[He appreciates the kisses, giggling when Wolfwood's whiskers tickle him. He's so cute and attentive and ugh ugh ugh— Ain wants to give him attention too, but he supposes it'll have to wait. The smirk makes him blush, naturally, and then...
Oh, yep, there he goes... under the skirt just as he said he'd be. Ain has to wonder if it's hot in there, like, are you not uncomfortable with something over your head? No? Very good carry on then.
There are more tickling kisses there, too, but Ain finds that the insides of his thighs are much more sensitive than everywhere else. He bites back a soft whine, but patiently keeps his legs spread. Can't pop Wolfwood's head yet.]
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Oh, yep, there he goes... under the skirt just as he said he'd be. Ain has to wonder if it's hot in there, like, are you not uncomfortable with something over your head? No? Very good carry on then.
There are more tickling kisses there, too, but Ain finds that the insides of his thighs are much more sensitive than everywhere else. He bites back a soft whine, but patiently keeps his legs spread. Can't pop Wolfwood's head yet.]