[Thank God, thinks Ain, thank fucking God. Ain's eyes flutter shut and he simply lets Wolfwood do as he will, moaning loudly in the back of his throat with every thrust. Name one thing better than this, you can't.
He braces himself against Wolfwood's thighs, digging his nails in further through the fabric. Part of him wonders what Wolfwood would do if he reached under his dress and started to get himself off... most of Ain simply wants to wait for Wolfwood to touch him, because he knows he's probably going to get off in six seconds exactly, he's so wired.]
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He braces himself against Wolfwood's thighs, digging his nails in further through the fabric. Part of him wonders what Wolfwood would do if he reached under his dress and started to get himself off... most of Ain simply wants to wait for Wolfwood to touch him, because he knows he's probably going to get off in six seconds exactly, he's so wired.]