[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...! 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—
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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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…]
[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.]
[Listen if Ain gets an oral fixation from this that is not his fault, that’s gonna be between him and god. Wolfwood isn’t going to be mad about an oral fixation as it is, because it means he gets to feel Ain’s tongue and lips pass over every inch of his whole body and he thinks he might die? He is going to die.]
Ain…
[His name issues from his chest in another breathy moan as he starts really getting into jerking him off, and honestly even with his stamina Wolfwood knows he can get off like this easy. Just a little longer is all he’ll need, even as Ain takes a break from kissing his nipples and decides to bring his attention elsewhere.
Untouched scars get kissed next, on top of rippling muscles and trembling tendons as he fights to keep still. The rosary on his chest rises and falls with every heavy breath, and as Ain moves down Wolfwood smooths a hand over the top of his head. Further and further down he goes, leaving Wolfwood breathless and desperate for more, until-]
A-ah-!
[Ain what the fuck
He does it, he goes and puts his mouth on his cock, and Ain is going to be surprised by the way precum spills over onto his tongue pretty much immediately, Wolfwood’s words catching in the back of his throat. He tries to speak but can’t. He has to focus his energy into not fucking Ain’s face because shit shit shit-
It’s embarrassing, but he thinks if Ain keeps this up, he’s going to be a faster shot than he’s used to.]
[Oh, yeah, that's a lot, says local idiot mentally because he does not realise yet what "a lot" is. Ain is all too happy to keep going, though, noting the taste and how Wolfwood feels against his tongue. Something... something about this feels good. Oh God. He thinks he likes this.
(God is not watching he's looking the other way. Y'all nasty.)
It's not so much a blowjob as it is Ain jerking Wolfwood right against his mouth, which is almost certainly going to cause problems later, not that Ain has fully clocked that. He keeps up with the kitten-licks, treating Wolfwood like an oversized lollipop — he doesn't know how, nor does he realise yet, that he can put Wolfwood into his mouth and suck on him in earnest that way. It's just licking, tongue darting out over the slit to lap up what's there, sometimes straying lower in the places his hand isn't at the time to stimulate there.
He's not going to be pulling back even if Wolfwood tries to warn him, so uh. Good luck Ain—]
[Ain…really doesn’t realize how much of a harlot he looks like right now. Like, if his mother saw him now, she’d pass away on the spot. So would everyone in his family. He’s sprawled half naked across another man with his cock in both his hand and mouth, and he’s about to look even worse in a minute, here.
Wolfwood frantically grabs for Ain’s hair, his fingers haphazardly undoing the pretty braid there in a way that causes his curls to cascade over his shoulders. His breath hitches in an increasingly fast manner, a warning in and of itself that Ain isn’t paying any mind to. He croaks out a sound, garbled and unintelligible.]
Ain- m’gonna-
[“Cum, in like ten seconds”, but the words don’t come out. He’s cut off by another growling moan of pleasure, hips canting up against Ain’s face. He’s rising fast towards that peak, about to tumble helplessly over the edge-]
Aughhhh-
[And then…he shoots directly into Ain’s mouth. It’s so sudden- and there’s so much of it- that it no doubt spills out of his mouth and all over his chin. Whether he jerks his head away with surprise or not, it’s going to get all over his face, too, thick ropes draped over his nose and bangs like confetti ribbons.]
[Ain's reflexes are not quick enough to avoid being painted, so, uh.
Yeah. He gets smothered. Covered. As a poet once said, "like my Waffle House hashbrowns", but Waffle House was only just opened and that poet is not alive yet.
Anyway, this is the second time I've used that joke and it's never not funny.
Ain manages to move back slightly, but it's too late by then; what amount hits his tongue gets in his mouth and he swallows it, and the rest winds up on his cheeks and chin and up into his hair, rest in peace baby boy you're gonna need a shower before you go home now. Yet he's not remotely horrified or disgusted by it, really, instead...
Well. Another kink has been unlocked. His dick jumps in his pants at the way Wolfwood moans, and the mess all over his face, and Ain doesn't have the braincells left to think "why is that hot, exactly". But it is. It is hot. He's pretty sure he must be doing something right, if Wolfwood's reaction was to climax all over his face.
Ain sits up. His eyes go to the cross sitting between Wolfwood's pectorals, still all puffy from where Ain was being maybe a little too enthusiastic about soft nibbles and sucking on the man... a wave of horny washes over him, and he quickly starts to undo his pants the rest of the way. These have to come off. He thinks he's going to die if they don't.]
Haha... mm, you should let me do that again some time.
Wolfwood sags against the pillows, heaving as he fights to catch his breath while Ain is busy lapping up the cum dripping into his mouth from his face. It is....everywhere, because Wolfwood is pent up and has needed to cum either on or in a man for weeks now, so this is only sortof scratching that itch. He's still going as a matter of fact, a few last pumps working their way out of the tip as they waterfall over the shaft and down Ain's fingertips. Even as he's sitting up to admire his work, Wolfwood is still trembling in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss, looking back at Ain with his glasses comically askew.]
I...tried to warn you...
[But! Well! Now Ain's been given his first facial in his life, congrats, he's officially been christened as a gay man.]
[Ain is midway through kicking his slacks and underwear to the floor. He... should reasonably be shy about this, and he thinks he kind of is, but the focus is more on the fact that a hot man just came all over his face. When Wolfwood actually starts to look Ain over... he's probably going to hide.
Right now, he's trying to swipe cum off of his face with his fingers. He looks down at his hand, and there is a Clear internal debate happening. Like. Wipe off? Put in mouth???]
Yeah...? I liked it. Haha, I know it wasn't that great, though, [ain he CAME ON YOUR FACE,] so I'll have to pull you aside to practice some time.
[Wolfwood has awakened a fucking monster. This man came out of the closet This Evening to him, and he's been nothing but a nuisance since. In a way, it's good. In another way, this is Ain heavily compartmentalizing, but we don't need to think of that while we're horny.
He Will have a mental breakdown about this later.]
You should take your glasses off. Aren't they getting in the way?
[It wasn't technically perfect, nor was it even technically an actual blowjob, but that doesn't mean it wasn't still great. Better than anything else Wolfwood has had in years, that's for damn sure. And now here they both are all of a sudden, completely naked? Like??? Wolfwood didn't expect it to get this far but, well...
He's not sure they can go back, at this point.
On Ain's suggestion, he'll reach up to tug the shades off his face with a heavy sigh, folding them up and setting them aside. It's Ain's first time seeing him without them. Seeing his eyes in general, deep and brown as they are.]
[Ain, who has gotten most of the mess off of his face and has opted for ye olde "wipe your hands on the bed", is now climbing back to sit next to Wolfwood properly. This is the point where he sort of crosses his legs and tries to ignore how red and untouched his own dick looks.]
Why don't you ever let them be seen? Is it 'cause they're so pretty you could seduce half the town?
Hah, maybe...but I think maybe you're just biased.
[Wolfwood is still...a bit too blissed out to move much, which is why he simply tilts his head to rest it on Ain's shoulder for a bit. Woof. If he wasn't still so horny, he could just go right to sleep.]
[Not because he didn't enjoy it, but because him having That in him is a whole other discovery. The bravery is wearing off, and Ain is yet again back to being just a little wiggly. A little nervously squirmy.]
I guess I could've warned you! But I liked... [wiggle wiggle sorry he's a bad pillow] ... putting my mouth all over you. Mmsorry if your chest is a little sensitive.
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Date: 2024-02-13 03:09 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2024-02-13 03:30 am (UTC)...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.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 03:40 am (UTC)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-]
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Date: 2024-02-13 03:43 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 03:47 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 04:02 am (UTC)[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...
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Date: 2024-02-13 04:12 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-13 04:29 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 04:40 am (UTC)[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]
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Date: 2024-02-13 04:49 am (UTC)...
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.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 05:00 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 05:11 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 05:02 pm (UTC)[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…
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Date: 2024-02-13 06:18 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-13 07:04 pm (UTC)Ain…
[His name issues from his chest in another breathy moan as he starts really getting into jerking him off, and honestly even with his stamina Wolfwood knows he can get off like this easy. Just a little longer is all he’ll need, even as Ain takes a break from kissing his nipples and decides to bring his attention elsewhere.
Untouched scars get kissed next, on top of rippling muscles and trembling tendons as he fights to keep still. The rosary on his chest rises and falls with every heavy breath, and as Ain moves down Wolfwood smooths a hand over the top of his head. Further and further down he goes, leaving Wolfwood breathless and desperate for more, until-]
A-ah-!
[Ain what the fuck
He does it, he goes and puts his mouth on his cock, and Ain is going to be surprised by the way precum spills over onto his tongue pretty much immediately, Wolfwood’s words catching in the back of his throat. He tries to speak but can’t. He has to focus his energy into not fucking Ain’s face because shit shit shit-
It’s embarrassing, but he thinks if Ain keeps this up, he’s going to be a faster shot than he’s used to.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 07:38 pm (UTC)(God is not watching he's looking the other way. Y'all nasty.)
It's not so much a blowjob as it is Ain jerking Wolfwood right against his mouth, which is almost certainly going to cause problems later, not that Ain has fully clocked that. He keeps up with the kitten-licks, treating Wolfwood like an oversized lollipop — he doesn't know how, nor does he realise yet, that he can put Wolfwood into his mouth and suck on him in earnest that way. It's just licking, tongue darting out over the slit to lap up what's there, sometimes straying lower in the places his hand isn't at the time to stimulate there.
He's not going to be pulling back even if Wolfwood tries to warn him, so uh. Good luck Ain—]
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Date: 2024-02-13 08:13 pm (UTC)Wolfwood frantically grabs for Ain’s hair, his fingers haphazardly undoing the pretty braid there in a way that causes his curls to cascade over his shoulders. His breath hitches in an increasingly fast manner, a warning in and of itself that Ain isn’t paying any mind to. He croaks out a sound, garbled and unintelligible.]
Ain- m’gonna-
[“Cum, in like ten seconds”, but the words don’t come out. He’s cut off by another growling moan of pleasure, hips canting up against Ain’s face. He’s rising fast towards that peak, about to tumble helplessly over the edge-]
Aughhhh-
[And then…he shoots directly into Ain’s mouth. It’s so sudden- and there’s so much of it- that it no doubt spills out of his mouth and all over his chin. Whether he jerks his head away with surprise or not, it’s going to get all over his face, too, thick ropes draped over his nose and bangs like confetti ribbons.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 09:01 pm (UTC)Yeah. He gets smothered. Covered. As a poet once said, "like my Waffle House hashbrowns", but Waffle House was only just opened and that poet is not alive yet.
Anyway, this is the second time I've used that joke and it's never not funny.
Ain manages to move back slightly, but it's too late by then; what amount hits his tongue gets in his mouth and he swallows it, and the rest winds up on his cheeks and chin and up into his hair, rest in peace baby boy you're gonna need a shower before you go home now. Yet he's not remotely horrified or disgusted by it, really, instead...
Well. Another kink has been unlocked. His dick jumps in his pants at the way Wolfwood moans, and the mess all over his face, and Ain doesn't have the braincells left to think "why is that hot, exactly". But it is. It is hot. He's pretty sure he must be doing something right, if Wolfwood's reaction was to climax all over his face.
Ain sits up. His eyes go to the cross sitting between Wolfwood's pectorals, still all puffy from where Ain was being maybe a little too enthusiastic about soft nibbles and sucking on the man... a wave of horny washes over him, and he quickly starts to undo his pants the rest of the way. These have to come off. He thinks he's going to die if they don't.]
Haha... mm, you should let me do that again some time.
[going to Hell even faster now]
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Date: 2024-02-13 10:16 pm (UTC)Wolfwood sags against the pillows, heaving as he fights to catch his breath while Ain is busy lapping up the cum dripping into his mouth from his face. It is....everywhere, because Wolfwood is pent up and has needed to cum either on or in a man for weeks now, so this is only sortof scratching that itch. He's still going as a matter of fact, a few last pumps working their way out of the tip as they waterfall over the shaft and down Ain's fingertips. Even as he's sitting up to admire his work, Wolfwood is still trembling in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss, looking back at Ain with his glasses comically askew.]
I...tried to warn you...
[But! Well! Now Ain's been given his first facial in his life, congrats, he's officially been christened as a gay man.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 11:44 pm (UTC)Right now, he's trying to swipe cum off of his face with his fingers. He looks down at his hand, and there is a Clear internal debate happening. Like. Wipe off? Put in mouth???]
Yeah...? I liked it. Haha, I know it wasn't that great, though, [ain he CAME ON YOUR FACE,] so I'll have to pull you aside to practice some time.
[Wolfwood has awakened a fucking monster. This man came out of the closet This Evening to him, and he's been nothing but a nuisance since. In a way, it's good. In another way, this is Ain heavily compartmentalizing, but we don't need to think of that while we're horny.
He Will have a mental breakdown about this later.]
You should take your glasses off. Aren't they getting in the way?
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Date: 2024-02-14 12:19 am (UTC)[It wasn't technically perfect, nor was it even technically an actual blowjob, but that doesn't mean it wasn't still great. Better than anything else Wolfwood has had in years, that's for damn sure. And now here they both are all of a sudden, completely naked? Like??? Wolfwood didn't expect it to get this far but, well...
He's not sure they can go back, at this point.
On Ain's suggestion, he'll reach up to tug the shades off his face with a heavy sigh, folding them up and setting them aside. It's Ain's first time seeing him without them. Seeing his eyes in general, deep and brown as they are.]
There. How's that?
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Date: 2024-02-14 02:38 am (UTC)[Ain, who has gotten most of the mess off of his face and has opted for ye olde "wipe your hands on the bed", is now climbing back to sit next to Wolfwood properly. This is the point where he sort of crosses his legs and tries to ignore how red and untouched his own dick looks.]
Why don't you ever let them be seen? Is it 'cause they're so pretty you could seduce half the town?
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Date: 2024-02-14 02:54 am (UTC)[Wolfwood is still...a bit too blissed out to move much, which is why he simply tilts his head to rest it on Ain's shoulder for a bit. Woof. If he wasn't still so horny, he could just go right to sleep.]
I didn't know you had that in you.
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Date: 2024-02-14 03:03 am (UTC)[Not because he didn't enjoy it, but because him having That in him is a whole other discovery. The bravery is wearing off, and Ain is yet again back to being just a little wiggly. A little nervously squirmy.]
I guess I could've warned you! But I liked... [wiggle wiggle sorry he's a bad pillow] ... putting my mouth all over you. Mmsorry if your chest is a little sensitive.
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Date: 2024-02-14 03:09 am (UTC)[Don't worry, if Ain wiggles around too much, Wolfwood will simply drag him into his lap. Problem solved!
...or, maybe problem made worse, since they're both Very Hard.
Oh yeah, Wolfwood is still hard, even after cumming like that. That's a thing-]
I liked havin' your mouth all over me.
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