[Turns out, being edged just makes everything feel that much more intense! Who knew, right? Because right now, Wolfwood is feeling it. Every inhale of breath is met with a whine, and every exhale a deep, guttural moan that would definitely be heard should anyone step near the forest's edge right about now. He's thrown all caution to the wind in terms of trying to be quiet, not that he was really trying before...it just feels too good to bother. He wants to ride it out, to let Ain stroke him off to completion, but he knows they have bigger and better things ahead.
Er go: the edging. Which ends up being coupled with Ain taking it upon himself to kiss his neck and bite him there, sharp enough for Wolfwood to hitch a moan in the back of his throat, his hips bucking up again against Ain's dicks.]
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Er go: the edging. Which ends up being coupled with Ain taking it upon himself to kiss his neck and bite him there, sharp enough for Wolfwood to hitch a moan in the back of his throat, his hips bucking up again against Ain's dicks.]
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