[God damn those moans are glorious. There are a couple things that Ain really likes in a partner. A lot of them are surface-level; he likes men with big dicks and muscles and that are larger than him in some dimension, width or height or whatever. He likes his men a little bit fighty and a lotta bit willing to just do things for him, because at the end of the day Ain is a needy creature. Less surface-level than that, though, he loves men who will moan loudly and buck their hips and be unabashed about how they experience pleasure. Wolfwood is providing Ain an outlet for all his little kinks, and he's probably only half-aware of it.

Half-aware, not fully unaware, because Ain is currently Very Hard against Wolfwood's rear, felt easily through the loose fabric of his pants. He presses himself a touch harder against his partner's back just so that Wolfwood knows. He does things to Ain. Ain is also doing things to him, though, so it's only fair.]

Pretty boy... do you feel what you do to me when you moan like that?

[There's a sharp tug to the leash now, not a full yank, but enough to pull Wolfwood forward a slight bit. There's a sloppy, wet sound while Ain's hand works over Wolfwood, grip tightening a fraction, less of a tease and more of a full-on jerk now.]

What ever am I gonna do with you? How are you gonna fix it, I wonder...?