[Damn. What's this asshole so pretty for? It's not fucking fair. Wolfwood, of course, is still grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Yet, despite his smugness, Wolfwood is shockingly gentle. He's working his fingers against Flamebringer like he's a lover, and not out of some sort of obligation.
Like wow, he's enjoying this? Fucked up, truly.]
Oh, you're lettin' me?
[He's teasing as he twists his wrist, rubbing the pads of his index and middle finger along the edge of that sheath, dragging them up the base of one cock while his thumb comes up to rub at the head of the other.
Prepping? You're supposed to be prepping? Wolfwood prep this man's asshole-]
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Like wow, he's enjoying this? Fucked up, truly.]
Oh, you're lettin' me?
[He's teasing as he twists his wrist, rubbing the pads of his index and middle finger along the edge of that sheath, dragging them up the base of one cock while his thumb comes up to rub at the head of the other.
Prepping? You're supposed to be prepping? Wolfwood prep this man's asshole-]