[Wolfwood...actually did forget in the heat of the moment, oops!! So it's a good thing Ain remembered because oh, yeah, he absolutely did want that. Now, between the crushing denial that gnaws at the pit of his stomach the moment Ain pulls away, and the way his wrists are suddenly bound and snapped above his head, and the way Ain sinks down on him like that? It's a miracle he doesn't explode. And he doesn't, maybe because he just doesn't have a chance to process it all yet, or maybe because he's been edged so thoroughly that he still needs just that much more to tip him over the edge.
He can hang on. He has to, because fuck him if he doesn't want this to last.
Right now though, Wolfwood can't speak. He can barely make a sound beyond a strangled wheeze as he tests his bonds, wiggling his wrists only to find that they're stuck tight. He couldn't pull himself free even if he wanted to, but that's exactly how he wants it to be. He trusts Ain, so this is fine. Better than fine, actually.
Rain pelts his face, his hair completely sodden by now as he looks up at Ain with an expression he's probably never properly seen before. It's desperate and debauched, wanting to beg almost but lacking the voice to do so.]
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He can hang on. He has to, because fuck him if he doesn't want this to last.
Right now though, Wolfwood can't speak. He can barely make a sound beyond a strangled wheeze as he tests his bonds, wiggling his wrists only to find that they're stuck tight. He couldn't pull himself free even if he wanted to, but that's exactly how he wants it to be. He trusts Ain, so this is fine. Better than fine, actually.
Rain pelts his face, his hair completely sodden by now as he looks up at Ain with an expression he's probably never properly seen before. It's desperate and debauched, wanting to beg almost but lacking the voice to do so.]