[Oh, good, he's doing something right! His brain is trying desperately to compare experiences here, and he's noting that Wolfwood actually... like, wants this. He wants it. No matter if Ain sort of loses his balance and tips slightly to the side with a laugh, or if he faceplants right into the titties (which is only on purpose once, he'll have Wolfwood know), or if he gets a little silly and decides to blow a raspberry on Wolfwood's stomach just to play around... he still wants. He still wants Ain, for some reason.
What the fuck. This is illegal.]
You're really cute. [Cute is his word. It's the only word in his vocabulary sometimes. But he swears, Wolfwood is really, really cute. He promises.] Does it feel good? Um... if I do this, do you... feel loved at all?
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Date: 2024-08-15 03:37 am (UTC)What the fuck. This is illegal.]
You're really cute. [Cute is his word. It's the only word in his vocabulary sometimes. But he swears, Wolfwood is really, really cute. He promises.] Does it feel good? Um... if I do this, do you... feel loved at all?
[Kisses over Wolfwood's hipbones.]