[In that moment, Wolfwood lets out a moan that's louder than he ever intended it to be. More like a sharp, bitten-back bark than anything, one that catches in his chest as his whole body arches up off the wet ground, as if trying to throw himself deeper into Ain if he can. He can't do anything beyond move his hips with his wrists bound as they are, every breath a heavy pant between them. He doesn't burst, no, but he's clearly very close to it thanks to Ain's efforts, and it's difficult at this point to tell if the dampness clinging to his lashes is rainwater, tears, or a combination of both.
Please, please, please- every shift of his body seems to say, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gives another sharp tug on his wrists. Nothing. He may as well have cement blocks affixed to them.]
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Date: 2024-08-07 09:23 pm (UTC)Please, please, please- every shift of his body seems to say, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gives another sharp tug on his wrists. Nothing. He may as well have cement blocks affixed to them.]
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