[The feeling is mutual, Ain. Wolfwood wants to bite you and bite you and bite you-
He grits his teeth and writhes a little as Ain continues his ministrations, teasing his nipples in a way that makes him growl lowly under his breath. It's a more afflicted sound than it is angry.]
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He grits his teeth and writhes a little as Ain continues his ministrations, teasing his nipples in a way that makes him growl lowly under his breath. It's a more afflicted sound than it is angry.]
Rrghg...
[Come on, Nicholas.
What do you say?]
....please. Please touch me.