[Ain enters his side of the confessional and dear god he was not prepared for that dress. It throws Wolfwood for a genuine loop at first, his eyes widening a fraction as he sortof just...stares, at him. He is so fucking hot in that, seriously, and it makes him wish there was a light in here so he could see. Instead, there's just what little light comes in through the slats on the "window" of the confessional, which makes the atmosphere moody, albeit not the best for looking at each other.
But that's just fine. He doesn't need his eyes to be able to reach out and find Ain in the dark, one hand resting on those curls while the other cups his jaw, his thumb moving around so he can hook it into the corner of Ain's mouth.]
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But that's just fine. He doesn't need his eyes to be able to reach out and find Ain in the dark, one hand resting on those curls while the other cups his jaw, his thumb moving around so he can hook it into the corner of Ain's mouth.]
Dressin' like that is a sin too, yaknow.
[He presses his thumb against his tongue.]
Now suck.