[The way Ain handles him is so, so sweet. So gentle that it almost tickles, the way his lips march their way across his skin. Battle scarred and ugly, he thinks most would find him hard to look at. Yet Ain treats him like something reverent to be cherished- the brief tease to his nipple makes his heart flutter- and before he knows it, his hand is being held. He finds himself easing into it, sinking in like he's being enveloped like a warm blanket until...well, the arousal is definitely still there, but it's more like a pleasant buzzing undercurrent than a barking dog in his ear, demanding his attention. He's able to allow it to ramp up slowly as Ain kisses him...
And on top of all of that? He moans. He moans and shifts a little every so often, like it feels so good that he can't quite stay still, his hand briefly tightening its grip on Ain's.]
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Date: 2024-08-15 03:14 am (UTC)And on top of all of that? He moans. He moans and shifts a little every so often, like it feels so good that he can't quite stay still, his hand briefly tightening its grip on Ain's.]