[He wants to go faster, like...pretty much immediately. Unsurprisingly. But he is managing to behave, if only just. He can tell that Ain would be okay with more, it's just how much more. He needs to figure that out before he just goes at it guns blazing with no restraint whatsoever.
He rubs a thumb against Ain's cheekbone, soothingly, before starting to actually move. It's no longer the slow, tentative few inches in, few out. It's a regular sort of pace, still slow for Ain to keep up with, but something more regular without the frequent stops and starts. He isn't quite in Ain's throat yet by any means, but if Ain did happen to have a gag reflex, he probably would be sweating a little bit.
He's so good. Wolfwood doesn't think Ain realizes just how good.]
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He rubs a thumb against Ain's cheekbone, soothingly, before starting to actually move. It's no longer the slow, tentative few inches in, few out. It's a regular sort of pace, still slow for Ain to keep up with, but something more regular without the frequent stops and starts. He isn't quite in Ain's throat yet by any means, but if Ain did happen to have a gag reflex, he probably would be sweating a little bit.
He's so good. Wolfwood doesn't think Ain realizes just how good.]