[Ain likes his men horny and ruined, what can he say? God damn does he love those nails digging into his skin, god damn does he love the way he's got this supposedly-straight man begging to be ridden harder. Every "please" gets Ain to up the pace more, now at a full-on bounce in Wolfwood's lap. He's moaning, spine arched and toes curled, one hand splayed across the expanse of Wolfwood's stomach while the other...

The other is expectedly giving him more lashes. Light, loving, but made to sting. A reward... and one can only imagine what it'll look like if Wolfwood acts up. Ain angles his hips back, giving Wolfwood quite the view of himself disappearing into Ain with each bounce, and driving his cock that much deeper. Sometimes he's gasping, other times he's smirking down at Wolfwood... and if he's paying much attention, some of those thrusts give him just the slightest tummy bulge right underneath his navel.

Ain likes this man in the most fucked-up sense of the word. He wants to ruin him completely. Annihilate his expectations... rob him blind and leave him high and dry, wanting...

God. God.]

How's it feel, baby? Do you wanna cum? I bet I'll look real cute with your seed spilling between my thighs, won't I?