[So fun facts! Turns out!! Getting head is a one-way road to climaxing! Which Ain knew but he's still not prepared, at all, for how sensitive his entire Everything is. Little does he know that experience will not make this better he will simply be sensitive for the rest of his life.
If Wolfwood were not currently buried in skirt, Ain would tangle his fingers with his hair and pull. Or he'd reach out and try to brush Wolfwood's bangs from his face, or something affectionate, he doesn't know he can't think right now. But no, the man is fucking gone under there, just full-stop disappeared never to be seen again. His moans pick up in intensity, and when Wolfwood pulls off to kiss and tease, he whimpers and fitfully wiggles about like please continue up until it does.
Thank God that it does, although Ain is very much learning that the teasing actually makes it worse. And on one hand, he doesn't want to climax all over this skirt and have to immediately chuck it in the washer to keep the fabric from getting stained. On the other...]
The thing is, Ain has no self-control. None. Zilch. He says he doesn't want to kill Wolfwood, but really, if he keeps getting head like this? He is simply going to do just that. When there's no stopping, when Wolfwood doesn't grab him and say "gross" and get him off in other ways, Ain can't conceal the squealing in the back of his throat from riding that edge way too long. He climaxes, hard, having to bite down on the corner of the pillow at the last second as he tries to press it into his face so not to alert the neighbours.
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Date: 2024-08-03 03:04 am (UTC)If Wolfwood were not currently buried in skirt, Ain would tangle his fingers with his hair and pull. Or he'd reach out and try to brush Wolfwood's bangs from his face, or something affectionate, he doesn't know he can't think right now. But no, the man is fucking gone under there, just full-stop disappeared never to be seen again. His moans pick up in intensity, and when Wolfwood pulls off to kiss and tease, he whimpers and fitfully wiggles about like please continue up until it does.
Thank God that it does, although Ain is very much learning that the teasing actually makes it worse. And on one hand, he doesn't want to climax all over this skirt and have to immediately chuck it in the washer to keep the fabric from getting stained. On the other...]
N-Nick, I'm— y-you might wanna back off— d-don't wanna choke you...
[haha, you fool
that's what he wants!
The thing is, Ain has no self-control. None. Zilch. He says he doesn't want to kill Wolfwood, but really, if he keeps getting head like this? He is simply going to do just that. When there's no stopping, when Wolfwood doesn't grab him and say "gross" and get him off in other ways, Ain can't conceal the squealing in the back of his throat from riding that edge way too long. He climaxes, hard, having to bite down on the corner of the pillow at the last second as he tries to press it into his face so not to alert the neighbours.
Oh... oh god, it's too good.]