[There we go, was that so hard?? (Yes, Ain was purposely making it difficult, Wolfwood cannot be blamed.) Ain grins from ear to ear practically, but that quickly melts away into a slack-jawed moan when he ups the pace to what it was previously, breakneck enough to where the skin contact is audible in their little room. And Ain, as usual, is loud. He is Loud-Loud, to the point where they're certainly going to get a "please be fucking quiet" notice during breakfast tomorrow.
He does not care. He is riding Wolfwood like a bull at a rodeo, barely holding onto his own sanity all the while. He barely has the ability to tug the leash at this point, focused more on balance than giving Wolfwood more bruises to his thighs or yanking him forward, but he does manage to at least remember the collar this time. Ain's eyes are half-lidded, cheeks pink, and the way he's tightening up says he's probably riding close to that edge.]
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Date: 2024-05-27 08:45 pm (UTC)He does not care. He is riding Wolfwood like a bull at a rodeo, barely holding onto his own sanity all the while. He barely has the ability to tug the leash at this point, focused more on balance than giving Wolfwood more bruises to his thighs or yanking him forward, but he does manage to at least remember the collar this time. Ain's eyes are half-lidded, cheeks pink, and the way he's tightening up says he's probably riding close to that edge.]
Mm— h-haaha... do you wanna cum, baby?