[But, you know, not in this form. As discussed, the bedside table drawer is none too happy with Ain right now, so the other form it is, not that Wolfwood has ever seemed to mind it. So, he leans in to steal Wolfwood for a kiss, this one deep and passionate, slipping his tongue beyond his lips with something a little more practised than the other couple of times they did this. He's learning... exclusively via Wolfwood at this point, but he's getting there!!
He does not have time to pat himself on the back about this because his mind is elsewhere, both on Wolfwood's tongue and on grinding down on his hips as they kiss. He has, at least, figured out how to gyrate his hips on his own thanks to some practice in his room when he's alone at night, shut up — and it shows in the way he moves. Someone has been using his hand a little too much, it's fine.
While all that is ongoing, Ain quietly shifts forms, although Wolfwood might still get a little flash of lights from where Ain isn't entirely blocking his vision with his head. The angle is a little awkward for his wings, one of which is folded back at a weird angle to accommodate for the back of the couch, but it's not like it hurts him.]
I wanna... [kiss... bites Wolfwood's bottom lip,] try something. Do you like being tied up? I can do it with magic, I think...
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[But, you know, not in this form. As discussed, the bedside table drawer is none too happy with Ain right now, so the other form it is, not that Wolfwood has ever seemed to mind it. So, he leans in to steal Wolfwood for a kiss, this one deep and passionate, slipping his tongue beyond his lips with something a little more practised than the other couple of times they did this. He's learning... exclusively via Wolfwood at this point, but he's getting there!!
He does not have time to pat himself on the back about this because his mind is elsewhere, both on Wolfwood's tongue and on grinding down on his hips as they kiss. He has, at least, figured out how to gyrate his hips on his own thanks to some practice in his room when he's alone at night, shut up — and it shows in the way he moves. Someone has been using his hand a little too much, it's fine.
While all that is ongoing, Ain quietly shifts forms, although Wolfwood might still get a little flash of lights from where Ain isn't entirely blocking his vision with his head. The angle is a little awkward for his wings, one of which is folded back at a weird angle to accommodate for the back of the couch, but it's not like it hurts him.]
I wanna... [kiss... bites Wolfwood's bottom lip,] try something. Do you like being tied up? I can do it with magic, I think...