[He truly is goin' through it right now. Going through it in a good way, mind, but hoooly fucking shit he thinks he might just die before this is alll over-
With a shaky nod, Wolfwood tries to keep hanging on. When he isn't being edged within an inch of his life, it feels like Ain's fingers are going to split him open from end to end. The kisses do help distract him, granted, prompting Wolfwood to try to tilt his head in a way so that he can kiss Ain back. He needs your lips on his right now please, thank you-
He is rapidly deteriorating beyond the point of words. All Wolfwood knows is pleasure, and the mad, animalistic dash towards achieving climax. It's no wonder that he really is dragging his claws down Ain's back in earnest now, drawing angry red lines across his shoulderblades and spine as he chokes out another near-sob of a moan.
...which only worsens when he shifts from one finger to three, and oh- boy- if he thought he was just going to die in this wagon before? He REALLY thinks he's going to now.]
M'- M'gonna break-- I can't- h-hey, I can't take that much-!
no subject
With a shaky nod, Wolfwood tries to keep hanging on. When he isn't being edged within an inch of his life, it feels like Ain's fingers are going to split him open from end to end. The kisses do help distract him, granted, prompting Wolfwood to try to tilt his head in a way so that he can kiss Ain back. He needs your lips on his right now please, thank you-
He is rapidly deteriorating beyond the point of words. All Wolfwood knows is pleasure, and the mad, animalistic dash towards achieving climax. It's no wonder that he really is dragging his claws down Ain's back in earnest now, drawing angry red lines across his shoulderblades and spine as he chokes out another near-sob of a moan.
...which only worsens when he shifts from one finger to three, and oh- boy- if he thought he was just going to die in this wagon before? He REALLY thinks he's going to now.]
M'- M'gonna break-- I can't- h-hey, I can't take that much-!