[He will, trust him. For right now, he's pretty silent, all things considered. That's mostly because he's keeping himself together, bracing himself for what's coming even though he still isn't sure he knows what to expect. His body feels a unique sort of absence when Ain pulls out his fingers that he can't easily describe, a low growl rumbling its way from his chest in the interim as he watches Ain lube himself up, and...
...it's kindof his first real reminder that oh, fuck. Ain is going to fuck him. HE is going to be the bottom here. AKA, there is no, and I mean NO, coming back from this one.
He's not entirely sure if it's anticipation or dread that pools in the pit of his stomach and makes him suddenly harder than he was before, but it's very likely the former as Ain finishes lubing himself up and settles carefully between his legs. The tip enters first, a weirdly familiar feeling at this point...until it's suddenly more and Wolfwood is screwing his eyes shut again.
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...it's kindof his first real reminder that oh, fuck. Ain is going to fuck him. HE is going to be the bottom here. AKA, there is no, and I mean NO, coming back from this one.
He's not entirely sure if it's anticipation or dread that pools in the pit of his stomach and makes him suddenly harder than he was before, but it's very likely the former as Ain finishes lubing himself up and settles carefully between his legs. The tip enters first, a weirdly familiar feeling at this point...until it's suddenly more and Wolfwood is screwing his eyes shut again.
Breathe. Fucking breathe.]
Jesus.