[ the wolf may not have a whole lot of patience left within him, but the same cannot be said for aodh.
as much as his challenge entices him to act out heedlessly, one of them needs to maintain a certain level of consideration for the other. so while the thought of simply abandoning all pretenses does tempt him to a degree, he instead lets out a breathy laugh in response, his finger acquiescing to the willful roll of the man's hips as he sinks it past his taut entrance. at least one of them ought to possess some patience. ]
Then, you shan't mind rougher treatment? [ he isn't really asking for permission, as he begins to loosen him up. he's tight â tight enough to warrant more attention if aodh is expected to prove his claim. ] Don't be too startled. [ the only warning he issues forth before he manifests a lubelike substance within his depths to ease the friction. he continues to thrust his finger in and out of him, soon adding another digit to widen the narrow passage more.
his other hand, in the meantime, has taken a hold of the man's cock, now exposed due to the diligent undressing of an intangible force. brushing the pad of his thumb over the slit of its head, he starts to stroke along his length, long fingers easily wrapped around its entirety. quick and coarse as his movements may be, they're deliberate and well-attuned to any rippling of pleasures, adapting and honing in on them. ] Can you feel it? [ with each jerk of his hand, his fingers are welcomed deeper inside of him, a coaxing invite. ] You're loosening up for me quite greedily. Shall I add more?
[ one of these days, wriothesley will come to realize how relatively well cared for he is in aodhâs hands. for now, heâs pinned precariously to the wall, braced by the otherâs shoulders as larger hands work him open with practiced ease. his lips find the line of the other's jaw in open-mouthed kisses, breath catching when two slick fingers slip into his channelâonly to groan low when they flex and stretch him a touch wider with each slow pull that follows.
he buries his face into the crook of the other's neck, rutting up into the steady grip even as his hips twitch in helpless retreat from the teasing press against that aching bundle of nerves. between the moonâs pull, the soft imprint dulling any frayed or loosened edges, and the heady scent that leaves him laving his tongue along the otherâs pulse, wriothesley finds himself reaching down. his fingers trail a slow, deliberate path across the other's bulge, slipping beneath the waistband to brush the broad base of his cock with a pleased, reverent hum. ]
What are we thinking? Three, or four fingers?
[ it takes some effort, but he manages to hook one leg around the other's waist, leveraging himself in placeâgrinding down onto those fingers with a careful roll of his hips, fucking himself deeper even as he bucks up into the otherâs hand. whatever is settling between them, itâs becoming harder to ignore. and truth be told, wriothesley would rather quickly soothe it like scratching an itchâchasing relief for a hunger thatâs becoming second nature as the night carries on. ]
Actually, Iâve got a better idea. Why donât you think for meâjust for right now?
[ he laughs, soft and breathless, the movement of his hips giving away more than his barely steady tone. it covers the way his gasps sharpen, a last effort to keep his composure before it dissolves completely. ]
All I ask is that you go easy on me, if youâd be so kind.
[ and really, itâs the last coherent thing he manages to get out before helping the other out of his pantsâstroking him with earnest intent as he buries his face deeper into the otherâs scent. he doesnât bother hiding the press of teeth either, needing more of the taste that lingers there. ]
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cw: arguably the formal speech is the least of wrio's problems
as much as his challenge entices him to act out heedlessly, one of them needs to maintain a certain level of consideration for the other. so while the thought of simply abandoning all pretenses does tempt him to a degree, he instead lets out a breathy laugh in response, his finger acquiescing to the willful roll of the man's hips as he sinks it past his taut entrance. at least one of them ought to possess some patience. ]
Then, you shan't mind rougher treatment? [ he isn't really asking for permission, as he begins to loosen him up. he's tight â tight enough to warrant more attention if aodh is expected to prove his claim. ] Don't be too startled. [ the only warning he issues forth before he manifests a lubelike substance within his depths to ease the friction. he continues to thrust his finger in and out of him, soon adding another digit to widen the narrow passage more.
his other hand, in the meantime, has taken a hold of the man's cock, now exposed due to the diligent undressing of an intangible force. brushing the pad of his thumb over the slit of its head, he starts to stroke along his length, long fingers easily wrapped around its entirety. quick and coarse as his movements may be, they're deliberate and well-attuned to any rippling of pleasures, adapting and honing in on them. ] Can you feel it? [ with each jerk of his hand, his fingers are welcomed deeper inside of him, a coaxing invite. ] You're loosening up for me quite greedily. Shall I add more?
cw: bottom with a mission
he buries his face into the crook of the other's neck, rutting up into the steady grip even as his hips twitch in helpless retreat from the teasing press against that aching bundle of nerves. between the moonâs pull, the soft imprint dulling any frayed or loosened edges, and the heady scent that leaves him laving his tongue along the otherâs pulse, wriothesley finds himself reaching down. his fingers trail a slow, deliberate path across the other's bulge, slipping beneath the waistband to brush the broad base of his cock with a pleased, reverent hum. ]
What are we thinking? Three, or four fingers?
[ it takes some effort, but he manages to hook one leg around the other's waist, leveraging himself in placeâgrinding down onto those fingers with a careful roll of his hips, fucking himself deeper even as he bucks up into the otherâs hand. whatever is settling between them, itâs becoming harder to ignore. and truth be told, wriothesley would rather quickly soothe it like scratching an itchâchasing relief for a hunger thatâs becoming second nature as the night carries on. ]
Actually, Iâve got a better idea. Why donât you think for meâjust for right now?
[ he laughs, soft and breathless, the movement of his hips giving away more than his barely steady tone. it covers the way his gasps sharpen, a last effort to keep his composure before it dissolves completely. ]
All I ask is that you go easy on me, if youâd be so kind.
[ and really, itâs the last coherent thing he manages to get out before helping the other out of his pantsâstroking him with earnest intent as he buries his face deeper into the otherâs scent. he doesnât bother hiding the press of teeth either, needing more of the taste that lingers there. ]