[It is obscene, the sounds they’re both mutually making right now. Wolfwood isn’t trying to keep his voice down, isn’t considering the fact their neighbors can hear through these thin walls. Ain’s moans sounding like a woman’s don’t matter when Wolfwood is already this lost in the sauce, lapping at his lips and catching them between his teeth before pushing him up the wall a little further, rocking his length incessantly into the space between Ain’s legs underneath that hiked up skirt.
This goes on for as long as Wolfwood’s legs can stand it, but eventually his knees start to give out. He reluctantly has to put Ain back down because he’s too drunk to keep him aloft, still kissing restlessly at his lips and jawline, whimpering like a dog all the while.
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This goes on for as long as Wolfwood’s legs can stand it, but eventually his knees start to give out. He reluctantly has to put Ain back down because he’s too drunk to keep him aloft, still kissing restlessly at his lips and jawline, whimpering like a dog all the while.
Horny :(]