[God, he's so warm. It's almost TOO warm, like the kind of warm you're unsure if it's just really good or actually hurting you, but he thinks if he were cooking his dick he'd 1) know and 2) Flamebringer would have warned him ahead of time. It's fine. If anything, it just amplifies the pleasure as he rocks into him, and when Flamebringer uses his nails to claw down Wolfwood's back, he's pretty immediately arching into it and moaning like a whore about it.
So, they're having fun.
Wolfwood bites down again, then soothes the spot with his tongue afterwards, rocking into Flamebringer hard enough for the sound of skin-on-skin to echo throughout the small bedroom, the bed creaking beneath their combined weight.
He finds himself wondering, distantly, if Flamebringer feels all the hotter because he's so turned on from killing himself.
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So, they're having fun.
Wolfwood bites down again, then soothes the spot with his tongue afterwards, rocking into Flamebringer hard enough for the sound of skin-on-skin to echo throughout the small bedroom, the bed creaking beneath their combined weight.
He finds himself wondering, distantly, if Flamebringer feels all the hotter because he's so turned on from killing himself.
What a wild sentence out of context.]