[RIP HIS HARDON INDEED...Wolfwood sucks in a breath and grits his teeth a little, just barely resisting jerking his hips up against Ain like he has no better control over himself. He won't rush this, not when it's Ain's first time ever being properly in bed with someone not liable to immediately show him the door. Even if he, too, is more than a little impatient.
And when Ain's lithe fingers trace over scars both years old and new, he sucks in another, shorter breath. Ain will be able to tell them apart, if he looks close. Some are faded against his dark skin, while others- like the teeth marks from the rose hounds on his shoulder, or where Elsword's spears stabbed him through- are still very fresh and recent. Those are the more sensitive ones, while the older ones feel vaguely numb at this point.]
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And when Ain's lithe fingers trace over scars both years old and new, he sucks in another, shorter breath. Ain will be able to tell them apart, if he looks close. Some are faded against his dark skin, while others- like the teeth marks from the rose hounds on his shoulder, or where Elsword's spears stabbed him through- are still very fresh and recent. Those are the more sensitive ones, while the older ones feel vaguely numb at this point.]
Lil bit, yeah.