dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety ††

[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...?

[Wolfwood barks a good natured laugh at that, feeling a shiver pass through him inwardly at the way Ain traces his body with his fingers, exploring the expanse of it both dark and hairy.]

Oh yeah? Maybe I should’ve asked earlier if you were gay.

[He’s still chuckling even as Ain comes to a stop up near his sternum, keeping his hands on his hips (still idly drawing nonsense patterns into them with his thumb and forefinger) as he allows Ain all the time he’d like to feel him up.]

Nah, not anymore. Hurt like a bitch when I first got ‘em, though. Had to be shirtless for weeks after. Guess they’d hurt if they got ripped out, though.

[You GUESS]

[Ain winces in what one can imagine is sympathy, even though the ripping thing hasn't come to pass.]

Let's try to avoid doing that. [Like. Please. Let's not do that thing. Okay? Okay.] ...what about the scars? Do you care if...

[He takes a breath. You're both fairies, Ain, masculinity is out the fucking window. Might as well start dressing in drag and die together as old queens.]

...if I kiss them? Is that too... that's something you'd do with a girl, right? [Ain you'RE GAY,] Does it bother you if I do it to you?

…lemme tell you somethin’, Ain.

[Wolfwood loosens his grip on his hips just long enough to reach up and cradle his cheek for a moment, brushing his hair back out of his face for him.]

You don’t gotta worry about what girls do, or what guys do. You just do what you wanna do, yeah? I promise it ain’t gonna bother me.

You can kiss ‘im. I’d be happy if you did.

[Me saying "I can't believe Ain is a misogynist" out loud, the 50s were wild

Anyway, he nuzzles right into Wolfwood's hand, pleased as punch about both that and the affirmation that yes, he can kiss a boy, and maybe he can even kiss a boy... everywhere. Everywhere kiss boy.]

Okay.

[That's all he says, and even though it sounds a little nervous, Ain shimmies a bit so that he can actually do that. He wants to kiss. He's not sure why he wants to kiss, but he does, and it's a good breather for him while his dick resets itself. Because, uh, yeah, there's no way he's going home until he's sure problems won't be caused later. Still got no idea what gay sex is like but y'know.

So he kisses his way across Wolfwood's chest, stopping at the scar on his collar for a moment. It's long, so he winds up trailing his lips over the length of it before moving onto the next one.]

Can I ask something? [Kiss, kiss, as his head moves to the left side, and then the right, kissing the scars from top to bottom as he spots them,] Why'd you stop... grinding on me earlier? Didn't you want to...

[Didn't you want to cum, too, or what?]

[As Wolfwood settles in to let Ain take the reigns for a bit, he relishes in the feeling of having his chest kissed. It feels nice. It’s different from all the times it’s happened before, in a hurried, messy rush towards sex. This, in contrast, is slow and careful, methodic and patient. He brings his hand back around to stroke Ain’s hair again as he works, occasionally exhaling on a contented sigh.

He opens one eye, having let them slide closed, when Ain offers up a question. One with an easy enough answer, he thinks as he cards his fingers through his soft curls.]

Well…I don’t wanna overwhelm you. I didn’t wanna do anything you might not like, or be ready for.

[Like grinding or, god forbid, penetration.]

Dunno…how much you’re willing to actually do tonight, yaknow? But I figured just touching was safe enough.

[...:D?]

Um, yeah, 'cause touching is all we can do.

[His mom runs a cult, what do you want from him, he can't actually know how gay sex works? She'd kill him????]

Haha, it's nice, though. I like feeling you grinding on me.

[Oh buddy.]

[…hold the fuck on.]

Wh- …touching…ain’t all we can do.

[But then again, how is Ain supposed to know? It’s not like his sex ed would be teaching him the intricacies of homosexual intercourse-]

I mean…we can stick to just that, if that’s what you’re comfy with right now, but it’s not…the only option.

[:D?????????

Ain lays his cheek down on Wolfwood's abs, where he'd just gotten done kissing ("gotten done" he'll be back at it in a moment) and looks up at him with big, green eyes. There is not a single braincell firing behind them.]

But we're boys?

[i'm so sorry wolfwood this is what you signed up for]

[Wolfwood opens his mouth. Closes it.

Lays his other hand against the small of Ain’s back. He’s so innocent. Untainted. Pure. He knows nothing.]

T-there are…other things guys do, babe.

[He loves you so much, oh my god.]

Like… [Right. Okay. Here we go he has to explain.] The other obvious thing is…usin’ our mouths on each other. To…lick and suck on our cocks, yaknow?

[boy that sounds

way more sinful than he meant it to-]

But. The other way is that…men have sex by inserting the penis into the anus. Just like you would in a woman’s vagina. I mean, fuck. [All this even has him blushing, jesus] You’re a doctor. You know what a prostate is.

[. . .]

You can have penetrative sex as two men!

[Ain says that like he might've secretly had a conspiracy this whole time. How else are gay people doing things!! He very abruptly sits up, he's so sorry, and looks Wolfwood dead in the face. You can tell his clinic has never had someone coming in to say stuff like "ah yeah I Fell on this cucumber boss".]

When were you gonna show me any of that? [oh my GOD Ain] Wait, can I try— [Remember how he was so shy earlier, you just shocked him into being Not That anymore.] —can I try giving you oral? Is that fine?

Wh- hold on!

[AIN BABE SLOW DOWN

Wolfwood looks. Alarmed? Startled? By the way Ain suddenly sits up and is like “let me do oral on you”. He was expecting, like…getting to give Ain a reach-around at fucking most. He’d get to see Ain’s first orgasm from being touched by another man and it would be very sweet and wholesome. Maybe he’d grind on him and get off before they stopped. They’d part ways and Wolfwood would go home and jerk it to the memory until he passed out.

So where is this bravery coming from? Hi???]

I- didn’t you hear what I said? I…this is your first time doing…fuckin’ anything. You found out you were gay yesterday!

[Or however long it’s been he doesn’t know]

I-I…I mean…I ain’t gonna stop you if you want to, but-

[The bravery is there until the penis comes out and then it will fizzle and die and Ain will bury his face in the pillow and roll around for 5 minutes like a teenager. He's very normal.]

Haha, I mean... [And he lays back down, back to laying on Wolfwood's abs, firm and coarsely textured thanks to the hair. Ain takes the opportunity to kiss them.] We don't... have to. If you'd rather wait until I have more experience, or another time in general, that's okay. I just thought...

[...]

...I dunno what I thought. But doesn't it sound exciting to try? I figure I'm already God's mistake tonight, so no matter what I do, there's no coming back from this, is there?

[Looking... right at the rosary, heyo.]

…you’re not a mistake.

[He exhales a little heavily on that word, because he has. Big Feelings about this, since it’s been his whole life up to now. He tucks Ain a little closer to himself and continues to pet his hair, his brow furrowed.]

I’d…have to be insane to say no to you. It’s up to what you want and think you’d be comfortable trying.

he tilts Ain’s face up, just a little, so he can look back into his eyes. He feels his heart breaking, because he was him not all that long ago.]

If you want to try? Go for it. Just…don’t feel like you have to push it either. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.

[We can touch on the Catholic guilt for later. For now, Ain is nuzzling again. This is probably unsurprising. He's finding more and more that he likes being close to others, especially Wolfwood, and that he craves physical touch more than anything in the world.]

...dunno what I'm doing still. Like with everything else. I want to. ...you could give me pointers.

[God Ain you've never touched a dick before will you please slow down.]

I'm not done touching you yet. Or kissing you. But you brought it up, so now I'm thinking about it.

[Ope, now the embarrassment is settling like a familiar weight over his shoulders. Whoops.]

[Oh my god, Ain…]

That’s fine with me. Just…pick what you wanna do pretty soon, yeah? I’m…I’m startin’ to get blue balls over here.

[He thinks he might be suffering circulation to his dick being cut off by his jeans, send help-]

Oh...! Sorry, hold on— I can undress you fully, can't I?

[Sitting up again to reach for Wolfwood's zipper and all, but he'll wait. Maybe Wolfwood doesn't want Ain to take his pants off for some weird reason. Maybe he's shy. Ain's shy! Ain gets it—

Consent is sexy either way.]

I- [Wolfwood sputters. Dude.] Look sweetheart, if that’s what you want? Go nuts. Take off as much or as little as you want.

[Wolfwood, as it turns out, is not shy about this. He has had his own guts scrambled before okay, he’s Fine.

Ain just. Best be prepared, because it’s one thing to sit against a horse cock, and entirely another to free it into the world.]

...

[Yeah, so like.

Ain... Is a doctor. Ain has seen patients for all sorts of things. Genital warts? Crabs? Fucking syphilis dick rot? He's seen it all. Nothing phases him. And in the case of general checkups, physicals and all, Ain's seen some men and been like wow! Bet your wife is pleased as punch! Not out loud, but he sure has thought about it.

Those men, though, were flaccid. F l a c c i d. It's one thing to see a larger than average flaccid cock and be like yep neat good for you man, and another thing entirely to take off your new beau's pants and he's got—]

Whhwhhhh—

[What is that? Seven inches? Eight? Nine????

Ain sputters, embarrassed for real now, and covers his mouth with his hand. How does that fit anywhere. What. What the fuck. Huh.]

Oh, wow. [Hey Wolfwood you killed him.] Wowowow... Um— do I...

[Ain prays that God is looking the other direction right now, half because of sin reasons and half because God watching him fumble a handjob is gonna be humiliating too. Like come on, you can't even sin right? Loser.

He reaches his hand out, tentative. Retracts it. Reaches out again... Trails his finger from tip to base, not knowing at all how to make this feel good but wanting to touch more than anything.]

Um. What... What feels good, to you? I've never...

[Oh no. Oh no. That is possibly the cutest reaction Ain could have had. No notes, ten out of ten.

Wolfwood is well aware he’s larger than average for a guy his age. He’s just never really done anything with it because he hasn’t been going around hooking up with every tom, dick, and harry in the world. He’s had a couple sexual encounters before dropping off them over the years, either too busy, too guilty, or unable to find someone to make him actually care…at least until Ain came flouncing into his life, and now he happens to care quite a lot. The way Ain ogles his cock like he’s never seen anything like it before leaves him chuckling under his breath, even if he’s…in agony just a little bit now that he’s been freed to the open air but is just being looked at.

He’s certainly hung. And dripping wet, precum already dribbling down the shaft even as Ain inevitably drags his finger through it when he traces a line from tip to base. Nobody has ever taken all of him, and with good reason…look at him. This is maybe kindof why he was a little worried about Ain leaping at the chance to get involved with it right away, mostly because…it big.

He big.]

…hold on. Here.

[Wolfwood reaches out with a careful hand, taking hold of Ain’s so he can gently guide him into wrapping it around the base. From there, he’ll keep his hand over Ain’s so he can guide him further into stroking slowly from base to tip once, using the slick that’s collected there as its own lubricant. Then, he drags his hand back down to the base again.]

Just take ‘er nice and easy. Up and down, just like that. This is how you should do it when you’re by yourself, by the way. It’ll feel a lot better than a quickie through your jammies, believe me.

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