dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety ††

[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.

[Fucking... Ain isn't small, either, but suddenly he feels like he's a whole lot less impressive here. Jesus Christ.

Okay. He's not going to flub his first handjob. He's not. He's going to make this good for Wolfwood, too, paying careful attention to how his fingers are curled, the movements of his wrist... It seems easy enough. So he nods, sort of an "I get it", although he's not doing much else to spice it up. Just moving, slow and careful, blushing profusely at the mess that is Wolfwood right now.]

I believe you. Will you— will you say something if you don't like it?

[He wants to impress so bad. Won't Wolfwood leave it he's not impressive—?

Ain watches for a moment, how Wolfwood looks all spread out like this, how his muscles flex when Ain touches him at all, how pretty he is just in general... Ah, he can feel himself getting hard all over again, which is obviously an awful sign. When does the libido end? (It doesn't. Ain will discover that soon.) And he's still gross, too, still hasn't undressed...

He focuses on Wolfwood, huffing out a short breath through his nose. His free hand reaches up to the man's chest, hesitant like with everything else he's done tonight, and he tentatively brushes his finger over one of those pierced nipples.]

...are they... sensitive?

[Like, obviously, but are they as sensitive as Ain's are, is what he means.]

I promise you I will.

[But trust him Ain, you’d have to try to rip his dick off for him to make you stop, and he doubts you’ll be doing anything like that. In fact, with how gentle and tentative his stroking is, there’s more of a risk to be had that it isn’t enough than anything. Ain’s smart though, he trusts him to find his stride soon enough.

Plus, it’s…really hot, so Wolfwood can’t complain. His kinks are being catered to directly right now, so even if the touch is light, it’s still doing a lot for him. That’s evident by the way he moans under his breath as Ain’s hand moves carefully over him.

And listen Ain, don’t be a stranger. Wolfwood wants to see that cute little cock of yours, you’re more than welcome to get those pants off-]

Mmm? Oh, yeah. I think the piercings made ‘em more sensitive, actually.

[He actually tensed visibly when Ain touched it, soooo]

[There's a nod. Ain is processing those words. He's thinking. His hand is moving and he's thinking...

...

He's got no hands left. There's a side of Wolfwood's chest he hasn't touched yet. By the magic of instinct (read: Wolfwood did it to him earlier) he knows what to do about this. He...

Is gonna lean forward and take one into his mouth. No hesitation, no fanfare, because if either of those happen he'll get so flustered he stops. He's clumsier, though. Between having to focus on one hand jerking Wolfwood off, and the other rubbing one nipple while his tongue lathes over the other... Ain doesn't have every movement down pat yet, so it's difficult for him to make this much of a smooth operation. Even so, he doesn't stop moving, not for a second.

He's discovering... It's kind of nice to have something in his mouth. Surely this doesn't mean anything—]

Mmnh...

[God, now he sure is hard, but he'll unzip his own pants in a moment. He's occupied. The metal is strange clacking against his teeth, a bit cold, but the barbells almost offer something of a grip. Ain pinches one with his fingers, and the other... he bites. Gently. But he still bites.]

[Ain’s bravery in just jumping right into this is honestly commendable. Wolfwood definitely remembers his first time being a lot faster, a lot more shameful…but then again, he was younger, and his partner was as much of a virgin as he was. You put two horny virgins in a box and you can’t expect it to be anything but messy.

Maybe that’s why he was so keen on reminding Ain that they could take it slow. That they don’t have to rush through things, that it’s okay if they don’t get to it all in one night. But hey, if Ain wants to try? Wolfwood sure as hell isn’t going to be caught complaining.

What he isn’t expecting is what he ends up doing next.]

—!!

[Ain not only starts stroking him off- finally, dear lord- he goes in for the fucking kill with his piercings. Not just finding one with his fingers to rub and pinch, but taking one into his mouth in a way that makes Wolfwood gasp so sharply it sounds like it hurts at first. He squirms briefly, a sudden buck of his hips upwards likely jostling not only Ain’s hand, but his position still sitting on Wolfwood’s thighs. Hi, he’s sorry, that was completely involuntary do carry on.]

Fuck, Ain…

[The lack of coordination doesn’t matter. Honestly, having things be so unsteady and staggered means that Wolfwood is getting a little bit of everything all at once, between the handjob and having his nipples played with. And since it’s Ain, who is still so new and curious about everything…

Well. It’s no wonder his cock jumps against Ain’s fingers, and he breathes a pitched keen in the back of his throat.]

[Ohhh...

Oh!

He did that! Those noises and the wiggling are Ain's fault! He's getting his boyfriend off!! —boyfriend? No, they're not boyfriends, they're not even going steady, rewind rewind rewind rewi—

Anyway. Ain's mentally patting himself on the back for that one. Finally, he does something right, even if it means Wolfwood thigh pushes up between his and Ain gasps against his partner's skin, rocking down into him briefly. Oh... God, he needs to take his pants off.]

Mmmgimmeasec...

[He's not moving his head off of one of those nipples no sir, he's been obsessed with that chest since they met, but he is gonna take his hand off the opposite one and undo his pants with one hand. It's only enough to pull his pants partway down and free himself somewhat; he gets his underwear moved aside by only a few inches, enough for the head of his cock to poke over the top before Ain's back to stimulating every possible place he can on Wolfwood.

He's slightly free. It's fine. He'll worry about the details later.]

Pretty sounds... It's good, right?

[He'll swap his head over to the other side. This requires leaning across Wolfwood's upper body, so he's not going to play human Twister with himself to swap his free hand to the side he just left. Still, he's tugging the barbels between his teeth now, finding some sort of rhythm in that in tandem with the wet, messy handjob he's giving Wolfwood. Little does Ain know that somewhere along the lines, his grip has tightened just a bit, enough for some real friction and not that limp-wrist jerk he was doing before.]

Mmh…mhmm…good…

[Wolfwood is rapidly slipping into that pleasured mindset you get into where you’re just kindof stupid about everything, so hopefully Ain wasn’t expecting colorful commentary. He’s trying to focus on how it feels more than anything, especially as Ain starts to get braver and more bold with his movements. Having his mouth on his chest playing with the piercings is one thing, but the moment he starts applying more pressure at his dick?

Wolfwood groans deeply, and for just a moment, he loses himself and bucks into Ain’s hand, forcing his girth through the hollow of his hand. He can see the tip of Ain’s cock peeking out of his pants at him, and he wants nothing more than to reach out and touch him, but he doesn’t want to distract him from his task either…]

K-keep goin…keep goin baby…you’re doing so…so good…

[If Wolfwood hasn't discovered this already, Ain's something of a kisser.

He ends every couple sucks or passes with his tongue with a kiss. At one point, he stops rubbing Wolfwood's chest if only because it looks like the stimulation has him a bit swollen, and peppers kisses along the surrounding skin, finding another scar to kiss before he drags his tongue over it. There is an oral fixation awakening in this boy and it's gonna be Wolfwood's problem.

He sits up a bit. Kisses Wolfwood's neck, trying to mimic what Wolfwood did to him earlier. Grazes his teeth along the skin... trails down to keep kissing scars. His hand keeps occupied with that slow, rhythmic jerk, though he's parsed by now if he sometimes squeezes a bit, Wolfwood seems to like that.

Ain... still wants to try giving head. He has no measure for how these things are supposed to be done, but his lips are trailing down Wolfwood's abs now, tongue flicking out between kisses like he's trying to map the man out with his mouth, and he's sure it's? Fine? If he just licks the tip a bit while he's jerking the guy off. Right?? Wolfwood wouldn't hate that, would he, is that how things are done? He seems to like being kissed everywhere else, surely it's fine if...

Yeah. Ain's too blissed out to care where his mouth is going right now, so he experimentally kitten-licks the tip of Wolfwood's dick.]

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