. You make me want to be a better version of myself. And to be better for you.
[What does that mean? Who could say. Only Wolfwood knows for sure.]
You deserve to be happy, Ain. And to feel cared for like that.
Aha, stop. You're great the way you are, you know. Everyone has room for improvement, but really... you haven't done anything strange to say that.
[You know all those mafia red flags? Yeah Ain still has not seen them. Wolfwood is just a dude. Sort of what Ain wants to be, he thinks. He imagines now if he weren't raised so religiously... would he have known how he felt about guys sooner?
Something to chew on, maybe.
Ain looks over to where the ducks are and smiles.]
I'm glad we met. I can't really get enough of you right now, haha.
[Soon enough, they'll finish their lap around the lake. Soon enough, they'll be back with the regular dinner crowd, and they'll have to leave room for Jesus and stop holding hands. That's all gonna end when they get to the car, though. Ain's going to say all sorts of stuff that would've landed them in real hot water outside of it.]
[Yeah, haha…what about all of the people he’s shaken down for Chapel’s sake? The people he’s hurt? Killed? He is not just a dude, unfortunately. In fact, there is a lot going on with Wolfwood that is very, very bad. Very sinful, and that’s not even including his sexuality. But at least here right now with Ain, he doesn’t have to think about that side of his life. He can just hold hands with him and walk around the lake, talking to each other in hushed tones like they’re talking under the blankets at a sleepover, trying to not be overheard.
Wolfwood is used to this part of it. You can’t just be a gay man in this world, not without risking being the result of a hate crime, or worse. Even gay bars aren’t really “safe”, but often times people take what they can get. So this, at least, he can handle…even if it means hiding their joined hands between them until they get around to the other side of the lake.]
I promised, didn’t I? I ain’t lettin’ you go back home just yet.
[Night has long since fallen, but the evening is still relatively young as they head back for the car. Wolfwood has to reluctantly let Ain go when they get to the sidewalk, stepping away from him so as not to arouse suspicion. There’s part of him that wants to keep holding his hand once they get in the car, but unfortunately he needs both to pull out of the parking lot.
In the meantime, though…the doors to the truck shut and lock, and Wolfwood turns the radio on very low so he can hear Ain over it as he turns up the heater. He lets the engine purr for a minute to heat up, glancing over at Ain out of the corner of his eye while he pulls out a cigarette to light before they get back on the road.]
So…I believe you had somethin’ you wanted to tell me about.
[Of course Wolfwood immediately lights up. Why is Ain not surprised? And yet... he's started to associate the scent of nicotine with Wolfwood, so he hardly minds. Sure, he'll take his secondhand lung cancer.]
Uh-huh. The dreams, remember? [...] You got the cute one. The other ones are, um...
...I don't know if it's too much to admit on a first date, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to go home feeling normal either. So! [That will probably be Wolfwood's... second? sign of the night that Ain's been fucking Thirsty over him.] The first one I ever had was actually me getting to fondle your chest, haha... I guess I was staring too long at the diner. I really wanted to touch it then, too, but I didn't have that figured out at the time. ...soooort of why I felt you up on the bike. Sorry!
[Somehow, he doesn't actually sound all that sorry. Ain folds his hands in his lap and crosses his legs with purpose, like oh no he's totally not been horny over any of this. Nope.]
You know the one where we were necking in the car already. [That was the precursor to actually doing so.] Um... I'm sure you remember driving the bike and me sitting in front. I sat in front because I knew I was going to be tempted to put my hands all over you, since that was after that dream I just mentioned. But then... I dunno. I could...
[Squirms.]
Feel you pressed against me, and it was bad. I was glad you couldn't see my face at all, because I must've looked like a mess. It was... good? It was too good. Anyway, I went home and woke up having a fever dream where you were pressed against me like that, but you were pushing me down into... something. I don't know. A bed or a wall or even the floor, it wasn't clear. I didn't stay asleep for long after that.
[He woke up so hard he couldn't think straight. And he didn't think straight. At all.]
[Wolfwood listens as he lights up, puffing at his smoldering cigarette to get it lit before sitting back in his seat, keeping the window cracked just enough to let the smoke filter out so poor Ain isn’t suffocating in here with him. Genuinely, though? He’s expecting Ain’s dreams to be rather tame, all things considered. The cute dream he’s heard about, and the one with them necking…it’s all rather chaste and innocent sounding. Which makes sense for a virgin, especially one with no sexual experiences to draw from at all. He doubts Ain has even seen much of it in media…in his romance novels, maybe? But he highly doubts his religious family would allow him to read anything that had sex in it, even if it was post-marriage straight missionary sex.
So he nods along, yeah yeah that all sounds about…wait what the fuck-
Wolfwood sits forward, coughing a bit as he nearly swallows the damn cigarette. The smoke burns in his nose, and for a moment he has to cup around his mouth so he doesn’t drop the thing onto his seats and burn a hole through the leather. He grabs it quickly between his index and middle finger so he can draw it away from his mouth, ashing it in the ash tray as he looks sidelong at Ain, incredulous.]
You…dreamed about fondling me? You serious?
[And…jesus he really wasn’t imagining things then when he felt Ain touching his abdomen and chest on the bike. That wasn’t innocently adjusting his grip, he did that on purpose!! And then…
Then.
Ain starts to tell him about the last dream he’d had. About the way he dreamed Wolfwood would be “pressed against him”, thanks to what he could remember on the bike. Pushing him into a bed, the wall, the floor…
Was…was Ain subconsciously dreaming about being fucked? Without really understanding what his brain was trying to make happen for him?
He grits his teeth, and realizes he’s chewed on the cigarette so hard he’s split the filter, causing the packed nicotine to spill into his mouth. He coughs, gagging and spitting it out into his hand before quickly shaking it off into the ash tray, finally pulling back out of the parking lot with a sense of urgent purpose.]
…Okay, Ain? I’m takin’ you with me to a hotel. We don’t gotta stay all night if you don’t want to, I just…need to be with you for a while. Privately.
[He is…throbbing, now. He has to do SOMETHING with Ain tonight, even if it’s as small and chaste as he can possibly get away with.
[Ain is bright red by the time he finishes recounting all of that, feeling both like there's a weight off his chest and like he's going to be stupidly embarrassed walking into the hotel they're now apparently going to. He's alarmed, also, when Wolfwood pretty much chokes multiple times, but...
Apparently he's fine. Alarmed? Ain supposes that makes sense. He was also alarmed. And he wants to point out there was no fucking they were Clothed, his brain only goes so far. Like, clearly they're gonna do something, maybe Wolfwood will put his hands all over Ain in the places Ain was too shy to try, who knows. He has a Feeling.]
Huh...? Alright, that's fine...
[He wasn't exactly done, but maybe he'll save that for the hotel. The one where he was imagining Wolfwood touching him, like, really touching him, in ways only someone that's a horny virgin could possibly comprehend.
Ain's face burns.]
It's not too much for a first date, is it? Or a first... date that I'm aware of, date? [Because let's be real, the others were dates, Ain's just dumb.]
Don’t worry about that. They were all dates. Consider this one the third.
[So you know, if he was wondering-!!
Wolfwood of course will be glad to hear more. More than thrilled to know that Ain had wet dreams about Wolfwood, and then later imagined being touched by him. But that happening in the hotel is probably wise, because by that point he’s not going to be able to restrain himself any longer. He’s already struggling as it is thinking about it.
How often…do you get this opportunity not only with your crush, but with a Virgin? Not just any virgin either, but someone so completely new to the whole thing that Wolfwood isn’t yet convinced Ain has ever had an orgasm before. More things to discover later, for now he is speeding just a small bit getting to the hotel.
And the hotel is…fine. It is Southside, meaning that it’s an average run of the mill hotel that isn’t fancy and probably will be the poorest lodgings Ain’s ever experienced, but what matters is it’s clean and private. Wolfwood walks in with Ain and books two rooms on the fourth and top floor, too easily making up a lie about how they’re both on a business trip for the week and need a place to stay for the night. The person handling the keys doesn’t think twice- especially not when they spot Wolfwood’s crosses- and even MORESO when Wolfwood tips them extra.
It’s a silent order. We were never here, and if word gets around, I’ll come find you.
Then…with the hallways empty due to the rooms being filled for the evening, Wolfwood has less to worry about by taking Ain by the hand once they step off the landing to the fourth floor, walking along with him to their room. As they’re making it inside, Wolfwood looks down at Ain out of the corner of his eye.]
Listen, Ain. I’m just gonna tell you now that…if I do anything you don’t want, you need to tell me and we’ll stop. I’d be just as happy kissing and holding you all night.
Ain is having a whole moment over here that's basically summed up as "I have no idea what I'm doing and he's gonna know immediately", which as it turns out is fine for Wolfwood and his deflowering kink. He's still incredibly nervous, though he tries not to let that show as he lets Wolfwood lead them along.
And so they get to the room. Dingy. Not fancy. Kind of sucks if he's honest. Yet...
He strays over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it, nodding stiffly.]
I'll let you know. I just... you know, I don't have any experience, so I'm sure it won't be that great for you.
[Oh buddy. Oh you have no idea how untrue that is.]
I've been so afflicted, though. If we'd called the date there at the restaurant, I would've gone home and had more fantasies about you touching me— [We Are Opening A Can Of Worms] —and then I'd keep feeling unsatisfied every night because you're not there. So I'm glad we're here, but just... have zero expectations. Okay? Okay.
[Okay. They’re in the room. Well. One of the two rooms Wolfwood paid for. The door is locked. Doubly so as Wolfwood pulls the chain over on the door to make absolutely sure nobody is getting in. It’s about then that he turns to see Ain perched on the edge of the bed all pretty as he moves to toe off his shoes, and-]
W- wait, hold on-
[He feels his stomach abruptly drop to his def as he pads over to where Ain ended up, standing there dumbly with just his socks on.]
Tell me more about that. Please. You’ve thought about…me touching you? […] Did you ever…you said unsatisfied, does that mean you’ve been…?
[Oh god, oh god he’s been masturbating to him-]
…have you…gotten off? I mean. Uh. …orgasmed? Do you know what that is?
[He’s so sorry he’s having a whole moment and his dick is going to explode, he has such a fucking kink for this]
[Ain... will also kick off his shoes. And sort of hurriedly remove his cardigan, leaving him just in that sweater. The cardigan ends up over the foot of the bed on one of the posts.]
Yes, I know what— I'm a doctor. [Bro... like he gets it but bro.] And... kind of. I guess. I don't know, it wasn't that good, like I said. I've never actually— I mean, it was through whatever I was wearing at the time because I felt ashamed, I guess? Sometimes I've just got a pillow between my legs. [So, you know, multiple times he's done this.] But it's— it's difficult to go to sleep at night and have all these sinful dreams about you and wake up feeling feverish. That's what I'm trying to convey. It's...
[He cannot possibly get any redder. Now he's pushing his thighs together, hands shoved between the upper thigh and his knee, like he's Trying to hide.]
...I want you to touch me, Nick. Like— really. Put your hands wherever you want. Just get it out of my system.
[In just that moment, Wolfwood is pretty sure his brain explodes. A weaker man would have just died on the spot (it is him he’s the weak man). Because not only did Ain just admit to touching himself while alone thinking about him…
He just called him Nick. Entirely unprompted.
So. If the tent in his jeans wasn’t yet visible before, it is now. Yet he stands there in the middle of the room as if frozen with indecision, unsure whether to take it slow or just pounce on Ain immediately. Like, he knows what the correct answer is, it’s just a matter of wrangling his brain into cooperating.]
R-right. Right, sorry.
[He’s a Virgin, not stupid.
Wolfwood, for a blessing, doesn’t just jump Ain’s bones right then and there. He approaches him slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. Touching him he can do. Easy. Honestly, if Ain’s only been touching himself through his clothing so far…
He sighs shakily, leaning over to press a kiss to Ain’s hair.]
I’ll show you. I’ll show you exactly how it’s meant to be.
[But how does he want to do it, is the question. Well…he sure does know where he wants to start.
He scoots back until he’s propped up against the pillows, then gestures at his own legs.]
C’mere. Sit in my lap. Facing me, sideways. However it feels comfortable.
Ain briefly hesitates, following Wolfwood with his eyes. How should he sit, he wonders? Like— they're clearly doing something, so... Facing him? Yeah, facing him.
Ain crawls his way up onto the bed, definitely hard and definitely flustered, and then hesitates again while he tries to figure out how he should arrange himself. Then, he plants his hands on Wolfwood's shoulders for balance, swings a leg over the guy's thighs, and sits down on them. Straddling him.
This is embarrassing. This is also the most exciting thing he's done in his entire life.]
[And just like that, it’s Wolfwood’s fantasy coming true. Ain is sitting pretty on his thighs, flushed and nervous, and he can feel his budding erection against one leg. With Ain’s hands on his shoulders, he has no fear he’ll go tumbling off. It also means he can lay his hands on Ain’s hips, brushing his thumbs over them as he tilts his head up to press a kiss to his lips.]
Now…we do some neckin’ for a while. Like we did in the car.
[His voice is low, soft as he smooches Ain between words. Smooch smooch.]
[He doesn't need to say "I don't know what I'm doing, put your expectations on the floor" again. He knows he doesn't, but he's tempted to anyway. Yes, honey, Wolfwood knows you don't know a single thing. Firsts are like that.
Ain has no idea that he's feeding into Wolfwood's kinks right now. Like, no matter what he says, it's gonna rev his partner's engines. No matter what he does, that's still true.
So he kisses Wolfwood, trying to tamper down the need to say "I know this is gonna suck, but". Take that urge and throw it at the wall until it dies. They're light kisses, although Ain tries to deepen them the longer they go. He's not sure how, but he sort of gets the whole lip-moving motion by now, so maybe if he just tilts his head a little...
His hands squeeze Wolfwood's shoulders. Oh Buddy he is Nervous.]
[Wolfwood can tell. He can feel the subtle tremble in Ain’s fingertips as he grips his shoulders, and in response Wolfwood simply rubs gentle circles into his sides as they kiss. It’s encouraging that Ain is trying to deepen the kiss; it means that he’s eager for more, or at the very least willing to try. And Wolfwood is more than happy to provide.
He’ll teach him, step by step. A little lick to his bottom lip, a teasing preview, then he’s pressing against his lips in a silent request for access. If/when Ain opens his mouth, be it intent or reflex, Wolfwood will tilt his head and deepen the kiss all the more, until they’re not just chaste kissing, but actually making out. There is tongue involved. Ain can taste a funny mixture of chocolate and cigarettes.
Wolfwood, meanwhile…is getting harder. Somehow. He can feel the curve of his cock trapped just behind where Ain sits, almost acting as a seat in its own right as Wolfwood struggles to behave, for the moment. Though all he wants is to rut into Ain’s plush ass, he doesn’t. He stays still and focuses on teaching him how to kiss, eventually parting with a strand of saliva connecting them for a few seconds.
He huffs on a low laugh, his hands wandering a little further up, resting at his sides beneath his rib cage.]
You’re doing so good, baby. How does it feel? Good?
[Oh boy. Wolfwood's tongue slides into Ain's mouth and the first noise he makes is one of surprise, like hello wait what, and it very quickly peters off into a string of low moans. At some point, he becomes aware of himself and tries to keep his voice down, but he sure is returning Wolfwood's affections with appreciative sounds, that's for sure. If there were any doubt that he'd enjoy himself, let that be cleared up.
Still, Wolfwood has all the power here. Ain kisses him eagerly, but it's sloppy for obvious reasons. Their tongues press together, and Ain relents to let Wolfwood lick into his mouth instead, practically sucking on the guy's tongue for a minute until they have to part to breathe. There's saliva running down the corner of Ain's mouth, and he swipes it away with a hand, embarrassed. God, that was probably unattractive.]
Mm... g-good. [If it wasn't obvious by the moaning. Get ready Wolfwood, that's gonna be the rest of your life.] S-sorry for... getting spit everywhere.
[They’re making out pretty deeply, so he’s not surprised or even bothered by a little spit. He just tugs Ain a bit closer to himself so he can press a kiss against the bridge of his nose, hands yet still wandering a bit further up his body. He’s wearing his cardigan still, and Wolfwood is taking this so slowly that he hasn’t even tried touching his bare skin yet. Instead he’s testing the waters carefully, mapping out each rib as he finds it, kissing along the side of his jaw tenderly…
Compared to Ain, his hands are large. He could cover his chest easily with both of them, if he wanted. Lift him up underneath the arms like a ragdoll, even. He doesn’t, but his mind does linger on these things as he kisses Ain’s chin, then dips a little bit lower to try kissing the side of his neck again. It’s a bit difficult with that high collar and an inability to move it thanks to his hands being occupied elsewhere, but it’s fine. He’ll make do with this for now, because there’s something else he wants to try.
Namely…he lifts both hands, and with the gentlest touch, he brushes over Ain’s clothed nipples with his thumbs, just barely able to find them by running his hand along since they haven’t been stimulated enough to be perky yet.]
Have you tried touching yourself here?
[He asks quietly, murmuring between them like it’s a secret as he rubs a slow circle over each.]
[There's a low, buzzing hum, appreciative as Wolfwood kisses his neck. He's not going to question why any of this feels good, especially not on his neck. Usually someone's teeth against your neck means dying terribly, at least as far as the animal kingdom is concerned. It does not mean pleasure. Usually. Ain's not thinking about it for much longer than that, turning his head a little to give Wolfwood more room to work with. He imagines his hair must be tickling the guy or something, and he's got to get around that turtleneck, and...
Then Wolfwood's hands are on his chest, and even though the sweater blocks some of the sensation, some of does not mean all of and Ain lets out something akin to a squeak. The fabric rubs over his skin in such a way that it's stimulating, surprisingly so. Wolfwood's reward is getting to feel the way his nipples harden under just that much.
This is going to be a surprise tool that helps both of them later. For now, Ain just hums out a noise that might've been a "no" before he clarifies verbally,]
Yeah? [Wolfwood hums, rubbing them a little more the moment he realizes Ain’s reacting so strongly to the touch. If he’s reacting this much with his top still on…] It sure does feel like you like it. You’re so good.
[He continues to offer words of praise and encouragement as he mouths the side of Ain’s neck, nipping at the corded tendon there like he had in the car. He’s hesitant to leave marks, so he resists the urge to bite harder, or to suckle the skin. He’ll have to save that for a place more easily covered up.
He’ll do this for a while. Necking, rubbing him through his top. After a few minutes, he draws back to peek at Ain’s expression, flushed and wanting.]
[Ain thinks he has perfectly normal sensitivity (he does not). His cheeks are burning, though, hot and red enough to nearly obscure every freckle on them. It's good. He feels good. He also feels like his pants are going to strangle his dick to death, but it's not unusual to him, since he's been getting off to Wolfwood just like that. So...
Ain nods. Yeah, he's okay with it, but a thought comes to mind, and he speaks it before he can think better of it or hide in his shyness.]
Wh-why don't you just take it off? [...] I mean— if you want to, I'm not implying you want to.
[Ain. Honey. Darling.
Anyway, either Wolfwood simply sticks his hands up under there or the shirt comes off, whatever it is, he'll be greeted to the freckles on Ain's hips either way. They're like little nebulas, and the freckling gets sparser as one's gaze travels inwards, toward his belly button, though there are a few larger splotches there half-hidden underneath the hem of his pants.
If the shirt comes off, well, Wolfwood gets to see the freckles over Ain's shoulders, clustered at the tops and spreading out in thin splatters over his collarbones, down his chest.]
No…I want to. Very much. [His expression softens just a bit as he drags his hands back down Ain’s sides again, fingers trailing along the soft fabric of his top.] I just didn’t wanna without asking you first.
[Ain might be so nervous that he can’t handle being unclothed tonight, which would be fine. They can just as easily get off fully dressed (and that is, in fact, a kink for some people), especially since he knows disrobing is another point of anxiety to begin with. But…if he’s okay with it being taken off, Wolfwood will go for that option first. Like…he wants to see him shirtless, desperately.
He is not at all disappointed by the kaleidoscope of freckles he’s met with upon removing Ain’s top, his skin as fair as porcelain and soft as the cashmere he’s so fond of wearing. He doesn’t think he sees a single scar or blemish, which isn’t going to be the case when he’s done with him. And if Ain is paying attention…he may just feel that soft firmness he was sitting back against suddenly twitch powerfully against the small of his back.
Wolfwood swallows thickly, starting at the bottom and working his way up. He touches Ain as gently as he possibly can, calloused fingers exploring the dips and curves of his navel and abdomen and the musculature there. He works his way back to his torso, under his ribs and beyond…and when he makes it back to Ain’s chest, he sighs.]
Ain. You’re…g- beautiful.
[He almost took the lord’s name in vain, sorry-
Instead? He’ll smooth his palms upward…up until his thumbs once again find his nipples where they’re erect from the previous contact, rubbing over them gently like he had before. Slow meandering circles, at least until he takes to very lightly pinching them both between his thumb and forefinger.]
[Oh, he's paying attention. And he feels it, his brain sending sparks down his spine, hey just like on the bike but fifteen thousand times worse, hey what would happen if you rocked your hips back there, what if we did that, and Ain is past the point of ignoring his ape brain. He does just that, pushing his ass against Wolfwood, curious as to if that's going to feel good or hurt him.
It sure does something to Ain, who lets out a soft, appreciative noise. Just like his terribly horny dreams, only Wolfwood wasn't half as hard and Ain's not facedown on some mysterious, flat surface.]
I-I dunno, [he laughs softly, breathless,] I think I'm sort of average.
[Wolfwood isn't leaving much room for argument, though. Ain can't say much more than that, because the man is on him again, and this time it's without the fabric in the way. Suddenly the sensitivity is worse, and Ain's hips jerk forward, a sharp gasp falling from hips lips. It catches him off-guard as much as it likely does Wolfwood, and he slaps a hand over his mouth, alarmed and hopelessly horny.
There's a wet spot forming on the front of his pants. Please help him, he might be dying. Is he dying? He's dying.]
[Christ ALIVE Ain might be the cutest person to exist on the planet. Wolfwood is going to die. He’s going to die because Ain is too cute, if he doesn’t die of his dick exploding first, of course-
He…isn’t expecting Ain to rock back against his cock at all, and the resultant moan that Wolfwood lets out is as loud as it is lewd. If he weren’t so committed to giving Ain a good time and taking it slowly besides, he…is pretty sure he would have flipped him and fucked his brains out by now.
Fortunately for Ain though, he doesn’t do that. He just remains consciously aware of how badly he’s leaking in his own boxers as little shocks of pleasure rush haphazardly up and down his spine, all while he’s still playing with Ain’s nipples. The way Ain suddenly jerked like that pretty much tells Wolfwood all he needs to know.
This man is unusually sensitive around the chest area. Especially if having his nipples touched is making his hips move unbidden like that.
He doesn’t want the poor guy to cum in his pants, but at this rate he’s…pretty sure that might end up happening if he keeps this up, and he isn’t sure he wants to stop. Ain sure hasn’t asked him to, and those nipples are looking particularly appetizing. Wolfwood licks his lips, glancing up at Ain once, which will be his only real warning.
His right hand keeps teasing his left nipple as he brings his other down to support Ain’s back, replacing the touch of his fingers with his tongue. He laps over the erect bud, flicking the tip with the tip of his tongue before sealing his lips around it, suckling there gently.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:22 am (UTC)Also yes, he did see that slip of skin, and he is about to act up over it. Good lord give him strength.]
Wouldn’t dream of it, angel. I’ve got other things in mind.
[Well. He’s pondering it, anyway. He hasn’t decided 100% for sure if he should or not…but Ain’s admissions in the car will surely make his mind up for him.
For a while, he walks with just his hands in his pockets under the guise of keeping them warm, but eventually that isn’t enough. He knows what he wants…he just has to be careful, since they’re in public. It’s dark though, and Wolfwood’s coat is kindof long between them…
Long enough, he thinks, to adequately hide their hands as Wolfwood sidles close enough to Ain to nearly be touching him side-by-side, but not quite. It’s…so he can take his hand to hold, gently, threading their fingers in the safety of the shadow between them.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:29 am (UTC)[Ain... can't say he minds this. It's dark. Wolfwood is wearing black, and they're far enough from the path that most people won't look at them. And if anyone does, again, it would be difficult to notice. He squeezes Wolfwood's hand in his. It's warm. Soft in ways Ain didn't expect it to be.
He feels so safe with Wolfwood. Even if the world as a whole and God Himself doesn't want them to be safe, will scorn them, whatever... right now, Ain doesn't care. He feels comforted. He wants to lean into Wolfwood more and kiss him. Tell him he cares for him. Thank him for coming out here...
He'll save it all for the car.]
You've done nothing but make me feel cared for the entire time I've been coming out here. It's no wonder, huh... [No wonder that Wolfwood had to be the first boy he was ever keen on. The first one he's kissed.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:40 am (UTC)But, then…nobody said they really had to do much of anything, right? What if he just wants to spend more time with him somewhere private? Where they can talk and kiss and just be together? Is that so wrong?
He’s mired deep in this thinking when Ain’s soft voice pulls him back out of it, his hand giving Ain’s a gentle squeeze. It’s soft, yet calloused along the fingertips and knuckles for…unsavory reasons. His thumb brushes over the back of Ain’s knuckles, and he realizes pretty much in that moment that he’s screwed.]
‘Course I have. You make me want to be a better version of myself. And to be better for you.
[What does that mean? Who could say. Only Wolfwood knows for sure.]
You deserve to be happy, Ain. And to feel cared for like that.
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:49 am (UTC)[You know all those mafia red flags? Yeah Ain still has not seen them. Wolfwood is just a dude. Sort of what Ain wants to be, he thinks. He imagines now if he weren't raised so religiously... would he have known how he felt about guys sooner?
Something to chew on, maybe.
Ain looks over to where the ducks are and smiles.]
I'm glad we met. I can't really get enough of you right now, haha.
[Soon enough, they'll finish their lap around the lake. Soon enough, they'll be back with the regular dinner crowd, and they'll have to leave room for Jesus and stop holding hands. That's all gonna end when they get to the car, though. Ain's going to say all sorts of stuff that would've landed them in real hot water outside of it.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:57 am (UTC)Wolfwood is used to this part of it. You can’t just be a gay man in this world, not without risking being the result of a hate crime, or worse. Even gay bars aren’t really “safe”, but often times people take what they can get. So this, at least, he can handle…even if it means hiding their joined hands between them until they get around to the other side of the lake.]
I promised, didn’t I? I ain’t lettin’ you go back home just yet.
[Night has long since fallen, but the evening is still relatively young as they head back for the car. Wolfwood has to reluctantly let Ain go when they get to the sidewalk, stepping away from him so as not to arouse suspicion. There’s part of him that wants to keep holding his hand once they get in the car, but unfortunately he needs both to pull out of the parking lot.
In the meantime, though…the doors to the truck shut and lock, and Wolfwood turns the radio on very low so he can hear Ain over it as he turns up the heater. He lets the engine purr for a minute to heat up, glancing over at Ain out of the corner of his eye while he pulls out a cigarette to light before they get back on the road.]
So…I believe you had somethin’ you wanted to tell me about.
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:12 am (UTC)Uh-huh. The dreams, remember? [...] You got the cute one. The other ones are, um...
...I don't know if it's too much to admit on a first date, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to go home feeling normal either. So! [That will probably be Wolfwood's... second? sign of the night that Ain's been fucking Thirsty over him.] The first one I ever had was actually me getting to fondle your chest, haha... I guess I was staring too long at the diner. I really wanted to touch it then, too, but I didn't have that figured out at the time. ...soooort of why I felt you up on the bike. Sorry!
[Somehow, he doesn't actually sound all that sorry. Ain folds his hands in his lap and crosses his legs with purpose, like oh no he's totally not been horny over any of this. Nope.]
You know the one where we were necking in the car already. [That was the precursor to actually doing so.] Um... I'm sure you remember driving the bike and me sitting in front. I sat in front because I knew I was going to be tempted to put my hands all over you, since that was after that dream I just mentioned. But then... I dunno. I could...
[Squirms.]
Feel you pressed against me, and it was bad. I was glad you couldn't see my face at all, because I must've looked like a mess. It was... good? It was too good. Anyway, I went home and woke up having a fever dream where you were pressed against me like that, but you were pushing me down into... something. I don't know. A bed or a wall or even the floor, it wasn't clear. I didn't stay asleep for long after that.
[He woke up so hard he couldn't think straight. And he didn't think straight. At all.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:23 am (UTC)So he nods along, yeah yeah that all sounds about…wait what the fuck-
Wolfwood sits forward, coughing a bit as he nearly swallows the damn cigarette. The smoke burns in his nose, and for a moment he has to cup around his mouth so he doesn’t drop the thing onto his seats and burn a hole through the leather. He grabs it quickly between his index and middle finger so he can draw it away from his mouth, ashing it in the ash tray as he looks sidelong at Ain, incredulous.]
You…dreamed about fondling me? You serious?
[And…jesus he really wasn’t imagining things then when he felt Ain touching his abdomen and chest on the bike. That wasn’t innocently adjusting his grip, he did that on purpose!! And then…
Then.
Ain starts to tell him about the last dream he’d had. About the way he dreamed Wolfwood would be “pressed against him”, thanks to what he could remember on the bike. Pushing him into a bed, the wall, the floor…
Was…was Ain subconsciously dreaming about being fucked? Without really understanding what his brain was trying to make happen for him?
He grits his teeth, and realizes he’s chewed on the cigarette so hard he’s split the filter, causing the packed nicotine to spill into his mouth. He coughs, gagging and spitting it out into his hand before quickly shaking it off into the ash tray, finally pulling back out of the parking lot with a sense of urgent purpose.]
…Okay, Ain? I’m takin’ you with me to a hotel. We don’t gotta stay all night if you don’t want to, I just…need to be with you for a while. Privately.
[He is…throbbing, now. He has to do SOMETHING with Ain tonight, even if it’s as small and chaste as he can possibly get away with.
They’re doing something. Anything.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:30 am (UTC)Apparently he's fine. Alarmed? Ain supposes that makes sense. He was also alarmed. And he wants to point out there was no fucking they were Clothed, his brain only goes so far. Like, clearly they're gonna do something, maybe Wolfwood will put his hands all over Ain in the places Ain was too shy to try, who knows. He has a Feeling.]
Huh...? Alright, that's fine...
[He wasn't exactly done, but maybe he'll save that for the hotel. The one where he was imagining Wolfwood touching him, like, really touching him, in ways only someone that's a horny virgin could possibly comprehend.
Ain's face burns.]
It's not too much for a first date, is it? Or a first... date that I'm aware of, date? [Because let's be real, the others were dates, Ain's just dumb.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:40 am (UTC)[So you know, if he was wondering-!!
Wolfwood of course will be glad to hear more. More than thrilled to know that Ain had wet dreams about Wolfwood, and then later imagined being touched by him. But that happening in the hotel is probably wise, because by that point he’s not going to be able to restrain himself any longer. He’s already struggling as it is thinking about it.
How often…do you get this opportunity not only with your crush, but with a Virgin? Not just any virgin either, but someone so completely new to the whole thing that Wolfwood isn’t yet convinced Ain has ever had an orgasm before. More things to discover later, for now he is speeding just a small bit getting to the hotel.
And the hotel is…fine. It is Southside, meaning that it’s an average run of the mill hotel that isn’t fancy and probably will be the poorest lodgings Ain’s ever experienced, but what matters is it’s clean and private. Wolfwood walks in with Ain and books two rooms on the fourth and top floor, too easily making up a lie about how they’re both on a business trip for the week and need a place to stay for the night. The person handling the keys doesn’t think twice- especially not when they spot Wolfwood’s crosses- and even MORESO when Wolfwood tips them extra.
It’s a silent order. We were never here, and if word gets around, I’ll come find you.
Then…with the hallways empty due to the rooms being filled for the evening, Wolfwood has less to worry about by taking Ain by the hand once they step off the landing to the fourth floor, walking along with him to their room. As they’re making it inside, Wolfwood looks down at Ain out of the corner of his eye.]
Listen, Ain. I’m just gonna tell you now that…if I do anything you don’t want, you need to tell me and we’ll stop. I’d be just as happy kissing and holding you all night.
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:48 am (UTC)Ain is having a whole moment over here that's basically summed up as "I have no idea what I'm doing and he's gonna know immediately", which as it turns out is fine for Wolfwood and his deflowering kink. He's still incredibly nervous, though he tries not to let that show as he lets Wolfwood lead them along.
And so they get to the room. Dingy. Not fancy. Kind of sucks if he's honest. Yet...
He strays over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it, nodding stiffly.]
I'll let you know. I just... you know, I don't have any experience, so I'm sure it won't be that great for you.
[Oh buddy. Oh you have no idea how untrue that is.]
I've been so afflicted, though. If we'd called the date there at the restaurant, I would've gone home and had more fantasies about you touching me— [We Are Opening A Can Of Worms] —and then I'd keep feeling unsatisfied every night because you're not there. So I'm glad we're here, but just... have zero expectations. Okay? Okay.
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Date: 2024-02-12 06:00 am (UTC)W- wait, hold on-
[He feels his stomach abruptly drop to his def as he pads over to where Ain ended up, standing there dumbly with just his socks on.]
Tell me more about that. Please. You’ve thought about…me touching you? […] Did you ever…you said unsatisfied, does that mean you’ve been…?
[Oh god, oh god he’s been masturbating to him-]
…have you…gotten off? I mean. Uh. …orgasmed? Do you know what that is?
[He’s so sorry he’s having a whole moment and his dick is going to explode, he has such a fucking kink for this]
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Date: 2024-02-12 06:15 am (UTC)Yes, I know what— I'm a doctor. [Bro... like he gets it but bro.] And... kind of. I guess. I don't know, it wasn't that good, like I said. I've never actually— I mean, it was through whatever I was wearing at the time because I felt ashamed, I guess? Sometimes I've just got a pillow between my legs. [So, you know, multiple times he's done this.] But it's— it's difficult to go to sleep at night and have all these sinful dreams about you and wake up feeling feverish. That's what I'm trying to convey. It's...
[He cannot possibly get any redder. Now he's pushing his thighs together, hands shoved between the upper thigh and his knee, like he's Trying to hide.]
...I want you to touch me, Nick. Like— really. Put your hands wherever you want. Just get it out of my system.
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Date: 2024-02-12 03:33 pm (UTC)He just called him Nick. Entirely unprompted.
So. If the tent in his jeans wasn’t yet visible before, it is now. Yet he stands there in the middle of the room as if frozen with indecision, unsure whether to take it slow or just pounce on Ain immediately. Like, he knows what the correct answer is, it’s just a matter of wrangling his brain into cooperating.]
R-right. Right, sorry.
[He’s a Virgin, not stupid.
Wolfwood, for a blessing, doesn’t just jump Ain’s bones right then and there. He approaches him slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. Touching him he can do. Easy. Honestly, if Ain’s only been touching himself through his clothing so far…
He sighs shakily, leaning over to press a kiss to Ain’s hair.]
I’ll show you. I’ll show you exactly how it’s meant to be.
[But how does he want to do it, is the question. Well…he sure does know where he wants to start.
He scoots back until he’s propped up against the pillows, then gestures at his own legs.]
C’mere. Sit in my lap. Facing me, sideways. However it feels comfortable.
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Date: 2024-02-12 03:47 pm (UTC)Ain briefly hesitates, following Wolfwood with his eyes. How should he sit, he wonders? Like— they're clearly doing something, so... Facing him? Yeah, facing him.
Ain crawls his way up onto the bed, definitely hard and definitely flustered, and then hesitates again while he tries to figure out how he should arrange himself. Then, he plants his hands on Wolfwood's shoulders for balance, swings a leg over the guy's thighs, and sits down on them. Straddling him.
This is embarrassing. This is also the most exciting thing he's done in his entire life.]
O-okay. What now...?
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:01 pm (UTC)Now…we do some neckin’ for a while. Like we did in the car.
[His voice is low, soft as he smooches Ain between words. Smooch smooch.]
Sound good?
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:24 pm (UTC)[He doesn't need to say "I don't know what I'm doing, put your expectations on the floor" again. He knows he doesn't, but he's tempted to anyway. Yes, honey, Wolfwood knows you don't know a single thing. Firsts are like that.
Ain has no idea that he's feeding into Wolfwood's kinks right now. Like, no matter what he says, it's gonna rev his partner's engines. No matter what he does, that's still true.
So he kisses Wolfwood, trying to tamper down the need to say "I know this is gonna suck, but". Take that urge and throw it at the wall until it dies. They're light kisses, although Ain tries to deepen them the longer they go. He's not sure how, but he sort of gets the whole lip-moving motion by now, so maybe if he just tilts his head a little...
His hands squeeze Wolfwood's shoulders. Oh Buddy he is Nervous.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:35 pm (UTC)He’ll teach him, step by step. A little lick to his bottom lip, a teasing preview, then he’s pressing against his lips in a silent request for access. If/when Ain opens his mouth, be it intent or reflex, Wolfwood will tilt his head and deepen the kiss all the more, until they’re not just chaste kissing, but actually making out. There is tongue involved. Ain can taste a funny mixture of chocolate and cigarettes.
Wolfwood, meanwhile…is getting harder. Somehow. He can feel the curve of his cock trapped just behind where Ain sits, almost acting as a seat in its own right as Wolfwood struggles to behave, for the moment. Though all he wants is to rut into Ain’s plush ass, he doesn’t. He stays still and focuses on teaching him how to kiss, eventually parting with a strand of saliva connecting them for a few seconds.
He huffs on a low laugh, his hands wandering a little further up, resting at his sides beneath his rib cage.]
You’re doing so good, baby. How does it feel? Good?
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:51 pm (UTC)Still, Wolfwood has all the power here. Ain kisses him eagerly, but it's sloppy for obvious reasons. Their tongues press together, and Ain relents to let Wolfwood lick into his mouth instead, practically sucking on the guy's tongue for a minute until they have to part to breathe. There's saliva running down the corner of Ain's mouth, and he swipes it away with a hand, embarrassed. God, that was probably unattractive.]
Mm... g-good. [If it wasn't obvious by the moaning. Get ready Wolfwood, that's gonna be the rest of your life.] S-sorry for... getting spit everywhere.
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:22 pm (UTC)[They’re making out pretty deeply, so he’s not surprised or even bothered by a little spit. He just tugs Ain a bit closer to himself so he can press a kiss against the bridge of his nose, hands yet still wandering a bit further up his body. He’s wearing his cardigan still, and Wolfwood is taking this so slowly that he hasn’t even tried touching his bare skin yet. Instead he’s testing the waters carefully, mapping out each rib as he finds it, kissing along the side of his jaw tenderly…
Compared to Ain, his hands are large. He could cover his chest easily with both of them, if he wanted. Lift him up underneath the arms like a ragdoll, even. He doesn’t, but his mind does linger on these things as he kisses Ain’s chin, then dips a little bit lower to try kissing the side of his neck again. It’s a bit difficult with that high collar and an inability to move it thanks to his hands being occupied elsewhere, but it’s fine. He’ll make do with this for now, because there’s something else he wants to try.
Namely…he lifts both hands, and with the gentlest touch, he brushes over Ain’s clothed nipples with his thumbs, just barely able to find them by running his hand along since they haven’t been stimulated enough to be perky yet.]
Have you tried touching yourself here?
[He asks quietly, murmuring between them like it’s a secret as he rubs a slow circle over each.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:38 pm (UTC)Then Wolfwood's hands are on his chest, and even though the sweater blocks some of the sensation, some of does not mean all of and Ain lets out something akin to a squeak. The fabric rubs over his skin in such a way that it's stimulating, surprisingly so. Wolfwood's reward is getting to feel the way his nipples harden under just that much.
This is going to be a surprise tool that helps both of them later. For now, Ain just hums out a noise that might've been a "no" before he clarifies verbally,]
Nuh-uh... I didn't think of it. F-feels good...
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:57 pm (UTC)[He continues to offer words of praise and encouragement as he mouths the side of Ain’s neck, nipping at the corded tendon there like he had in the car. He’s hesitant to leave marks, so he resists the urge to bite harder, or to suckle the skin. He’ll have to save that for a place more easily covered up.
He’ll do this for a while. Necking, rubbing him through his top. After a few minutes, he draws back to peek at Ain’s expression, flushed and wanting.]
You okay for me to feel under your shirt?
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Date: 2024-02-12 06:11 pm (UTC)Ain nods. Yeah, he's okay with it, but a thought comes to mind, and he speaks it before he can think better of it or hide in his shyness.]
Wh-why don't you just take it off? [...] I mean— if you want to, I'm not implying you want to.
[Ain. Honey. Darling.
Anyway, either Wolfwood simply sticks his hands up under there or the shirt comes off, whatever it is, he'll be greeted to the freckles on Ain's hips either way. They're like little nebulas, and the freckling gets sparser as one's gaze travels inwards, toward his belly button, though there are a few larger splotches there half-hidden underneath the hem of his pants.
If the shirt comes off, well, Wolfwood gets to see the freckles over Ain's shoulders, clustered at the tops and spreading out in thin splatters over his collarbones, down his chest.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 07:02 pm (UTC)[Ain might be so nervous that he can’t handle being unclothed tonight, which would be fine. They can just as easily get off fully dressed (and that is, in fact, a kink for some people), especially since he knows disrobing is another point of anxiety to begin with. But…if he’s okay with it being taken off, Wolfwood will go for that option first. Like…he wants to see him shirtless, desperately.
He is not at all disappointed by the kaleidoscope of freckles he’s met with upon removing Ain’s top, his skin as fair as porcelain and soft as the cashmere he’s so fond of wearing. He doesn’t think he sees a single scar or blemish, which isn’t going to be the case when he’s done with him. And if Ain is paying attention…he may just feel that soft firmness he was sitting back against suddenly twitch powerfully against the small of his back.
Wolfwood swallows thickly, starting at the bottom and working his way up. He touches Ain as gently as he possibly can, calloused fingers exploring the dips and curves of his navel and abdomen and the musculature there. He works his way back to his torso, under his ribs and beyond…and when he makes it back to Ain’s chest, he sighs.]
Ain. You’re…g- beautiful.
[He almost took the lord’s name in vain, sorry-
Instead? He’ll smooth his palms upward…up until his thumbs once again find his nipples where they’re erect from the previous contact, rubbing over them gently like he had before. Slow meandering circles, at least until he takes to very lightly pinching them both between his thumb and forefinger.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 08:26 pm (UTC)It sure does something to Ain, who lets out a soft, appreciative noise. Just like his terribly horny dreams, only Wolfwood wasn't half as hard and Ain's not facedown on some mysterious, flat surface.]
I-I dunno, [he laughs softly, breathless,] I think I'm sort of average.
[Wolfwood isn't leaving much room for argument, though. Ain can't say much more than that, because the man is on him again, and this time it's without the fabric in the way. Suddenly the sensitivity is worse, and Ain's hips jerk forward, a sharp gasp falling from hips lips. It catches him off-guard as much as it likely does Wolfwood, and he slaps a hand over his mouth, alarmed and hopelessly horny.
There's a wet spot forming on the front of his pants. Please help him, he might be dying. Is he dying? He's dying.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 08:50 pm (UTC)He…isn’t expecting Ain to rock back against his cock at all, and the resultant moan that Wolfwood lets out is as loud as it is lewd. If he weren’t so committed to giving Ain a good time and taking it slowly besides, he…is pretty sure he would have flipped him and fucked his brains out by now.
Fortunately for Ain though, he doesn’t do that. He just remains consciously aware of how badly he’s leaking in his own boxers as little shocks of pleasure rush haphazardly up and down his spine, all while he’s still playing with Ain’s nipples. The way Ain suddenly jerked like that pretty much tells Wolfwood all he needs to know.
This man is unusually sensitive around the chest area. Especially if having his nipples touched is making his hips move unbidden like that.
He doesn’t want the poor guy to cum in his pants, but at this rate he’s…pretty sure that might end up happening if he keeps this up, and he isn’t sure he wants to stop. Ain sure hasn’t asked him to, and those nipples are looking particularly appetizing. Wolfwood licks his lips, glancing up at Ain once, which will be his only real warning.
His right hand keeps teasing his left nipple as he brings his other down to support Ain’s back, replacing the touch of his fingers with his tongue. He laps over the erect bud, flicking the tip with the tip of his tongue before sealing his lips around it, suckling there gently.]
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