dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety ††

[It's a lot different than when he was just fooling around earlier in the week, that's for sure. A lot more sensitive for obvious reasons, and Ain is pretty sure the sensitivity increases tenfold whenever Wolfwood's eyes are on him.

He ekes out a soft, appreciative noise, watching the way Wolfwood shuffles about to do... whatever it is he's doing, Ain has no questions right now he's just gonna let the expert handle it. He keeps moving at that languid pace, hand slick with precum and making the job much easier, and out of curiosity... he reaches his free hand up toward his chest and over a nipple, pinching, and even that is almost too much. Ain's back arches, a much louder moan slipping from his lips, before he makes the executive decision to stop doing that unless he wants to make Wolfwood wait even longer.]

Mmnh... could say the same about you, haha...

[Don't worry Ain, cause you're about to find out.

Wolfwood, knelt now between Ain's thighs, carefully brings his clean hand around to rest against one of his legs to keep it open. The other starts to reach down, impatient...until he stops himself short, realizing he should probably explain a bit more what he's about to do.]

Okay. I need to prep you if we're doin' this. Which means I gotta put this lube...up there. [He makes a crude gesture with his fingers.] Get it all...lubed up and stretched out. Your body ain't really made to take this, at least not without a little help. And I don't wanna hurt you.

[Said while giving his thigh a gentle squeeze.]

You ready?

[Ain takes this to mean he should probably stop what he's doing for now, unless he wants to Ruin Everything. So he does, pulling his wet hand off of his cock and sort of gracelessly wiping it off on the sheets nearby. Very cool, sorry hotel staff—]

I was wondering, haha. I'm ready, though. ...go easy on me, okay?

[He won't remind Wolfwood that he's never done any of this before. He doesn't need to hear it, he knows.]

I gotcha baby. Don't worry.

[Have another kiss to the forehead for good measure as he carefully circles Ain's hole with his now lubed-up fingers, though he doesn't immediately press into it. He's trying to get him used to the feeling, which...he knows is going to be extremely weird at first.

...actually.

What will Ain do if he just...takes his free hand, and veeery gently wraps it around the base of Ain's slicked cock? Gives it a few strokes, maybe...he wanted to touch so bad he's sorry.]

[Ain will moan about it, that's what he'll do. Probably the expected result, but he is not only getting used to the way Wolfwood is reaching between his legs, but having someone else's hand on him. If he was all sensitive before... hooooo boy. Hoo boy.

He squirms, bucking into Wolfwood's grip with a needy, debauched sound. That, obviously, is hardly enough for him to get off... but that doesn't mean he's not eager just to have Wolfwood touching him in general.]

N-Nick...

I hope this means you're gonna call me Nick from now on. Cause I like it.

[He smirks as he gently strokes Ain with one hand while working his fingers around...and then very carefully into him- just the fingertip of his index- with the other. He's realizing as he does this that a distraction may be a good idea, since Ain is a virgin virgin. He's never been penetrated in his life, and the tightness Wolfwood is experiencing now is evidence of that.

It...may not be possible to fit all of himself into Ain, he's realizing. He may be lucky to get the tip in...]

Mm... I will...

[Also Wolfwood that's quitter talk. Fuck it we ball, etc.

Ain is... well, he's getting used to everything, let's say. It's kind of a lot to be (barely) penetrated while getting jerked off, as it turns out. The distraction does what it's supposed to do, though; Ain is focused more on the handjob than he is the actual penetration, although at a certain point, he rocks his hips with a certain desperation like he's trying to get More from him.]

I-it's good... you can keep going, I'm okay...

[The uh, Pain has not yet hit him.]

[That's what he's worried about. Wolfwood...has had Things inside of him before, okay, he knows it's not comfortable. Especially not your first time. He doesn't want to turn him off of it, but...]

I'm just warning you, it's not gonna feel nice at first. That's normal, just...remember to keep breathing for me, okay?

[He will keep up his slow ministrations to his dick if it helps, he's just trying to be careful not to overdo it too. They don't need to have Ain cumming again accidentally before he can get a cock in him, after all.

Meanwhile, Wolfwood is just trying to get more than the barest tips of his fingers in. To the knuckle...past that, even. Enough in there so he can actually start to curl his finger and stretch it around a little bit.]

If it hurts too much, tell me and I'll stop.

[Wolfwood is out here doing Things and meanwhile Ain has only just learnt like, five minutes ago that you can put your fingers in your ass. This is groundbreaking information.]

Mm'kay...

[Ain in his head goes "I doubt it'll feel that weird haha" and then literally two seconds later, he starts to hit the "oh I see" territory of losing his virginity. He sees. He understands why Wolfwood said something. It does hurt, just a little, but Ain's determined to see it through. People wouldn't do this if it didn't feel good at some point, right?

He winces, squeezing around that finger for a moment. Takes a deep breath, like Wolfwood asked for him to do, and relaxes further.]

I'm okay. [It bears repeating, probably.] Promise I'm okay.

[Yeah, it’s not hard to tell just watching his reactions that he’s starting to feel it. The first few minutes are just going to suck a lot, plain and simple. It’s why he’s taking this slow, reapplying the lube every so often when things get too dry.]

You’re doin’ great, angel. Just focus on me.

[Out, in…out, apply more lube, slowly work it back in…he’s begun to move his finger a bit now, turning it around and curling it deep against his inner walls. He’s not deliberately searching for that sweet spot just yet, but he thinks he’ll know it when he finds it either way.]

Need to make sure you’re good and slick down here.

[Ain is laying here going, does this happen every time? This is what we do?? Having sex with women must be easier, you just put it in??? (DO NOT DO THIS SHE'S DRY)

It's strange, because it fluctuates between mild discomfort and pain, to feeling really damn good, back and forth like a pendulum. It hurts. It feels great. Wolfwood's curling his finger and Ain lets out a sound, low and pleasured... and then Wolfwood manages to accidentally find that sweet spot, and the sound Ain makes can only be described as whorish. His back arches, and any other moans get bitten back behind his clenched teeth.

He's trying to be quiet. It doesn't matter, because it's a hotel and his moans are so girlish that no one would really bust in here like GAY PEOPLE?????????? But he's now clamping his hand over his mouth while he processes what the fuck just happened.]

[Horny Horny Horny Horny-

Wolfwood wasn’t even meaning to do that, but now that he has? Now that he knows where that is and that he can tap it any time? It is taking a herculean amount of effort to not press into it again, to give Ain some time to actually breathe. He is smiling though in spite of himself, flashing his teeth like the cheshire cat as he pulls his finger back a bit to do a little more careful stretching.]

Hah…bingo.

[He smirks, leaning in close so he can whisper and Ain will feel a bit less like the entire hotel can hear them, maybe.]

Felt good, didn’t it?

[Wolfwood is trying to kill him with that smirk. He swears.]

Mm...mmhmm...

[Congrats on making him just a little incoherent. It wasn't difficult, but still. Ain takes the opportunity to kiss Wolfwood while he's leaning over him, sloppy, the press of lips interrupted by the occasional gasp or whine or whatever other noise Wolfwood can force from him.

He's getting used to it, he thinks. Enough to where he starts to move his hips against Wolfwood's hand again, sort of a more more more while he's too busy forgetting how to say words.]

God, Ain. You're so cute...

[That's about the last thing he manages before Ain takes to kissing him, which is fine. He will eagerly return them in kind no matter how sloppy, tilting his head to better slot the two of them together. Between kisses he slips his finger ever deeper, and when he feels like he's almost as deep as he can go...when Ain is trying to move his hips?

He'll rub at his prostate again, just a little. Just the slightest amount of pressure, enough to get his toes curling.]

That's it.

[Not only does it get Ain's toes curling, but it gets him arching up into Wolfwood and gripping the sheets, too. A reward for all Wolfwood's hard work!

And it seems like Ain's doing a lot better the longer this goes on. Too much is likely to make him cum, obviously, but this much... this much is fine. More pleasurable for sure, and Ain can't imagine how he looks right now. He's definitely flushed red to the tips of his ears. He's probably drooling all over himself a little bit, and some part of him makes him wipe his mouth off on the back of his hand so that he doesn't look like a complete slob over here.]

Nick... [He is also getting impatient. Wholly unsurprising.] Nick...

I hear ya. We gotta get more than one in though, I'm sorry.

[He's pausing yet again to lube up his fingers, this time pulling the single digit back far enough to slip his middle in next to it. To Ain, it will be like he's starting over from zero, having to work his way back to the top of the mountain after getting kicked halfway down it. Granted, the dryness isn't quite as bad now, and the burn only half as uncomfortable...but still. Wolfwood isn't focusing on his prostate right now, which means that stretch is going to become more of a stretch.

It's why he decides to keep talking, you know...to keep Ain with him.]

Bet you can't wait to get my cock in you, huh? Believe me, it's gonna feel way better than my fingers do.

[Oh, yep, there it is. The discomfort and pain are back, and yeah, it really is like starting from square one. It's a lot! It's a lot for Ain, who has to yet again coach himself through it. Deep breaths... don't tense up... Wolfwood is speaking...

...

Wolfwood is speaking wait shit—]

Nnhhh... [If he weren't already red, that would've made it worse, so thanks!] I bet... want you in me...

[Does he realise what he's saying? Well, halfway. He can kind of imagine that it feels better based on his understanding of everything else happening. That's it, though. Honey you got a big storm comin', etc.]

Mmmhm, that's right.

[He can tell that Ain's coherency is leaving him by the second, so he's going to stop fucking around and actually try to get him worked open a little faster. Not so fast that it hurts him, or makes him miserable, just...fast enough. Enough so that Wolfwood isn't going to suffer from an exploded dick before he even gets IN Ain, because he really is getting dangerously close to blue-balling himself at this point.

So he continues to work those two fingers in now, doing the same as before. This time however, he focuses on scissoring as much as curling them, actively stretching Ain apart to make sure that when he enters him, he doesn't split him open.]

Just a little bit more...I'm gonna try to see if we can do three, but if it's too much let me know.

[Ain thinks to himself what do you mean three, but the mental math tracks. Yeah. Three. Okay. That makes sense. Dicks are pretty large and Wolfwood is probably going to cleave Ain in half so—

At least he's getting used to it. It hurts less. If he weren't goddamn horny, he might relax further, but right now he's to the point where he's desperate and wiggly and rocking down into Wolfwood's hand for the millionth time tonight. He must look like some kind of whore right now. Ain imagines he's probably no better than some hooker off the street.]

[A whore...perhaps. But if Wolfwood were asked, he'd tell Ain he was the most attractive whore he's ever met, that's for sure. He does wish Ain could see just what he's seeing, what with the way Ain's body keeps arching off the bed, his neck curved so pretty...he can't help but lean in to press his lips to it every so often as he gently fucks him with his fingers. So insistent is he with it, in fact, that Ain may not even realize when he does finally get three inserted. By that point, he's doing less thrusting and more stretching, starting to feel sweat beading on his forehead and the back of his neck.

He thinks...he's done. He's not sure how much more of this he can handle.]

Hey...how're you feelin'? You still with me? I think you might be ready now.

[Hey, did you know three fingers is a lot—

Ain doesn't notice at first. He does midway through, when the stretch becomes very obvious alongside everything else happening. It's different for sure. It feels good, for as much as it also hurts. Wolfwood is talking and Ain is yet again not really listening, finding it difficult to over the rush of blood in his ears.]

Mm... y-yeah, I'm okay... horny, haha...

[Haha (lustful) (fuck him please)]

J-just go slow at first, okay?

Don't worry. I'm gonna...uh. Need a second to get this on, anyway...

[This being...the condom. Wolfwood is pretty sure he's never actually put one on (do you think he was having protected sex? lol), which means it's going to take him at least a minute to figure it out.

First thing's first though. He needs to- carefully- pull his fingers free from Ain's ass. It's going to feel extremely empty all at once, going from pleasantly stuffed to nothing at all. He hopes it won't be like that for long, but...well he got condoms he was pretty sure would fit him, so it should be fine!

Wolfwood grabs the box and pulls out one of the foil packets, holding it between his teeth while he lubes himself up first. He rips the packet open with his teeth afterwards before...clumsily working it over his length, struggling both because it's slippery and kindof weird to do, but also because he's so horny and eager that he keeps nearly dropping the damn thing.]

...Ugh. God- fuck-

[He feels unstuffed. He wants to be stuffed. It's a sad two and a half minutes for Ain.

At least... he knows how to get a condom on. Yes, his family is 100% the "you don't fuck unless you're having babies, you don't need birth control or condoms" type of family, but Ain works for a clinic and went to a real med school, there are some things you have to know even if they're against God's will or whatever. He sits up, reaching out to help.]

It's like this... [He explains, patiently,] You leave room at the tip here, and the important part is that you don't stretch it out so that it goes over your balls. Just the shaft.

[Do you know how many people think it goes over the balls, Wolfwood? Do you??]

[He's so glad he's dating a doctor, seriously.

...wait, dating? Dating.

Dating...]

How would it even fit over my balls?

[You've seen his cock, Ain. It's going to be a miracle if he manages to get the condom on it without ripping a hole through the latex.

But yes...he will let Ain help him. He doesn't know wtf he's doing.]

...I'm gonna show you something. Can I have a spare one?

[He'll wait until he's done getting Wolfwood all wrapped up, though, before he goes for one of the extras. He's sorry but he has to be a dumb boy real quick and also a medical professional.

Ain tears open the wrapper and pulls out the condom, and then says informatively,]

They're stretchier than you think they are, even if they're a size too small.

[And then, as an example, he sticks both hands in the condom, palms flat together, and spreads his hands a whole foot apart. The condom shows no sign of breaking.]

You can blow them up like giant balloons and we can hit each other with them, haha. So yes, it would fit, but let's not do that, okay?

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