dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[Wolfwood is soooo straight right now, lapping at Ain like that. You know, like a straight man would definitely do when presented with a penis. And oh, he is moaning about all of it, the way his ass is squeezed and the way Wolfwood laps at him. It's so cute... it's all so damn adorable, holy shit.

Deflowering kink is gonna kill him by the end of the night.]

You're so cute, baby... remember how I did it last time? Lick a little lower... you're doing so good.

[And god does he love that hand on his ass.]

[Does he remember? God, he’s so drunk he doesn’t even know. He looks up at Ain blearily yet does as he asks of him, licking down his length a bit lower all while tugging a little with his free hand at the bottom of that lace, as if to try to get it pulled down further than it already is. Let’s see…

He licks slowly up his length from base to tip, finding a vein and teasing it with the flat of his tongue. The tip catches underneath the ridge of the head before lathing over the top of it, across the slit and back down again before he manages to actually get the whole thing into his mouth proper, sucking the tip with no finesse whatsoever. But it is contact, it is stimulation, and what more can a guy ask for on this bitch if an earth truly-]

[What more can he ask for indeed... this is good enough, actually. Ain can't say he minds, really, when Wolfwood is both trying his best and actually getting the movements down and oh he is so horny, hi...

He twists around to grab the riding crop just real quick, and man, if lace weren't expensive he'd just rip these damn panties off and call it good, because they are stretched to the max around his thighs right now and he can't actually get fully seated on Wolfwood's face and. Ugh. Hold on, he's pulling his cock out of Wolfwood's mouth so he can take the underwear off, they're in the way. They're going to the floor and then Ain is seated right back where he was, putting his thighs around Wolfwood's head fully this time.]

Sorry, had to... keep going, love, it feels damn good.

[He will encourage Wolfwood taking him into his mouth again, sorry he had to pull out there but he neeeeeeds to suffocate you with his thighs real quick.]

[If Ain had any questions about how horny Wolfwood is right now, specifically for Ain and his dick, the moment he suddenly pulls himself out of his mouth is when Wolfwood whimpers like he took a piece of candy from his mouth. Like, what the fuck, he wasn't done with that. He's left looking at Ain longingly as he waits for him to come back, only now he's seated on his chest with his thighs around his head properly and ooooh my god-

The way he moans is filthy, ducking his head forward to take Ain into his mouth about halfway. He's never been able to fully deepthroat him, though he might just be drunk and stupid enough to try it if he gets too into it. He's already practically trembling with want now that Ain is sitting on his face, so anything can happen. He sucks on him deeply, cheeks hollowing as he runs his tongue incessantly over the underside of his head and shaft.]

[Ain swears to God that the last time they did this, he wasn't so swift to come undone. Granted... Wolfwood was taking his sweet-ass time then, and the experience was new and he was totally sober then. Some part of Ain wonders if he's ever going to lighten up when sober so they can do things, but.

Alas.

Can't focus on it now, though. Not when Wolfwood has Ain halfway in his mouth and Ain is trying not to pop Wolfwood's head like a grape. He pulses dangerously against the man's tongue, a moan caught on his lips when he tries to speak. One deep breath later, and Ain manages some form of English language here—]

Good boy... you're gonna make me cum like this, h-haha...

[But, you know, words are not enough. Words are not going to seal in how good Wolfwood is doing, and Ain is, as previously established, a big fan of positive reinforcement. With the riding crop in one of his hands, he lashes it across Wolfwood's side, reaching back to do so without compromising their current position. It's light, but it'll sting and leave a red mark for the next few hours.]

You'd look... s-so pretty with it all over your face...

[Make him cum, huh? Can he do that? It would be a huge ego trip if he could make Ain cum as hard as Ain has made him cum in the past.

....yeah. He's decided. He is going to make him cum.

The lash to his side makes Wolfwood yelp with Ain's cock still in his mouth, his eyes screwed shut for a moment. It's not a bad sound though, not remotely, because he's bucking his hips up at the empty air as it happens, leaking all down his front as he remains neglected in lieu of Ain getting sucked off. Which, honestly? That just makes him hotter. He's under his thumb, following his rules. He can only cum when Ain tells him to, and no sooner.

And when Ain comments on how pretty it will look all over his face? Well...his very much not sober mind takes that literally, immediately.

He tilts his head back, pulling off Ain with a thick sounding pop. Then, he opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out, inviting.]

[Wolfwood is about to learn that Ain is real easy, actually. For all his "I'm in charge, I'm the domme in this relationship, you listen to me" energy, he can and will come undone pretty damn quick if he likes someone enough. Wolfwood is doing such a good job for his second time, even if it's still sloppy and a bit uncoordinated. It's not toothy, it's far from bad...

And Wolfwood actually wanting to be came on gets Ain all sorts of excited in new ways, especially when he's riding so close to the edge and Wolfwood pulls off and opens his fucking mouth. Oh God, Ain might've moaned in denial a bit first, but seeing that? Yeah, no, he can't hide his surprise nor his sudden burst of horniness, gasping sharply at the whorish scene underneath him before—

Well, there was no way he was going to last like this. Ain tries to be quiet, even, slapping a hand over his mouth as he climaxes, streaking white across Wolfwood's face and nose and hair. Only some winds up in his mouth, and Ain has to control himself so that he doesn't rock his hips down into Wolfwood's face or go careening off the side of the bed.

He's practically sobbing through that orgasm, part of him mad that it could be so good from a drunk guy with self-image issues, part of him euphoric because it has been a while since he's climaxed so hard he's felt the need to muffle his own moaning.

In the end, he winds up having to flop over onto the other side of the bed for a minute. Give him... a second. Just one second. Maybe more.]

[Wow, okay. It sure is something being on this end, having someone cum all over you. If he were better at heterosexual sex, maybe he could have eaten a lady out and have had a similar experience, but oh well. There's still plenty of opportunity with Ain, because he sure only wants to fuck him right now. Funny how that works.

His eyes flutter half shut as Ain streaks white all over his face, one of his eyes eventually glued entirely shut as he feels cum dripping off his hair and down his face. What little bit does actually make it into his mouth gets licked inside promptly, swallowed before he licks his lips after, as if unable to get enough.

A far cry from the last time they slept together, that's for damn sure.

And the way Ain moans, god. He's still humping the air, wanting friction to satisfy himself but being left unable to find it. He can't even easily reach himself with his own hands...but he's honestly not sure he wants to.]

H-haha...fuck...

[Ain please don't die.]

How's....that?

[Why are you only gay when you're intoxicated aaaaaaaaa—

Ain rolls onto his side to face Wolfwood, reaching out with a hand to clean him off a little. He's not sorry, actually, but he feels a little bad that he nearly blinded the guy.]

That's the hardest I've climaxed in a long time, love. [And he should have whipped Wolfwood with the crop more but he was sort of occupied, y'know, covering him—] Good boy. I'll give you a treat if you keep up the good work.

Haaah...haah...a treat?

[He's still heavily drunk. He's slurring his words, yet he's coherent enough to tell what Ain is suggesting...and he is intrigued. And pretty smug about what he's just accomplished, all things considered.]

M'listenin'.

I still haven't decided what I wanna do with you, haha... I think I want to suck you off, though... maybe ride you for a bit. Haha, it's so hard to choose.

[Ain sits up on his elbow, then leans forward and kisses Wolfwood right on the lips. He does not care if he just came in this man's mouth.]

Unless you have any suggestions? I haven't even gotten your pants off yet. You must be really pent-up...

[Wolfwood kisses Ain back readily, hungrily even. He's keyed up to the nth degree, already desperate for more and they've only just started. He wants everything, all at once. He wants....he wants...

He ends up shaking his head a little, tilting his head towards Ain. He lets their heads rest together, noses brushing. It's oddly affectionate for a homophobic man.]

I jus' want you...whatever you want goes.

[It's so affectionate. For a moment, Ain's wish becomes Wolfwood saying something romantic, an "I love you" or something like that...

He is very quick to get up at that point, shoving that thought into the far corners of his mind. His cheeks are red, but that can, at least, be attributed to the sex.

Ain goes for Wolfwood's pants without much preamble.]

You know, if I had all the time in the world, we'd be doing everything. I think I gotta work you up to that point, though, ha...

[Wolfwood's pants and underwear get tossed off to the floor, and Ain shuffles between his thighs, kissing his bent knee and then down to his thighs, lower until he's forced to lie flat on his stomach.]

This for now, though. I really like giving head. You're allowed to fuck my mouth if you want.

[Don't confuse him Ain he's new to this—

Anyway, that's all the talking Wolfwood gets before Ain is eagerly licking the man from base to tip. Better ask all your questions before he gets into it because once Wolfwood is in his mouth he is not stopping.]

[Ughhhhh. Wolfwood follows every move Ain makes with rapt attention, groaning under his breath at the feeling of the kisses he presses to his legs, lower and lower still until he's just left with his impressive girth, again somehow existing despite the absurd amount of liquor he's consumed. He's not going to be really sobered up for a while either, so Ain has plenty of time to enjoy Wolfwood while he's still all pliant and floppy.

He gives a full body shudder, from head to toe, as Ain gets to it, immediately reaching a hand down to rest it on Ain's head. He cards his fingers through his hair encouragingly, panting through gritted teeth before giving up and just letting his mouth fall open.]

G-good,....cuz I like that...too...

[Oh good, hopefully Wolfwood and his huge-ass dick know when to start the facefucking, because Ain is going to shut up now and let autopilot kick in. If Wolfwood fails to move his hips that's on him—

It's largely the same as he always does. Ain loves to tease first and foremost, treating Wolfwood like he's more candy than man right now. Licking from base to tip, gliding his tongue across the slit and the glans and then back down, lathing his tongue around the shaft. The entire time, Ain is moaning whorishly, eyes fluttering shut with every motion.

Wolfwood probably hasn't gotten head from someone who enjoys it as much as Ain does. You can't pay for an experience like this (and Wolfwood isn't, actually). Ain is making his enjoyment known, especially when he takes the head into his mouth, sucking in earnest as he bobs his head and travels further down Wolfwood's length.

...

And then he stops. He's not moving at all once he works his way to the base, cracking his eyes open after a second to gaze up at Wolfwood.]

[Wolfwood has never met anyone, man or woman, who is as into giving head as Ain is. Period. It's almost comical how much he's clearly enjoying himself, and lo and behold that just makes the experience...better, for Wolfwood. Genuinely. Wild how many times this man gets to go through experiencing what healthy habits with a partner end up doing for your brain chemicals. Because he finds himself not just seeking pleasure from Ain, but wanting to pleasure Ain at the same time.

And what is the one thing he's getting the most pleasure from, right now?

...when Ain stops, he groans with denial, shifting his hips up slightly as if to push them deeper into his mouth. Then, when he realizes exactly the effect that produces...even his liquor-addled brain can rub two braincells together hard enough to figure out what it is Ain is asking him to do.

So. He sits forward a little, just enough to have some balance as he places his hands on either side of Ain's head, fingers thread through his hair for purchase. Only then does he start to move on his own, bucking his hips into Ain's mouth. Properly facefucking him, starting off at an uneven, staggered pace before he falls into a proper rhythm with it.

Let's just hope Ain can deepthroat, because Wolfwood is not in a state of mind to be mindful of how deep he's actually going.]

[Implying Ain can't deepthroat... no, no no, he loves deepthroating, and he will show off that he can while Wolfwood is fucking deep into his mouth. Ain grips his thighs for purchase, massaging the skin with his thumbs while letting Wolfwood do the work.

And, to be fair, it feels damn incredible to Ain. Ain wants to facefuck Wolfwood, but he's trying not to kill him, so jot that down on the books for later on when the man actually gets used to gay sex (source needed). His eyes flutter shut, and he simply allows the thrusts as they come, moaning deep and loud around Wolfwood.

It's so hot. Dammit, it's so fucking hot, and Ain can't help but give his approval in the form of a few riding crop whacks to the thighs. It's hard to reach at this angle, but if he grips it near the crop part, it's a little easier. Wolfwood gets a lash each time he thrusts real deep, and Ain groans around him at the same time.]

[It's a feedback loop. Every time Ain whips him with the crop, Wolfwood jolts and thrusts into him even harder. He moans as it happens, the sound catching, strangling itself in the back of his throat. He doesn't want to hurt Ain, of course...but he's also still very, very drunk, and is not taking great care to be super careful with what he's doing, here. It's a good thing that Ain is actually experienced in sex, because there's a good chance Wolfwood could just break his neck like a toothpick if he isn't careful.

But he can't stop now. He couldn't even if he wanted to. If Ain asked him to stop he would, but that's the only time. Right now, he wants to cram his dick as far back into the furthest reaches of his throat that he can, until he can't think about anything else but that tight, wet heat around his length.

The sounds he makes indicate that he's trying his damnest to say something, but all that come out are aborted attempts at Ain's names, huffing moans and growls of pleasure as the head of his cock rams into the back of his throat over and over. And when he feels that peak beginning to come...

He still doesn't stop. If Ain wants him off, he has a few precious seconds to intervene.]

[Wolfwood does not live in the universe where Ain would ever say "stop there and climax somewhere not my throat, thanks". Wolfwood lives in the universe where Ain is a whore who desperately wants to be came in and on, and god dammit this is his favourite part.

He presses his tongue flat against the underside of his partner so there's a little more of a squeeze there, not like a mouth isn't tight anyway, but it's a practised art keeping his teeth away while his tongue simulates that pressure. But no, Ain is not pulling away, Ain is not saying no, Ain is definitely not telling Wolfwood to go climax somewhere else.

He is moaning, he is lashing the backs of Wolfwood's thighs with that riding crop, and he is absolutely going to encourage Wolfwood to spill down his throat so he can swallow it all like the whore he is.]

[Careful what you wish for, Ain. This guy is pent up and wanting, and now that it's been made clear that Ain doesn't want him going anywhere? You'd best believe Wolfwood is going to fuck his face within an inch of his life, thank you very much. He will, at least, have the decency to help hold Ain's head still as he moves so he isn't being jolted back and forth too hard, but...you know. Can only be so successful there.

Ain is SO good at what he does, too, that Wolfwood wouldn't have stood a chance. He lets out a growl that's downright feral, no longer caring about the noise (though really, Wolfwood wasn't paying attention to begin with, sorry neighbors) as the bed creaks ominously underneath them, just barely managing to keep itself upright under their combined weights bearing down on it. In the end, he doesn't last long at all. This whole thing probably was just a few minutes if that, but...he's improving slowly. Ain will have trained this man to have better stamina before too long, mark my words.

It's with the way Ain makes the fit all the tighter that Wolfwood hits his peak like a runaway train, digging his nails into Ain's scalp as he thrusts into his mouth so hard that he swears he can see the head of his cock pressing through his throat. He stills in orgasm, pumping his seed directly down the back of Ain's throat before he starts to move again, pulling back a fraction at a time to ride the waves of pleasure threatening to sweep him away.]

[This is Ain's favourite part, is the one where the man comes undone and he gets held in place to swallow it. No that isn't very "top" of him let him do his thing, okay.

Wolfwood will know that Ain is enjoying it by the way he moans, hastily swallowing down every bit as it slides down his throat. He doesn't gag, doesn't choke, doesn't do any of those things that someone without experience would do. He simply takes, and takes, and then when Wolfwood finishes Ain sits there for another moment with his cock still in his mouth just to be sure.

Only then, with his face red and himself much harder than he's been all night so far, does Ain slide away with a wet "pop", only to drape himself across Wolfwood and lay his head on his chest, content as a cat.

Ignore the hardon that's fine you'll need a break after that love—]

[If Wolfwood were less drunk than he is, he would be openly commenting on how damn impressed he is that Ain was able to do all of that without just...dying? Like what the hell, man. He's pretty sure he would have suffocated, and that's not even considering he'd actually make it to having a cock full-on down his throat, much less having someone cum down it like that. Suffice to say, he's been made a very satisfied customer, and he didn't even have to pay anything.

It's going to definitely take him a while to come down from it too, still trembling with the aftershocks from that orgasm, so he'll be just as boneless alongside Ain when he pulls off of him and lays across his chest, leaving Wolfwood feeling oversensitive yet content all at the same time.

And yes, he can feel Ain's erection against his inner thigh, but that's fine. They'll sort that out in a bit.

For right now...Wolfwood reaches out and wraps his arms around Ain, still laying prone on the bed in no doubt an improper way since they can never lay in a bed normally in these psls, tugging Ain up just a little bit more so he can rest his chin on top of his head.]

H...holy shit...

Haha... [look whose voice is all hoarse it's Ain's,] you did a good job.

[Kisses Wolfwood's titty... squashes his face into them. He loves the titty.]

I'm glad... you're really good in bed, you know. [If only he'd loosen up when he's sober.] I really... really like sleeping with you. Consider this one free of charge, even though I think you already know that.

[Twirling the leash around his fingers... kiss titty again.]

[If only! Maybe loosening up is something that can happen, if Ain works at it hard enough. Just gotta beat this man into shape with those wide hips and long lashes of yours.

For now, he's still struggling to catch his breath in the wake of all of that, flashing a lopsided smirk at the way Ain kisses his chest.]

'd be kinda cruel to make me pay ya now, wouldn' it?

[The funny thing is, Ain probably could get away with it and Wolfwood just...would not remember in the blackout hangover he is surely going to have when the night ends.]

Yeah, I dunno, I've sort of given up on taking your money.

[Anyone else, though... well, Wolfwood has seen it.]

I like...

[hhhh. Ain nervously fidgets, drawing nonsense patterns into Wolfwood's chest. His face grows hot, but lucky (or unlucky) him, Wolfwood probably won't remember any of this. That's great, that makes Ain feel both better and worse. Only wanted when Wolfwood is drunk, sort-of kind-of appreciated when Wolfwood is sober. They need to split up, and Ain is out here clinging to the idea of him instead.]

...I like you. You can stick around for... for however long you want.

[What a terrible fucking idea.]

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