[Wolfwood welcomes the sting of the lashes, honestly. He still hasn't entirely puzzled out why (it's a kink), but the pain heightens the pleasure. It's something he relishes every time it happens, not because he wants to hurt, because the power play makes him feel things. It's during times like this that he can truly let go in a way he's felt like he never could in his day-to-day life. It's become a taboo craving he can't get enough of.
Same with having gay sex, he guesses.
His groaning only intensifies as Ain moves just a little bit more earnestly, keeping the pace slow enough that he isn't going to just lose it in two seconds. He's getting there though, make no mistake.
For a moment, his head tries to fall back, only to be tugged forward by the taught leash instead. That's fine, it just means he gets to stare at Ain more directly, looking right up into his eyes as he ruts his hips up into him like a dog in heat.]
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Same with having gay sex, he guesses.
His groaning only intensifies as Ain moves just a little bit more earnestly, keeping the pace slow enough that he isn't going to just lose it in two seconds. He's getting there though, make no mistake.
For a moment, his head tries to fall back, only to be tugged forward by the taught leash instead. That's fine, it just means he gets to stare at Ain more directly, looking right up into his eyes as he ruts his hips up into him like a dog in heat.]
M-more...please...