[ for an inherently complex and enigmatic being, aodh is verily honest and straightforward in nature.
he needs not lie nor conceal parts of himself, for nothing he says nor does shall ever result in dire consequence (or at least dire in his eyes). perhaps, he may gain to use some tact on occasion, if only to circumvent any easily avoidable misgivings. however, it rarely crosses his mind to. he has never cared for others' perception of him, lest they are his prospective mate â and even then, he is unafraid to offend or anger them, incidentally or otherwise.
the wolf is no exception. he certainly doesn't see anything wrong with his initial approach.
harmless teasing, really; only meant for a passing stranger. he never intended for it to escalate, but now that it has, he has no intentions of simply letting him go, not when he can feel the oh so familiar pull of an imprint manifesting between them.
even without it, he knows that the wolf is receptive of his advances, a burgeoning smile curving the corners of his lips as he is abruptly pulled forward and a daring tongue darts out to taste flesh that currently permeates an undeniable heat. ] You surely jest. Would you truly have me take you like so upon meeting when you already balk at mine lack of decorum? [ his tone carries with it a faint laugh as his hips deliberately rolls up against the man, allowing him a grandiose sampling of what awaits him. ] Ah, lest your true intent is to provide yourself ample cause to act out against mine body. [ âalmost thoughtful. ]
Then, [ he whispers coyly against that flattened ear, telekinetically beginning to undo the wolf's pants until it has loosened enough to slide his hand past the fabric and find purchase between his buttocks, the pad of his middle finger grazing a delicate opening. ] shall I embolden you to it further?
[ the moment wears on his patience in more ways than one. namely, in how heâs expected to sit there and parse through the manâs parlance while no longer actively resisting the pull of his soulâs wants. the desire to appease it simmers just under his skin, but the other has worn him thin enough that he doesnât even bother bargaining for a better place to fuckâso instead, he tries to refocus on the press of the otherâs cock against his own. itâs enough to draw a low hum from his throat as he pauses in mouthing at the manâs neck, gaze dropping instead to admire the tenting in the otherâs pants. ]
I said all your sweet talk and confessions certainly helped your case, didnât I? Wouldâve done wondersâif you hadnât sunk your teeth somewhere they werenât welcome. [ itâs not a final say, but more of a verbal pin; meant to offer more clarity, even if he doubts the man cares for it. still, the imprint keeps him grounded, keeps the mood teasing enough to keep bantering. ] But I donât think you know much about building anticipation if weâre just going to circle the same point over and over.
[ and to prove it: wriothesley lifts his head to meet the manâs gaze, slow and deliberate, before working his hips in a subtle roll that guides the probing finger past the tight ring of muscle with a quiet grunt. he grinds once against the otherâs cock, arms curling lazily around broad shoulders as he leans in. he doesnât need to say much when the look he gives is already doing the heavy liftingâeyes half-lidded, mouth parted in a sigh that says exactly where this is headed. ]
So go on. Prove your claim already. If you desire me so wholly tonight, then leave me just like you said my scent would: wanton and tempestuousâwasnât it?
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no fr tho he needs to come preemptively with an apology letter lmf
he needs not lie nor conceal parts of himself, for nothing he says nor does shall ever result in dire consequence (or at least dire in his eyes). perhaps, he may gain to use some tact on occasion, if only to circumvent any easily avoidable misgivings. however, it rarely crosses his mind to. he has never cared for others' perception of him, lest they are his prospective mate â and even then, he is unafraid to offend or anger them, incidentally or otherwise.
the wolf is no exception. he certainly doesn't see anything wrong with his initial approach.
harmless teasing, really; only meant for a passing stranger. he never intended for it to escalate, but now that it has, he has no intentions of simply letting him go, not when he can feel the oh so familiar pull of an imprint manifesting between them.
even without it, he knows that the wolf is receptive of his advances, a burgeoning smile curving the corners of his lips as he is abruptly pulled forward and a daring tongue darts out to taste flesh that currently permeates an undeniable heat. ] You surely jest. Would you truly have me take you like so upon meeting when you already balk at mine lack of decorum? [ his tone carries with it a faint laugh as his hips deliberately rolls up against the man, allowing him a grandiose sampling of what awaits him. ] Ah, lest your true intent is to provide yourself ample cause to act out against mine body. [ âalmost thoughtful. ]
Then, [ he whispers coyly against that flattened ear, telekinetically beginning to undo the wolf's pants until it has loosened enough to slide his hand past the fabric and find purchase between his buttocks, the pad of his middle finger grazing a delicate opening. ] shall I embolden you to it further?
cw: aodh's formal speech almost killing the mood
I said all your sweet talk and confessions certainly helped your case, didnât I? Wouldâve done wondersâif you hadnât sunk your teeth somewhere they werenât welcome. [ itâs not a final say, but more of a verbal pin; meant to offer more clarity, even if he doubts the man cares for it. still, the imprint keeps him grounded, keeps the mood teasing enough to keep bantering. ] But I donât think you know much about building anticipation if weâre just going to circle the same point over and over.
[ and to prove it: wriothesley lifts his head to meet the manâs gaze, slow and deliberate, before working his hips in a subtle roll that guides the probing finger past the tight ring of muscle with a quiet grunt. he grinds once against the otherâs cock, arms curling lazily around broad shoulders as he leans in. he doesnât need to say much when the look he gives is already doing the heavy liftingâeyes half-lidded, mouth parted in a sigh that says exactly where this is headed. ]
So go on. Prove your claim already. If you desire me so wholly tonight, then leave me just like you said my scent would: wanton and tempestuousâwasnât it?