[Rolling his eyes... but sure. Sure, baby, he'll shut up, just for you, so that you can get your heterosexual card revoked.
Wolfwood is cute, though, he has to admit. The way his cock twitches right against Ain's ass? Divine, truly. Wolfwood's reward for what is ostensibly a normal bodily reaction is to rock his hips again, letting the lace underneath his skirts tickle against Wolfwood's pants.
They can only make out for so long before Wolfwood inevitably gets bored, though, and so Ain breaks their kiss after a minute, trailing down to Wolfwood's neck. Light, teasing, fluttering... he won't suck hickeys anywhere visible, but he is absolutely going to hide them underneath his shirt collar. It's easy enough to access, since Wolfwood's shirt is constantly open, and Ain's hands are already fanning underneath it.
Oh, he's wanted to touch this chest all evening. Ain isn't shy about his groping and feeling, nor is he shy about the way he trails playful little lines into Wolfwood's skin, nor is he shy about rubbing his thumbs over the man's nipples. Does he like that? You know, he'd ask, but he was told to shut up, so he supposes he'll just give Wolfwood a hickey instead—]
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Date: 2024-05-04 04:52 am (UTC)Wolfwood is cute, though, he has to admit. The way his cock twitches right against Ain's ass? Divine, truly. Wolfwood's reward for what is ostensibly a normal bodily reaction is to rock his hips again, letting the lace underneath his skirts tickle against Wolfwood's pants.
They can only make out for so long before Wolfwood inevitably gets bored, though, and so Ain breaks their kiss after a minute, trailing down to Wolfwood's neck. Light, teasing, fluttering... he won't suck hickeys anywhere visible, but he is absolutely going to hide them underneath his shirt collar. It's easy enough to access, since Wolfwood's shirt is constantly open, and Ain's hands are already fanning underneath it.
Oh, he's wanted to touch this chest all evening. Ain isn't shy about his groping and feeling, nor is he shy about the way he trails playful little lines into Wolfwood's skin, nor is he shy about rubbing his thumbs over the man's nipples. Does he like that? You know, he'd ask, but he was told to shut up, so he supposes he'll just give Wolfwood a hickey instead—]