[Ain climaxes harder than he has in a long ass time, and Wolfwood...despite bruising Ain's ass with his thrusting, isn't quite there yet. He knows he could easily just keep going and reach his peak while still in the confessional, but he's realizing suddenly that he can't quite see Ain as well as he'd like in here. It's dark, his boyfriend illuminated only by the slats in the wall, so he decides when Ain falls forward against the wall that he's going to take matters into his own hands.
He lifts Ain up against his chest as he goes still for a moment, carefully turning him around without pulling out so that Ain is chest-to-chest with him, making it easier to pick him up off the seat. He's a mess, but Wolfwood ignores that for the time being as he walks backwards out of the confessional, using his shoulder to knock the door open so he can carry them both over to the altar at the front. This is arguably more dangerous in lieu of them getting caught than doing it inside the confessional, but he doesn't care. He doubts anybody is coming by to confess right now.
So! Ain is getting himself laid down on his back atop the altar with Wolfwood stepping up onto the step in front of it to give himself enough height advantage to be able to reach, hiking Ain's legs up high before resuming his thrusting. Ain came already and is likely oversensitive from it, but fortunately for Ain's sake Wolfwood really doesn't need much more than a few moments of hard pounding to reach his own peak, which he hits with a guttural moan as he fills Ain up, his release spilling out of him down his inner thighs to join the mess inside the dress.]
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Date: 2025-01-18 07:47 pm (UTC)He lifts Ain up against his chest as he goes still for a moment, carefully turning him around without pulling out so that Ain is chest-to-chest with him, making it easier to pick him up off the seat. He's a mess, but Wolfwood ignores that for the time being as he walks backwards out of the confessional, using his shoulder to knock the door open so he can carry them both over to the altar at the front. This is arguably more dangerous in lieu of them getting caught than doing it inside the confessional, but he doesn't care. He doubts anybody is coming by to confess right now.
So! Ain is getting himself laid down on his back atop the altar with Wolfwood stepping up onto the step in front of it to give himself enough height advantage to be able to reach, hiking Ain's legs up high before resuming his thrusting. Ain came already and is likely oversensitive from it, but fortunately for Ain's sake Wolfwood really doesn't need much more than a few moments of hard pounding to reach his own peak, which he hits with a guttural moan as he fills Ain up, his release spilling out of him down his inner thighs to join the mess inside the dress.]