Wolfwood shifts on the bench, finding it hard to sit still. His pants are growing uncomfortably tight the longer he listens, because he can perfectly picture what Ain is describing in his mind's eye. Holding him down, having his way in the exact order he's asking...and given the fact it's been a long while for him now since he's been intimate (for, you know, ~reasons~), he's pent up. Majorly.
And his inhibitions? Gone. Nonexistent, currently. And it's not like he's actually had anyone come by today...
He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, then leans in towards the wall between them.]
...I hate t'say it, but you're too far gone. M'gonna hafta punish you.
[He stretches his good leg out, his heel hitting the door in front of him.]
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Wolfwood shifts on the bench, finding it hard to sit still. His pants are growing uncomfortably tight the longer he listens, because he can perfectly picture what Ain is describing in his mind's eye. Holding him down, having his way in the exact order he's asking...and given the fact it's been a long while for him now since he's been intimate (for, you know, ~reasons~), he's pent up. Majorly.
And his inhibitions? Gone. Nonexistent, currently. And it's not like he's actually had anyone come by today...
He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, then leans in towards the wall between them.]
...I hate t'say it, but you're too far gone. M'gonna hafta punish you.
[He stretches his good leg out, his heel hitting the door in front of him.]
Get over here.