dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

Tch. Sleep like th'dead, you mean...

[His breath hitches softly at the little nip, prompting him to squirm just slightly underneath Ain. Oof. Ooh. He really likes that. Please bite him more actually, he doesn't mind.

Growling...growling under his breath.]

[Ohh growling? Growl for Ain??]

Haha... I didn't want to leave marks so I could spare you some questions, but it looks like you liked that! I can leave lots of marks all over you, if you want.

[And then he's back to biting, like, hey. Do you want hickeys? You're gonna get them—]

Nnh...just...be careful with 'em, yeah...

[Like, he DOES want to be mindful so people aren't like "lmao uh", but if anything he can just tell them he had wild sex with a woman and they'd look at him and nod like yep that tracks.

Right now, though? In this moment? Fuck if he cares, because he still hasn't fallen off the high he's been riding ever since they started, and he's hoping it won't stop any time soon. It's why he's allowing Ain to bite him at all, tilting his head a bit to one side even to facilitate more of it.

All while, in turn, his nails bite into the backs of Ain's shoulders a little when he nips somewhere particularly sensitive. You know, just a tiny bit of claws there.]

[Ooh, claws down his back? Yes please, Ain will reward Wolfwood with a playful rock of his hips at that as he drags those kisses and bites downwards, to his collarbone and chest, where love-bites can be more easily hidden. He's not shy about these sorts of things, he will leave hickeys all over Wolfwood's pecs, he doesn't even care. Those are for him to poke later when they're on the road.]

I like your nails on my back like that, [he says, just to make sure Wolfwood has the right idea.] Make sure to dig them in deep and leave marks, okay? If my shirt doesn't sting to put on in the morning, it's not hard enough.

Yeah? You want more?

[He could just immediately go in with his nails, but...he decides to apply just a bit more pressure at first. He'll wait to give Ain a real taste of his nails if- and only if- Ain is able to make him completely lose his mind showing him where the prostate is. So.

Good luck, Ain. It shouldn't be that hard, let's be real here.]

So....you like pain too.

[He adds in an undertone, pressing his lips again to a space between Ain's neck and shoulder, occasionally having to stop to suck in a startled breath whenever Ain kisses his chest because Jesus Christ.]

I do, haha... you can provide for me, can't you?

[He'll take that pressure, though, with a little grunt. He's glad to see Wolfwood finally reciprocating, if anything. Not that the first time was bad by a long shot, but Wolfwood was drunk and shy and didn't know what he was doing. Getting a blowjob, however clumsy, has made Ain's entire night.

...where is his riding crop, hold on, he's gonna shuffle away for a second to grab it. This is a surprise tool for later (it's not a surprise tool, Wolfwood knows exactly what it's used for).

Shuffling back... Ain kisses his way down Wolfwood's body now, stopping to trace scars with his lips and tongue, to bite where he can, to leave bruises in the shape of his teeth all the way down. Wolfwood is muscular, but that just gives him more places to put his teeth and bite. It's been a while since he's licked a man all the way across his abs and to his navel, that's for sure.]

You have a very kissable body, you know. I can't believe no one's bothered to snatch you up yet.

[Moves down.

Bites Wolfwood's inner thigh.

God he loves man thigh.]

[Oh that’s easy to answer, it’s because of his personality-

He doesn’t say that, of course, because right now he’s distracted by Ain’s singular goal to bite every spare inch of his skin that he can find, it seems. Couple that with watching him pause just to grab the riding crop, and Wolfwood is pretty sure he’s back to half hardness already. He’s never, ever, participated in sex this involved, nor this kinky, and it is doing things to him man. It is steadily altering his brain chemistry, he’s pretty sure.]

F-uck-

[He hiccups on a moan, his hips canting upward suddenly at the way Ain bites his thigh, a place he never would have imagined someone would touch, much less put their mouths on like that. And the scars are still everywhere all over his body of course, even down his legs in a few places, albeit more sparingly.]

Sp…speak for yourself…

[He didn’t just mean Ain was a tall drink of water figuratively, after all.]

[Wolfwood will feel Ain smirking against his skin, if he doesn't bother to look down that is.]

Oh? When do I get to have you kiss me all over, huh?

[Ain could spend all day between these thighs meanwhile, but they do need to sleep at some point so they can get up in the morning. He imagines Wolfwood's going to be a little more than sore but hey! He wants to get railed and Ain wants to rail him and they are not going to be convinced otherwise at this point.

He's glad that his little kisses and bites have gotten Wolfwood hard again, though. There's one more kiss over the bruise he just left on Wolfwood's inner thigh, and then Ain leans over to reach for the oil, uncorking the bottle to lubricate his fingers with it.]

Okay, love, this will feel strange at first. Just bear with me and focus on my mouth instead.

["Hey Ain what does that mean" well that means Wolfwood is going to get head while he's fingering the man, as a distraction from the strangeness of having something shoved up his ass. It's a slow start, one finger and only maybe half the digit... and then Ain lapping at the head of Wolfwood's dick.

Don't worry, he's training your brain into not being completely uncomfortable—]

[Oooh my gooOOODDD

Ain you are truly talented. To be able to not only blow a man but focus enough to finger him at the same time? Wolfwood could never. Or, at least, he could never currently. Maybe when he’s had a little bit more practice, he’ll get there.

For right now, though? He isn’t expecting what Ain does next at all. A startled groan strangles itself in the back of his throat, his body arching up out of reflex into the contact. He remembers well how it felt to be blown the first time, despite being out of his mind drunk at the time. Now, he’s even more present for it than he was before, and it’s driving him insane pretty much immediately.]

Ha-…haaah…shit-

[Genuinely, the guy doesn’t even notice Ain started fingering him at first. He’s too focused on dick in mouth, dick in boy mouth, boy pretty, mouth warm, hhhh. But that, unfortunately that’s only going to actually work for him for so long. It hits his brain soon enough that something weird is going on down there, and almost immediately he tenses up a little, his body trying to prevent anything foreign from going in any further.]

[It's because Ain is what the church would call a sexual deviant. He has two hands and a mouth and they will all be used, what kind of chaos entity would he be if he couldn't give mad head and fingerblast a man at the same time?

His free hand, speaking of having two hands, rubs along Wolfwood's thigh and hip, trying to soothe him.]

Relax, love... don't tense so much, okay?

[Soothing thigh rubs... slightly less soothing blowjob... you know, he can't blame Wolfwood for tensing up at all either way, he's got too many sensations down here and Ain is Not Helping with that.

He's not going to deepthroat or anything like that until Wolfwood is far more relaxed, but he will go back to those kitten-licks and light sucks to the head.]

M’tryin’…

[He really is, he thinks. It’s a lot harder to not tense up when so many sensations are happening all at once, it’s true. He can’t figure out what to focus on when, and how to stop himself from reacting reflexively when he wants to try to relax instead.

The only other thing he knows to do is to try to take a couple deep breaths, in and out, his eyes fluttering half shut as he focuses on the feeling of Ain licking him like he is now. He’s reminded that he could easily just cum like this if he isn’t careful, so he can’t let himself relax TOO awfully much, but…

Maybe Ain will appreciate the hand that’s somehow found its way into his hair, fisting it now for something to hold onto.]

[Ain does love a hand in his hair, it's true. It's encouraging, to say the least; Wolfwood pulls on his curls and Ain moans lightly about it. His hands stay where they are, do what they're doing... when he feels like Wolfwood might not die immediately, Ain slides his index finger in deeper, to the knuckle, and pops his mouth off of his partner for now.

He's already testing the guy by asking him to cum twice in one night, better not risk blueballing himself in case Wolfwood climaxes from this and then rolls over and dies for the next 8 hours.

There's a deliberate curl of Ain's finger while he searches for The Spot™ he mentioned to Wolfwood earlier. Yeah, he's stretching him, but he's also going to edge him a little. What's the harm in it?]

[For the first moment of Ain fingering him, he...kindof hates it, he's going to be honest. It's not comfortable at all, even with the oil keeping things lubricated. It's an aching burn that's nothing short of unpleasant, his teeth grit behind his lips as he finds himself wondering just what the hell the fuss is about. He can feel himself softening the more Ain pokes around, because of how uncomfortable it is, and there's a moment where he almost asks him to stop. Almost.

Fortunately even though he was not raised, he wasn't raised a quitter. He holds out for a bit longer, no longer able to rely on Ain sucking him off as a distraction, growling and hissing with pain as Ain goes. He'll curl his finger here, rub at his inner walls there, but...nothing.

But when it finally does happen? It happens. It fucking happens.

Ain hits his prostate with the pad of his finger, and Wolfwood feels a jolt of pleasure so sudden and violent that his body reacts before his brain does. His cock jumps visibly, his hips buck upwards against Ain's hand, and he dribbles enough precum that it leaves his cock glistening in the lamp light. He's panting heavily in the few seconds that followed, genuinely wondering if he came just then.]

Th...wh...

[Oh he loves theoretical virgins so much. Hello? Hello, hi.]

There it is. See? I told you...

[This is why he stopped sucking, actually, because he's pretty sure Wolfwood would have just came on his face the second Ain touched that spot. Not that he'd complain! But Wolfwood needs to be awake and not crash and burn early.

Ain keeps massaging that spot once he's found it, careful to not prompt an early orgasm if he can help it, but he sure isn't focused on the act of stretching now. He'll give Wolfwood another few minutes of this before he even dares to try a second finger, and when he does, it's slow as hell and riddled with kisses all over Wolfwood's thigh again. He's sorry, he knows it sucks, bear with it because the end is well worth it. Eventually you'll love getting fingered trust him—]

[Ain is 100% correct in his assumption, Wolfwood would have simply cum right then and there with no holds barred and then they would have had to continue this another time, sad. Thankfully that is not what ends up happening, and instead Ain ends up properly edging him in a way that- genuinely- makes Wolfwood cry out so loudly that if they weren't in a desert, he'd be afraid someone could hear him.

A string of expletives falls from his lips like water as Ain teases him and works him over, leaving him feeling like he's going insane, but...in a good way, weirdly? Like he's out of control, but he feels safe because Ain has his reigns and is keeping them protected.

It's just safe.]

Ai-Ain...Ain, shit-

[Turns out relationships are about being safe and loving and not doing wild shit without considering your partner, wild how that works. Wild how all of Ain's morals are in line unless it's about stealing, oops. Anyway...]

I know, love, I know... the payoff will be worth it, trust me. Steady breaths...

[Kisskiss... and he will lift himself up and kiss across Wolfwood's cheek and neck and jaw and anywhere else he can feasibly put his lips as a distraction. His fingers continue to move, finally less focused on the prostate stimulation and more on the actual job he's supposed to be doing, though there are times where he brushes that spot just to keep things interesting. It really is a full-on edge at this point, with Ain backing off when he senses that Wolfwood might be getting a little too close there and slowing the movements of his fingers.

He's not going to make Wolfwood take only two, though. He doesn't have experience like Ain does where Ain can basically get away with a little prep and a lot of lube. He's going to need that extra help, so... after a while of this, too, he stops to re-lubricate his fingers and goes for the third one. He's so sorry honey it's gonna suck for a minute, kisskisskiss.]

[He truly is goin' through it right now. Going through it in a good way, mind, but hoooly fucking shit he thinks he might just die before this is alll over-

With a shaky nod, Wolfwood tries to keep hanging on. When he isn't being edged within an inch of his life, it feels like Ain's fingers are going to split him open from end to end. The kisses do help distract him, granted, prompting Wolfwood to try to tilt his head in a way so that he can kiss Ain back. He needs your lips on his right now please, thank you-

He is rapidly deteriorating beyond the point of words. All Wolfwood knows is pleasure, and the mad, animalistic dash towards achieving climax. It's no wonder that he really is dragging his claws down Ain's back in earnest now, drawing angry red lines across his shoulderblades and spine as he chokes out another near-sob of a moan.

...which only worsens when he shifts from one finger to three, and oh- boy- if he thought he was just going to die in this wagon before? He REALLY thinks he's going to now.]

M'- M'gonna break-- I can't- h-hey, I can't take that much-!

[Well, Wolfwood said "no", not in those exact words but that's still a "hey stop it", so. Ain, without even blinking, retracts his hand fully and then sort of just lays on top of Wolfwood, kissing along his jaw. He's sorry baby.]

Okay. You don't have to. A dick is a lot bigger than just fingers, so that's the only reason I was doing that.

[Kisskisskiss... nuzzles into Wolfwood's neck.]

I don't wanna hurt you. Mm... sorry that it was too much, though.

[Ain stops. He stops so suddenly, in fact, that Wolfwood feels his entire lower half clench with denial, causing him to wheeze on a whimper as he presses his fingers hard into the backs of Ain's shoulderblades. It takes him a moment to speak again, taking a few shaky, slow breaths...

Come on, Wolfwood. You're fine. You've handled so much worse.]

...no, I. I'm fine. I just...

[Got scared for a sec-]

Try again. Just...a little slower.

[Kiss kiss...]

Calm down a bit first. You're shaking.

[He uses his not-gross hand to rub circles into Wolfwood's hip. Wouldn't want to like, cover him in oil... that's not what they're doing tonight.]

I'm not trying to hurt you. Your first time always hurts a lot, though... it hurts for anyone, I think, but especially if you're doing anal. Let's take some deep breaths first before we try again, just real quick?

Deep breaths...uh huh....

[He swallows thickly, letting Ain's soft voice encourage him. Deep breath in, deep exhale out.

After a moment of this, his head drops heavily against Ain's shoulder. It takes him a good minute to find his words.]

...so I ain't...doin' this wrong?

[He's learned that he's terrible at sex. He's been wondering if maybe he's just Bad at it, and never knew until now that he was.]

Babe...

[Ain's poor straight boy!!!]

No, no, you're actually having a normal reaction to it. My first time, I cried. I like pain, but only so much. It's really uncomfortable when you're not used to it. I promise you that you're doing just fine. It's why I'm steering the ship... or, wagon, I guess.

[Deep breaths. Ain places a much gentler kiss against Wolfwood's temple.]

Anyone would have this reaction. That's why I keep telling you to tell me if you need to stop at all, 'cause sometimes people don't want to continue after that point. That's okay, too.

[I mean, let's be honest with ourselves, Wolfwood is probably saving his crying for after they're done. Right now he's too full of adrenaline and toxic masculine pride(tm) to cry, so it's only a matter of time. Not that even he knows this when he's spending every iota of his energy trying to do this "right".

...Ain's reassurance helps, more than anything. Ain kisses him and it feels genuinely loving in a way he feels like he doesn't deserve, knowing what his plans are (plans that he'd completely pushed to the wayside, nearly forgotten in their night of passion). It prompts him to lean in closer, gently bumping their heads together like he's an irritable cat trying to figure out what affection is like.]

...I wanna. Just...takin' a bit for me t'get used to, I guess. I don't really wanna just stop when we've gone this far.

[Ain, too, has sort of forgotten about his own plans... not a good look for him right now, but he's not thinking about it! Not right now, anyway. Regardless, Wolfwood's statement makes him sort of just... laugh. Not because he's making fun of him, but because he's genuinely feeling all warm all of a sudden.]

I get it. But there's no hard feelings if you need to. There are lots of ways to get off without me fucking you.

[He pushes Wolfwood's hair back behind his ear.]

If you still want to try, we can. Just tell me if you want to go back to it, or if you want to change it up. I can be as slow as you need.

[...

As Ain pushes his hair behind his ear for him, Wolfwood takes that same moment to look Ain in the eye properly for what feels like the first time since they started fucking around. His eyes are still as pretty now as they were the first time they met, and Wolfwood thought "what does this man have such pretty eyes for?" The way the lamplight dances in them makes his heart ache.

It's what makes Wolfwood lean in to kiss his lips, gently, briefly interrupting their conversation. He'll keep kissing for a moment or two before drawing back just a fraction, still close enough that their breath mingles.]

You can keep goin' like you were. I'll be okay.

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