[With Ain finally giving in and giving Wolfwood what he asks for, there's nothing more for him to whine and complain about, save whining over how good this all feels. No, he very much enjoys the thrill of being restrained like this, so he isn't going to ask Ain to let him go. He's simply going to relish the feeling of it instead, his breath still catching and stuttering on its way in and out, like his body can't quite get enough oxygen. It surely can't keep up either, as he's completely at Ain's mercy right now. Entirely at the whim of the Angel riding him, and god he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying every second of it.
And well, wouldn't you know it, Wolfwood can't actually stand being edged as much as Ain has edged him this evening. He doesn't have the stamina for it. Yes, he's got the stamina to keep going, but to last after all of that? There was no chance in hell once Ain got started in earnest. He can't really even warn Ain either beyond the desperate whimper that pitches high in the back of his throat as he thrusts his hips up against Ain once, twice more...and it's without ceremony that he completely spills over inside of him, filling Ain up fast and hot until he'll be dripping all down the insides of his thighs, all while Wolfwood shudders and quakes underneath him.]
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And well, wouldn't you know it, Wolfwood can't actually stand being edged as much as Ain has edged him this evening. He doesn't have the stamina for it. Yes, he's got the stamina to keep going, but to last after all of that? There was no chance in hell once Ain got started in earnest. He can't really even warn Ain either beyond the desperate whimper that pitches high in the back of his throat as he thrusts his hips up against Ain once, twice more...and it's without ceremony that he completely spills over inside of him, filling Ain up fast and hot until he'll be dripping all down the insides of his thighs, all while Wolfwood shudders and quakes underneath him.]