Extremely selfish [He insists with a grin that borders on toothy, breaking the pattern of kisses for the briefest of moments. When he does return, he keeps himself angled toward Wolfwood's neck, teeth just barely pressing into the skin and leaving faint red marks in his wake.]
You're so beautiful, Nick. Hope you know that. 'n perfect. 'n made just for me.
[With each word, his fingers work to scissor apart, further opening Wolfwood up. His own body feels awash with heat, something that only grows with each buck of the fingers. Feeling his partner, his lover, his beloved pry apart with just his touch is divine, but he wants more. He wants to feel Wolfwood around him, preferably sooner rather than later.
He slips back after a few more moments, nearly confident that Wolfwood is ready. As he wipes his hand against the fabric of his pants. He reminds himself to make sure those get a solid wash later, before moving his hands toward the button of his own pants.]
We got a little distracted, gettin' me undressed. [He sounds nothing if not deeply amused and horribly affectionate.] Think you're ready for me, though?
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You're so beautiful, Nick. Hope you know that. 'n perfect. 'n made just for me.
[With each word, his fingers work to scissor apart, further opening Wolfwood up. His own body feels awash with heat, something that only grows with each buck of the fingers. Feeling his partner, his lover, his beloved pry apart with just his touch is divine, but he wants more. He wants to feel Wolfwood around him, preferably sooner rather than later.
He slips back after a few more moments, nearly confident that Wolfwood is ready. As he wipes his hand against the fabric of his pants. He reminds himself to make sure those get a solid wash later, before moving his hands toward the button of his own pants.]
We got a little distracted, gettin' me undressed. [He sounds nothing if not deeply amused and horribly affectionate.] Think you're ready for me, though?