[The sensation Wolfwood immediately elicits is vivid, to say the least. His whole body trembles, then outright shudders with the pleasure that rolls through his form. He's used to pain, of which there is some as the skin breaks and bruises, but the way it mixes with pleasure is as foreign as it is enjoyable.
For once, he's grateful for the fact that his healing is greatly diminished. He'll be able to wear the mark that lingers with, buried beneath fabric though it might be. It gives him a sense of belonging, of purpose and home that is probably far too sentimental for the moment they're sharing, but screw it.]
N-Nick - [He croons the name in a way that's both desperate and heated. He underlines with words by allowing the hand of flesh to twine within his hair and tug once more. It's a firmer grasp this time, certainly less controlled. And it feels so good. His body rises obediently when it's bidden to do so, though he has to resist the urge to shove his chest further into Wolfwood's face. He's bitten back things like pleasure and desire for years now. Resisting them as both are dragged to the forefront is more of a challenge than he might have expected.]
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For once, he's grateful for the fact that his healing is greatly diminished. He'll be able to wear the mark that lingers with, buried beneath fabric though it might be. It gives him a sense of belonging, of purpose and home that is probably far too sentimental for the moment they're sharing, but screw it.]
N-Nick - [He croons the name in a way that's both desperate and heated. He underlines with words by allowing the hand of flesh to twine within his hair and tug once more. It's a firmer grasp this time, certainly less controlled. And it feels so good. His body rises obediently when it's bidden to do so, though he has to resist the urge to shove his chest further into Wolfwood's face. He's bitten back things like pleasure and desire for years now. Resisting them as both are dragged to the forefront is more of a challenge than he might have expected.]