[It's another thing Wolfwood might have been pissed off about if he were sober, but his excessive drinking earlier is saving him here. The buzz in his veins is far from leaving at this point, and he is absolutely going to wake up with the worst hangover of his life in the morning, but that's an issue for future Wolfwood. Wolfwood in the present is getting his dick ridden, and it is so fucking good.
Make no mistake, he's been ridden before...but very, very sparingly compared to topping just outright. Any one of those times was just fine, nothing special or anything, and he'd go another round fucking the lady anyway. But in this particular case? He cannot actually imagine himself wanting anything other than Ain to keep doing exactly what he's doing right now. The way he bounces in his lap, deft and effortless, is mesmerizing. It makes him want to buck his hips up into the contact, to meet his every thrust. And, for once...he's actually thinking about what more he could do for Ain. Caress his cheek, perhaps? Press their lips together in another kiss?
...or, or. He can get whapped by that riding crop and cry out about it, a whimpered keen of a sound slipping from his throat as his nails dig that much harder into Ain's hipbones, pulling deep red lines across them.]
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Date: 2024-05-06 12:02 am (UTC)Make no mistake, he's been ridden before...but very, very sparingly compared to topping just outright. Any one of those times was just fine, nothing special or anything, and he'd go another round fucking the lady anyway. But in this particular case? He cannot actually imagine himself wanting anything other than Ain to keep doing exactly what he's doing right now. The way he bounces in his lap, deft and effortless, is mesmerizing. It makes him want to buck his hips up into the contact, to meet his every thrust. And, for once...he's actually thinking about what more he could do for Ain. Caress his cheek, perhaps? Press their lips together in another kiss?
...or, or. He can get whapped by that riding crop and cry out about it, a whimpered keen of a sound slipping from his throat as his nails dig that much harder into Ain's hipbones, pulling deep red lines across them.]
M...more...more, please-