dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety ††

[Ain is bright red by the time he finishes recounting all of that, feeling both like there's a weight off his chest and like he's going to be stupidly embarrassed walking into the hotel they're now apparently going to. He's alarmed, also, when Wolfwood pretty much chokes multiple times, but...

Apparently he's fine. Alarmed? Ain supposes that makes sense. He was also alarmed. And he wants to point out there was no fucking they were Clothed, his brain only goes so far. Like, clearly they're gonna do something, maybe Wolfwood will put his hands all over Ain in the places Ain was too shy to try, who knows. He has a Feeling.]

Huh...? Alright, that's fine...

[He wasn't exactly done, but maybe he'll save that for the hotel. The one where he was imagining Wolfwood touching him, like, really touching him, in ways only someone that's a horny virgin could possibly comprehend.

Ain's face burns.]

It's not too much for a first date, is it? Or a first... date that I'm aware of, date? [Because let's be real, the others were dates, Ain's just dumb.]

Don’t worry about that. They were all dates. Consider this one the third.

[So you know, if he was wondering-!!

Wolfwood of course will be glad to hear more. More than thrilled to know that Ain had wet dreams about Wolfwood, and then later imagined being touched by him. But that happening in the hotel is probably wise, because by that point he’s not going to be able to restrain himself any longer. He’s already struggling as it is thinking about it.

How often…do you get this opportunity not only with your crush, but with a Virgin? Not just any virgin either, but someone so completely new to the whole thing that Wolfwood isn’t yet convinced Ain has ever had an orgasm before. More things to discover later, for now he is speeding just a small bit getting to the hotel.

And the hotel is…fine. It is Southside, meaning that it’s an average run of the mill hotel that isn’t fancy and probably will be the poorest lodgings Ain’s ever experienced, but what matters is it’s clean and private. Wolfwood walks in with Ain and books two rooms on the fourth and top floor, too easily making up a lie about how they’re both on a business trip for the week and need a place to stay for the night. The person handling the keys doesn’t think twice- especially not when they spot Wolfwood’s crosses- and even MORESO when Wolfwood tips them extra.

It’s a silent order. We were never here, and if word gets around, I’ll come find you.

Then…with the hallways empty due to the rooms being filled for the evening, Wolfwood has less to worry about by taking Ain by the hand once they step off the landing to the fourth floor, walking along with him to their room. As they’re making it inside, Wolfwood looks down at Ain out of the corner of his eye.]

Listen, Ain. I’m just gonna tell you now that…if I do anything you don’t want, you need to tell me and we’ll stop. I’d be just as happy kissing and holding you all night.

[Oh god.

Ain is having a whole moment over here that's basically summed up as "I have no idea what I'm doing and he's gonna know immediately", which as it turns out is fine for Wolfwood and his deflowering kink. He's still incredibly nervous, though he tries not to let that show as he lets Wolfwood lead them along.

And so they get to the room. Dingy. Not fancy. Kind of sucks if he's honest. Yet...

He strays over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it, nodding stiffly.]

I'll let you know. I just... you know, I don't have any experience, so I'm sure it won't be that great for you.

[Oh buddy. Oh you have no idea how untrue that is.]

I've been so afflicted, though. If we'd called the date there at the restaurant, I would've gone home and had more fantasies about you touching me— [We Are Opening A Can Of Worms] —and then I'd keep feeling unsatisfied every night because you're not there. So I'm glad we're here, but just... have zero expectations. Okay? Okay.

[Okay. They’re in the room. Well. One of the two rooms Wolfwood paid for. The door is locked. Doubly so as Wolfwood pulls the chain over on the door to make absolutely sure nobody is getting in. It’s about then that he turns to see Ain perched on the edge of the bed all pretty as he moves to toe off his shoes, and-]

W- wait, hold on-

[He feels his stomach abruptly drop to his def as he pads over to where Ain ended up, standing there dumbly with just his socks on.]

Tell me more about that. Please. You’ve thought about…me touching you? […] Did you ever…you said unsatisfied, does that mean you’ve been…?

[Oh god, oh god he’s been masturbating to him-]

…have you…gotten off? I mean. Uh. …orgasmed? Do you know what that is?

[He’s so sorry he’s having a whole moment and his dick is going to explode, he has such a fucking kink for this]

[Ain... will also kick off his shoes. And sort of hurriedly remove his cardigan, leaving him just in that sweater. The cardigan ends up over the foot of the bed on one of the posts.]

Yes, I know what— I'm a doctor. [Bro... like he gets it but bro.] And... kind of. I guess. I don't know, it wasn't that good, like I said. I've never actually— I mean, it was through whatever I was wearing at the time because I felt ashamed, I guess? Sometimes I've just got a pillow between my legs. [So, you know, multiple times he's done this.] But it's— it's difficult to go to sleep at night and have all these sinful dreams about you and wake up feeling feverish. That's what I'm trying to convey. It's...

[He cannot possibly get any redder. Now he's pushing his thighs together, hands shoved between the upper thigh and his knee, like he's Trying to hide.]

...I want you to touch me, Nick. Like— really. Put your hands wherever you want. Just get it out of my system.

[In just that moment, Wolfwood is pretty sure his brain explodes. A weaker man would have just died on the spot (it is him he’s the weak man). Because not only did Ain just admit to touching himself while alone thinking about him…

He just called him Nick. Entirely unprompted.

So. If the tent in his jeans wasn’t yet visible before, it is now. Yet he stands there in the middle of the room as if frozen with indecision, unsure whether to take it slow or just pounce on Ain immediately. Like, he knows what the correct answer is, it’s just a matter of wrangling his brain into cooperating.]

R-right. Right, sorry.

[He’s a Virgin, not stupid.

Wolfwood, for a blessing, doesn’t just jump Ain’s bones right then and there. He approaches him slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. Touching him he can do. Easy. Honestly, if Ain’s only been touching himself through his clothing so far…

He sighs shakily, leaning over to press a kiss to Ain’s hair.]

I’ll show you. I’ll show you exactly how it’s meant to be.

[But how does he want to do it, is the question. Well…he sure does know where he wants to start.

He scoots back until he’s propped up against the pillows, then gestures at his own legs.]

C’mere. Sit in my lap. Facing me, sideways. However it feels comfortable.

[Sit in his lap, huh...

Ain briefly hesitates, following Wolfwood with his eyes. How should he sit, he wonders? Like— they're clearly doing something, so... Facing him? Yeah, facing him.

Ain crawls his way up onto the bed, definitely hard and definitely flustered, and then hesitates again while he tries to figure out how he should arrange himself. Then, he plants his hands on Wolfwood's shoulders for balance, swings a leg over the guy's thighs, and sits down on them. Straddling him.

This is embarrassing. This is also the most exciting thing he's done in his entire life.]

O-okay. What now...?

[And just like that, it’s Wolfwood’s fantasy coming true. Ain is sitting pretty on his thighs, flushed and nervous, and he can feel his budding erection against one leg. With Ain’s hands on his shoulders, he has no fear he’ll go tumbling off. It also means he can lay his hands on Ain’s hips, brushing his thumbs over them as he tilts his head up to press a kiss to his lips.]

Now…we do some neckin’ for a while. Like we did in the car.

[His voice is low, soft as he smooches Ain between words. Smooch smooch.]

Sound good?

Mm'kay.

[He doesn't need to say "I don't know what I'm doing, put your expectations on the floor" again. He knows he doesn't, but he's tempted to anyway. Yes, honey, Wolfwood knows you don't know a single thing. Firsts are like that.

Ain has no idea that he's feeding into Wolfwood's kinks right now. Like, no matter what he says, it's gonna rev his partner's engines. No matter what he does, that's still true.

So he kisses Wolfwood, trying to tamper down the need to say "I know this is gonna suck, but". Take that urge and throw it at the wall until it dies. They're light kisses, although Ain tries to deepen them the longer they go. He's not sure how, but he sort of gets the whole lip-moving motion by now, so maybe if he just tilts his head a little...

His hands squeeze Wolfwood's shoulders. Oh Buddy he is Nervous.]

[Wolfwood can tell. He can feel the subtle tremble in Ain’s fingertips as he grips his shoulders, and in response Wolfwood simply rubs gentle circles into his sides as they kiss. It’s encouraging that Ain is trying to deepen the kiss; it means that he’s eager for more, or at the very least willing to try. And Wolfwood is more than happy to provide.

He’ll teach him, step by step. A little lick to his bottom lip, a teasing preview, then he’s pressing against his lips in a silent request for access. If/when Ain opens his mouth, be it intent or reflex, Wolfwood will tilt his head and deepen the kiss all the more, until they’re not just chaste kissing, but actually making out. There is tongue involved. Ain can taste a funny mixture of chocolate and cigarettes.

Wolfwood, meanwhile…is getting harder. Somehow. He can feel the curve of his cock trapped just behind where Ain sits, almost acting as a seat in its own right as Wolfwood struggles to behave, for the moment. Though all he wants is to rut into Ain’s plush ass, he doesn’t. He stays still and focuses on teaching him how to kiss, eventually parting with a strand of saliva connecting them for a few seconds.

He huffs on a low laugh, his hands wandering a little further up, resting at his sides beneath his rib cage.]

You’re doing so good, baby. How does it feel? Good?

[Oh boy. Wolfwood's tongue slides into Ain's mouth and the first noise he makes is one of surprise, like hello wait what, and it very quickly peters off into a string of low moans. At some point, he becomes aware of himself and tries to keep his voice down, but he sure is returning Wolfwood's affections with appreciative sounds, that's for sure. If there were any doubt that he'd enjoy himself, let that be cleared up.

Still, Wolfwood has all the power here. Ain kisses him eagerly, but it's sloppy for obvious reasons. Their tongues press together, and Ain relents to let Wolfwood lick into his mouth instead, practically sucking on the guy's tongue for a minute until they have to part to breathe. There's saliva running down the corner of Ain's mouth, and he swipes it away with a hand, embarrassed. God, that was probably unattractive.]

Mm... g-good. [If it wasn't obvious by the moaning. Get ready Wolfwood, that's gonna be the rest of your life.] S-sorry for... getting spit everywhere.

You’re fine. It happens.

[They’re making out pretty deeply, so he’s not surprised or even bothered by a little spit. He just tugs Ain a bit closer to himself so he can press a kiss against the bridge of his nose, hands yet still wandering a bit further up his body. He’s wearing his cardigan still, and Wolfwood is taking this so slowly that he hasn’t even tried touching his bare skin yet. Instead he’s testing the waters carefully, mapping out each rib as he finds it, kissing along the side of his jaw tenderly…

Compared to Ain, his hands are large. He could cover his chest easily with both of them, if he wanted. Lift him up underneath the arms like a ragdoll, even. He doesn’t, but his mind does linger on these things as he kisses Ain’s chin, then dips a little bit lower to try kissing the side of his neck again. It’s a bit difficult with that high collar and an inability to move it thanks to his hands being occupied elsewhere, but it’s fine. He’ll make do with this for now, because there’s something else he wants to try.

Namely…he lifts both hands, and with the gentlest touch, he brushes over Ain’s clothed nipples with his thumbs, just barely able to find them by running his hand along since they haven’t been stimulated enough to be perky yet.]

Have you tried touching yourself here?

[He asks quietly, murmuring between them like it’s a secret as he rubs a slow circle over each.]

[There's a low, buzzing hum, appreciative as Wolfwood kisses his neck. He's not going to question why any of this feels good, especially not on his neck. Usually someone's teeth against your neck means dying terribly, at least as far as the animal kingdom is concerned. It does not mean pleasure. Usually. Ain's not thinking about it for much longer than that, turning his head a little to give Wolfwood more room to work with. He imagines his hair must be tickling the guy or something, and he's got to get around that turtleneck, and...

Then Wolfwood's hands are on his chest, and even though the sweater blocks some of the sensation, some of does not mean all of and Ain lets out something akin to a squeak. The fabric rubs over his skin in such a way that it's stimulating, surprisingly so. Wolfwood's reward is getting to feel the way his nipples harden under just that much.

This is going to be a surprise tool that helps both of them later. For now, Ain just hums out a noise that might've been a "no" before he clarifies verbally,]

Nuh-uh... I didn't think of it. F-feels good...

Yeah? [Wolfwood hums, rubbing them a little more the moment he realizes Ain’s reacting so strongly to the touch. If he’s reacting this much with his top still on…] It sure does feel like you like it. You’re so good.

[He continues to offer words of praise and encouragement as he mouths the side of Ain’s neck, nipping at the corded tendon there like he had in the car. He’s hesitant to leave marks, so he resists the urge to bite harder, or to suckle the skin. He’ll have to save that for a place more easily covered up.

He’ll do this for a while. Necking, rubbing him through his top. After a few minutes, he draws back to peek at Ain’s expression, flushed and wanting.]

You okay for me to feel under your shirt?

[Ain thinks he has perfectly normal sensitivity (he does not). His cheeks are burning, though, hot and red enough to nearly obscure every freckle on them. It's good. He feels good. He also feels like his pants are going to strangle his dick to death, but it's not unusual to him, since he's been getting off to Wolfwood just like that. So...

Ain nods. Yeah, he's okay with it, but a thought comes to mind, and he speaks it before he can think better of it or hide in his shyness.]

Wh-why don't you just take it off? [...] I mean— if you want to, I'm not implying you want to.

[Ain. Honey. Darling.

Anyway, either Wolfwood simply sticks his hands up under there or the shirt comes off, whatever it is, he'll be greeted to the freckles on Ain's hips either way. They're like little nebulas, and the freckling gets sparser as one's gaze travels inwards, toward his belly button, though there are a few larger splotches there half-hidden underneath the hem of his pants.

If the shirt comes off, well, Wolfwood gets to see the freckles over Ain's shoulders, clustered at the tops and spreading out in thin splatters over his collarbones, down his chest.]

No…I want to. Very much. [His expression softens just a bit as he drags his hands back down Ain’s sides again, fingers trailing along the soft fabric of his top.] I just didn’t wanna without asking you first.

[Ain might be so nervous that he can’t handle being unclothed tonight, which would be fine. They can just as easily get off fully dressed (and that is, in fact, a kink for some people), especially since he knows disrobing is another point of anxiety to begin with. But…if he’s okay with it being taken off, Wolfwood will go for that option first. Like…he wants to see him shirtless, desperately.

He is not at all disappointed by the kaleidoscope of freckles he’s met with upon removing Ain’s top, his skin as fair as porcelain and soft as the cashmere he’s so fond of wearing. He doesn’t think he sees a single scar or blemish, which isn’t going to be the case when he’s done with him. And if Ain is paying attention…he may just feel that soft firmness he was sitting back against suddenly twitch powerfully against the small of his back.

Wolfwood swallows thickly, starting at the bottom and working his way up. He touches Ain as gently as he possibly can, calloused fingers exploring the dips and curves of his navel and abdomen and the musculature there. He works his way back to his torso, under his ribs and beyond…and when he makes it back to Ain’s chest, he sighs.]

Ain. You’re…g- beautiful.

[He almost took the lord’s name in vain, sorry-

Instead? He’ll smooth his palms upward…up until his thumbs once again find his nipples where they’re erect from the previous contact, rubbing over them gently like he had before. Slow meandering circles, at least until he takes to very lightly pinching them both between his thumb and forefinger.]

[Oh, he's paying attention. And he feels it, his brain sending sparks down his spine, hey just like on the bike but fifteen thousand times worse, hey what would happen if you rocked your hips back there, what if we did that, and Ain is past the point of ignoring his ape brain. He does just that, pushing his ass against Wolfwood, curious as to if that's going to feel good or hurt him.

It sure does something to Ain, who lets out a soft, appreciative noise. Just like his terribly horny dreams, only Wolfwood wasn't half as hard and Ain's not facedown on some mysterious, flat surface.]

I-I dunno, [he laughs softly, breathless,] I think I'm sort of average.

[Wolfwood isn't leaving much room for argument, though. Ain can't say much more than that, because the man is on him again, and this time it's without the fabric in the way. Suddenly the sensitivity is worse, and Ain's hips jerk forward, a sharp gasp falling from hips lips. It catches him off-guard as much as it likely does Wolfwood, and he slaps a hand over his mouth, alarmed and hopelessly horny.

There's a wet spot forming on the front of his pants. Please help him, he might be dying. Is he dying? He's dying.]

[Christ ALIVE Ain might be the cutest person to exist on the planet. Wolfwood is going to die. He’s going to die because Ain is too cute, if he doesn’t die of his dick exploding first, of course-

He…isn’t expecting Ain to rock back against his cock at all, and the resultant moan that Wolfwood lets out is as loud as it is lewd. If he weren’t so committed to giving Ain a good time and taking it slowly besides, he…is pretty sure he would have flipped him and fucked his brains out by now.

Fortunately for Ain though, he doesn’t do that. He just remains consciously aware of how badly he’s leaking in his own boxers as little shocks of pleasure rush haphazardly up and down his spine, all while he’s still playing with Ain’s nipples. The way Ain suddenly jerked like that pretty much tells Wolfwood all he needs to know.

This man is unusually sensitive around the chest area. Especially if having his nipples touched is making his hips move unbidden like that.

He doesn’t want the poor guy to cum in his pants, but at this rate he’s…pretty sure that might end up happening if he keeps this up, and he isn’t sure he wants to stop. Ain sure hasn’t asked him to, and those nipples are looking particularly appetizing. Wolfwood licks his lips, glancing up at Ain once, which will be his only real warning.

His right hand keeps teasing his left nipple as he brings his other down to support Ain’s back, replacing the touch of his fingers with his tongue. He laps over the erect bud, flicking the tip with the tip of his tongue before sealing his lips around it, suckling there gently.]

[Wolfwood is out to kill him, Ain's convinced. Because, yeah, he sure does feel a semi-familiar pressure mounting, but it's nothing like when he was doing it alone, where it was more like a few quick passes with his hand and the problem magically went away. It's different. It feels... more, somehow? It feels more. More what? Just more.

None of this he can verbalize, between whimpering and squirming and absentmindedly rocking his hips against Wolfwood's.]

N-Niiick...

[He's trying to keep his voice down. He's trying to let Wolfwood know how good it feels. He's trying to pay attention to how his body reacts to things, but he's also trying to lose himself in pleasure and have his brain shut off. It's too much at once. Ain squirms again, this time more firmly pressing his hips down against Wolfwood's, and the noise he makes signals that he's basically lost his fucking mind. Everything is so sensitive. Is he supposed to be that sensitive?

Why does he feel so good, isn't this sort of thing supposed to be for women? What the fuck is going on—

Ain can't think much further on it. Wolfwood sucks on him just a bit more, and Ain comes undone almost immediately, a briefly flustered noise erupting from him as he — quite obviously — orgasms.]

[He knew that Ain probably wasn’t going to last for very long his first time, but to cum completely untouched…this poor boy. Wolfwood at least can tell when it happens even without looking, hearing the sound of Ain’s desperate moaning coupled with that telltale pitched sound someone makes when they definitely just came in their pants. And it is…as attractive as it is utterly maddening, because once more Wolfwood’s dick leaps in frustration behind Ain, desperate to join the fray all while being kept firmly outside of it.

Wolfwood tries to ignore himself for a moment as he focuses on Ain. He works him gently through it, sucking and lapping at his chest even as he’s still in the throes of pleasure, moving over to give the other side a brief moment of attention before it ends. He rubs the small of his back soothingly as his hands fall back down to hold onto Ain’s hips, letting him lean against his front if he needs to. He can easily imagine how he must feel right now: wet, sticky, uncomfortable, but blissed out all at the same time, not yet bothered by the wetness of his underwear.

And Wolfwood…for just a brief second, loses his control. He takes hold of Ain’s hips, gently, and…he situates him just right so that the cleft of his ass is seated against his clothed cock, making it the perfect angle for him to rut his hips a few times into him. He moans unbidden against Ain’s shoulder as he does this, physically aching from how hard he’s holding himself back, because he refuses to cum like this. He just…needs the friction. He needs it if he’s going to survive.

Then, he stops. He exhales heavily, shakily, and holds Ain carefully against his chest still in his lap, able to just barely feel the dampness between them.]

Good…you’re doing so good, baby.

[Ain is yet again wondering why it's so goddamn hot when a guy ruts against your ass. What is this. What is that called (it's a kink) why is that sexy.

He does, indeed, slump forward, moaning softly as Wolfwood does his thing. He's not sure why Wolfwood stopped. This is pretty much what sex is? (no) Why did he stop? (This is not what sex is this is foreplay.)

Aaa???

Ain sits up a bit, tugging at Wolfwood's shirt. He doesn't feel like he's doing good, he feels like he's being noisy and unfun, because he hasn't given Wolfwood half of what Wolfwood's given Ain. Ergo...]

Why is this still on?

[Pouts at you pouts at you pouts at you—]

[If Wolfwood knew that Ain thought this is basically what sex is, he wouldn’t be able to help laughing. Like, he’s not laughing at him, but honey…baby…sweet summer child…

Either way, Wolfwood is suffering. He wants to ruin him so badly. He wants to fuck him until he cries. But also he doesn’t? Want to do that? That is not first date material, that is not first time material either. He’s trying to behave, but at what cost…

So when he feels Ain tug at his shirt…he chuckles. He leans back with his head flopping against the pillows, looking at Ain through hooded eyes.]

…haha…dunno. Why don’t you help me get it off?

...mm'kay.

[It's just a normal shirt, it looks like. No buttons or anything Ain might fumble with. Somehow this makes the job both easier and harder. He won't embarrass himself by not knowing how to unbutton a shirt all of a sudden, but he will embarrass himself by probably accidentally punching Wolfwood in the jaw.

(He doesn't do this, luckily, but he's still visibly nervous as he's helping lift up the hem, pausing every so often because what is he doing before he actually manages to get it high enough to go over Wolfwood's head.)

Hoo boy. Muscular men... pretty... Ain makes some noise that is definitely a horny squeak as he sits back.]

[Haha. Oh, Ain. It isn’t just a muscular man you’re looking at. Wolfwood, as Ain has seen because he can’t button his shirts to save his life, is…well endowed. He has TITS. But even more than that, now that he’s seeing him completely bare chested, well…

That chest is supporting a rosary, for one. The cross dangles between his boobs. He’s very hairy, very warm, and there are some suspicious scars crisscrossing over him, as well as a particularly deep one running over his right collarbone. And then if Ain deigns to look further beyond that?

He’ll find that the man has his nipples pierced. Each one, a neat barbel straight through and glinting in the low light.

Wolfwood grins, relaxing lazily against the pillows as Ain gets an eyeful.]

So? Whaddya think?

[Ain looks like a gay deer in headlights, that's what he looks like right now. There's indecision on his face, like what is he supposed to do, where does he kiss, does he kiss? Is that also reserved for women?? Is kissing your partner's body affectionately a feminine thing to do? Does he care?? Does Wolfwood care—]

I think, [Ain says, carefully choosing his words,] that I wish I had my awakening three weeks ago so I could've seen this sooner.

[Ain has never seen a man with piercings unless they were facial piercings, or like, everyone these days has their ears pierced — he does, too. He's never seen this many scars on someone who wasn't a war veteran, and even then, that doesn't seem like the correct amount of scars to have. He thought Wolfwood was a priest...? But maybe he really is some sort of grizzled war veteran or just some punk. Ain can't find it in himself to care.

He's also never seen a man with this much body hair. He has none, like he's basically incapable of growing any that's not on top of his head or where his eyebrows are, and he's pretty sure no one in his entire family has this much testosterone. Like.

Like what the hell.

He flattens his hand against Wolfwood's abs, like he'd done on the bike but somehow even less subtle this time, and lets his fingers curl against some of the hair there. Feeling, mostly. Dragging his fingers from Wolfwood's navel and up to his chest, perfectly on the midline, but not any further. He looks hypnotized, almost.]

Do, um... do the piercings hurt...?

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