[If Ain knew a silencing spell-bubble-thing, he would've cast it by now. As it is, he's going to be the louder of the two, and they're lucky the rain will drown most of it out anyway. If it were a normal night... no shot, they'd have already been caught fucking around like this.
Right now, Ain can't bring himself to care, as Wolfwood's fingers move down and just ghost over him. His reward is Ain tightening the pressure with his tail's grip; it's a strange feeling, like a ribbon wrapping around him, but warm like a hand might be. Though it's not as deft as his fingers, Ain is able to use that flared tip of it as something similar, sliding it along the slit while the rest curls around him and glides up and down.]
Do you like that?
[Those are not the sounds of a man who doesn't like that, surely.]
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Date: 2024-08-05 03:33 am (UTC)Right now, Ain can't bring himself to care, as Wolfwood's fingers move down and just ghost over him. His reward is Ain tightening the pressure with his tail's grip; it's a strange feeling, like a ribbon wrapping around him, but warm like a hand might be. Though it's not as deft as his fingers, Ain is able to use that flared tip of it as something similar, sliding it along the slit while the rest curls around him and glides up and down.]
Do you like that?
[Those are not the sounds of a man who doesn't like that, surely.]