dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

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Ain is going to sidestep and let Wolfwood collide with a wall. Maybe it'll knock some sense into him.]

Well, if you wanted that, the front is back that way. The girls there will help set you up with someone who will...

...tolerate you.

[Wow.]

Or are you planning to just grab a random woman and drag her off? You can't even walk right now, so I doubt you can get it up.

[Oops! Well, in that case, that is exactly what happens. He walks face first into that wall and because I rolled a fucking nat 20 on how badly he runs into it, he just. He doesn't stop walking?

He just barrels into it like he didn't see it, somehow, and it's enough to knock him flat on his ass. Everyone is free to point and laugh.

Cursing, Wolfwood struggles up into a sitting position, blood dripping from his nose. Sexy.]

Shut th'fuckup...you don' know...you're man.

[Man. A man.]

I bet I coul' fuck that stupid smirk off yer stupid face. Ugh...

[Looks over at his temporary friends and just shakes his head. Do not help this man, he's got it. Aka he is Dragging Wolfwood to his feet and ushering him upstairs and into a room before he can make further chaos, at which point he's going to sit his ass down on the bed and stuff tissues into his nose to stop the bleeding.]

Really. You, the so-called straight man, are going to fuck me so hard I stop giving you shit? Why don't you sit down and calm down for a second, and then we'll talk.

[Like, stop bleeding everywhere first—]

[It's even more sad when you realize the reason he's so drunk is because he's been trying to forget how all of Ain's talk before, when he thought he was a woman, made him feel. Because he did like it. He wanted...more of it. But apparently, admitting that is akin to eating glass, so he decided to drink instead.

...well, it didn't help him feel any better. If nothing else, all it's helped him do is make more of an ass of himself.

He allows Ain to drag him upstairs- more like he has no choice- leaning heavily against his side until he manages to get him up into one of the bedrooms. He's not bleeding too badly thankfully, just bashed his nose in real good. It didn't sober him up, exactly, but it did wake him up a little if nothing else.]

Yer jus' scared I'll fuck you and you'll like it.

You're projecting. You're scared you're going to have sex with me and realise you're so deep in the closet you've hit the east coast.

Do you even know the first thing about this? Are you going to try to stick it in dry??

[Wolfwood makes an offended noise, swinging his head around to glare at Ain...a little too fast, ough.]

D'ya think I stick it in dry with women??

Do you think assholes work the same way? Have you even— ugh.

[Nevermind. Wolfwood is too drunk for this conversation. Ain will simply tend to him until his nose stops bleeding, throw away the tissues...

...hike his skirts up and straddle Wolfwood's hips.]

You're a damn fine face with a mouth that loves to run. Lucky you, I like taming your kind. I'll show you how to fuck good, if you promise me to stop making an ass of yourself.

[Haha, guess who has never done anything with anal, this guy. Like, it's very likely he's rarely ventured too far outside of his comfort zone. He's done more than just missionary, he's not THAT boring, but...he's never done any kind of kinky shit. Nothing super out of the ordinary, just...what gets the job done. Suffice it to say he has no clue what gay men get up to in bed, though he can hazard a guess, considering there's really only one way they could do it.

He opens his mouth, ready to retort, when suddenly he has an Ain in his lap. It causes him to startle and sputter, and for a moment it seems like he's going to recoil, only to realize he's too unsteady to do more than lean back a bit.

Ugh. This is awful. He should have a woman in his lap, not a man...but honestly, he is so drunk that it's kindof easy to let the lines blur in his mind, considering the kind of build Ain has. He's wearing a skirt, makeup, he's lithe of frame and has huge hips and thighs. He may not have tits, but that's true of a lot of other women, so it's not exactly a dealbreaker.

He huffs. He also still has a job to do, even if he is fucking drunk about it.]

Whas' the catch.

You're paying me, since I am a sex worker. You're still going to pay me even if you decide midway through you don't like it, at least for half my time.

Oh, and we're doing foreplay. Something tells me you don't do much beyond kissing.

[He's going to stop real quick and take that holster off his thigh... Okay, good now. Now that that's just sitting out in the bedside table...

Ain presses the curve of his ass right against Wolfwood's dick. Hello, cowboy.]

Look at you... packing something like that and letting it go to waste because you don't know the first thing about pleasure and love. I'm gonna set you right.

[For a fee.]

[Fine. That's fine. He's used to paying for sex, so that's not something he's going to complain about. But that's...about as far as he gets, mentally, because he has no idea what to expect here. As much as Wolfwood likes to talk a big game, Ain is right; he doesn't really know the first thing about foreplay, at least foreplay that isn't just some basic bitch kissing before he gets impatient and just whips his dick out. Always lovely for the ladies who definitely haven't been faking their orgasms for him this entire time just so they can get their paychecks and leave.

He eyes Ain as he takes off his gun, which Wolfwood wasn't even aware he had until now. Women don't carry guns like that on them most of the time, so it's just one extra thing to remind him "oh, this is a guy you're about to sleep with", at least until he remembers he's wearing a dress, and has makeup, and etc etc whatever else he needs to tell himself.

...and that ass. Oooooh, his ass. It's so round and plump and slots against the curve of his clothed dick easily, causing him to exhale on a growling breath.]

Tch...yeah. Think I can't please women now?

Honey, I've slept with all sorts of men, big and small. The size of your cock doesn't necessarily mean you can pleasure anybody.

[But he is rubbing his ass all against Wolfwood now. He hasn't yet taken his shoes off; who knows, he might need to step on the man later if he acts up. We'll See. For now, Ain leans forward and ghosts his lips over Wolfwood's.]

Show me what you got, honey.

[Wolfwood sucks in a breath through his teeth, with Ain just centimeters from him now. There's still a bit of a mental block in his way, even WITH all of the alcohol running through his veins. He's angry, frustrated...and acting much like a petulant child who wants to prove he's as good as he says he is. He doesn't want to be bested by another man, which somehow makes it all the more egregious. The masculinity...it is SO toxic here, I'm afraid. It's going to take some...unlearning for sure to straighten him out. Or, rather, to do the opposite.

But...at least kissing he can do. He does have experience in this. So...as long as he focuses on his lips, and the subtle aroma of his lipgloss mingled with beer, he can keep his eyes closed and imagine he's kissing a woman. That's what he tells himself, at least, as he closes the gap and seals their lips together, very briefly skating his tongue across Ain's bottom lip as he does.]

[Oh, there we go, so he does know how to kiss, at least. Ain senses the hesitation, of course; doing what he does for a living (not the stealing, the rest of it) you get used to the hesitation. The weirdness. The "I don't think I'm actually gay" and the internalized (or very externalized) homophobia. Wolfwood is clearly faking it till he makes it, and Ain, for as much as he wants to fuck with the guy and get him to yield... isn't mean enough to force him into stuff. If he gets uncomfortable, Ain will stop. Simple.

Of course, right now, his lower lip is being licked, and Ain is enthusiastic about returning it. He pulls Wolfwood into a much more passionate liplock, threading his fingers with the man's hair and opening his mouth.

...

He isn't going to be completely submissive here, though. For every lick Wolfwood delivers, Ain laps back, licking his way into Wolfwood's mouth with a fervour. He tastes like liquor in stark contrast to Ain's fruity lipgloss. It's nothing he hasn't tasted before, but on a man like this, it's almost pleasant.]

So you do know how to kiss.

[And then Ain bites Wolfwood's lower lip. Hey.]

[Knowing how to kiss is maybe his one redeeming quality, other than...idk, being pretty. His attitude needs work. A lot of him needs work, actually. But as long as this whole tryst stays between him and God...whatever. It's fine. He's doing this because he has a job to do, and he will very likely be hanged for his efforts if he doesn't, or mowed down by a firing squad, or god knows what other kind of punishment his boss is feeling on that particular day.

The kiss...is fine. More than fine, actually. It's pretty...damn good, and the way Ain licks his way into his mouth makes his cock twitch in his pants. He huffs over this, brows furrowing until he can't hold back any longer and has to put his hands on Ain's hips for purchase, both for someplace to put them and so he will feel less like he's about to fall over.]

...woul' be better if you shut up.

[He mumbles with a hiss after that bite, slurred against Ain's lips. Stop talking you're ruining it--]

[Rolling his eyes... but sure. Sure, baby, he'll shut up, just for you, so that you can get your heterosexual card revoked.

Wolfwood is cute, though, he has to admit. The way his cock twitches right against Ain's ass? Divine, truly. Wolfwood's reward for what is ostensibly a normal bodily reaction is to rock his hips again, letting the lace underneath his skirts tickle against Wolfwood's pants.

They can only make out for so long before Wolfwood inevitably gets bored, though, and so Ain breaks their kiss after a minute, trailing down to Wolfwood's neck. Light, teasing, fluttering... he won't suck hickeys anywhere visible, but he is absolutely going to hide them underneath his shirt collar. It's easy enough to access, since Wolfwood's shirt is constantly open, and Ain's hands are already fanning underneath it.

Oh, he's wanted to touch this chest all evening. Ain isn't shy about his groping and feeling, nor is he shy about the way he trails playful little lines into Wolfwood's skin, nor is he shy about rubbing his thumbs over the man's nipples. Does he like that? You know, he'd ask, but he was told to shut up, so he supposes he'll just give Wolfwood a hickey instead—]

[If Wolfwood were any less drunk, he might be embarrassed by the fact that his pants are absolutely tented right now. In fact, they have been ever since the bar, ever since Ain started teasing him with fantasies that he's too insecure to allow himself to entertain. Yet...he's still thinking of them now as they kiss, as he feels his thighs tremble as he rocks his hips up into the roll of Ain's, once more imagining that it's one of the whores from downstairs sitting pretty in his lap, her lips marching seductively down his neck. Nothing too crazy. Nothing that outside of the norm.

...until Ain decides to get to his chest. Until he unceremoniously touches his nipples, a place he's never ever been touched before because no woman has ever made it that far before he needed to get his dick wet. He sucks in a startled breath and arches his back away from the touch out of reflex, but he's so drunk that just that much movement is enough to make him dizzy, prompting him to fall back forward against Ain.]

U-..uuhnhh....

Oh—

[He laughs softly as Wolfwood falls forward, moving his hands for now and propping them onto the man's shoulders. It's here that Ain pushes Wolfwood back onto the bed so that he doesn't, you know, fall off of it.

Enjoy the view! Or don't, since your eyes are closed.]

You're too drunk to sit up properly. Here, lay down.

[And, because he felt Wolfwood pull away from his wandering hands...]

Did you not like how I was touching you? You can say "no" if you don't like something.

[I mean, keeping his eyes closed only works for as long as he remembers to keep doing it, and this man is...inebriated, so his eyes have already opened back up again the moment Ain pushes him down onto the bed. Another thing he might protest normally because idk something something top, but he simply doesn't have it in him right now. Instead, he just falls back onto the mattress, finding himself grateful for its softness after having run face-first into the wall like a moron earlier.

Anyway. How to answer........that.]

Felt...weird.

[Not a bad weird, judging by the fact his chaps are very much tented still. But, weird.]

Haha... I'm sure it did.

[Now he's behaving.]

You're being a good boy. Here. [And Ain scoots down, sort of pushing Wolfwood further up onto the bed. He's lying horizontally across it, but that's fine. It's a big bed.] For as much as you were being a brat earlier, I'm not out to do something you don't like, so you have to tell me if something is too much.

[He's back to kissing along Wolfwood's neck after that, though, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt as he goes. His lips trail lower, to Wolfwood's collarbone, kissing down to his chest... to his nipples, again, licking across the sensitive nub.

Someone please show this man actual pleasure, Ain thinks Wolfwood might be dying of toxic masculinity syndrome.]

[The sad thing is, Wolfwood is so far in the toxic man hole that he's never known pleasure that hasn't been dick-in-hole related. He's kissed, had a little bit of kissing done to his skin and vice versa, but otherwise...that's as far as the foreplay goes. Ain's doing a good thing here by putting his comfort first, despite how awful Wolfwood has been to him so far. He's been homophobic and aggressive since they met, so...truly, it's not like he's done much to earn Ain's care and respect. Maybe it'd mean more to him if he weren't so drunk. Who can say.

Right now, he doesn't think to say anything, because he's too preoccupied by having his neck kissed. His breath hitches as he feels Ain's soft lips make their way down his neck, pulling his shirt the rest of the way open which, let's be real, wasn't hard. It was already practically falling off of him as it is.

His chest, if Ain bothers to look, is scarred to hell and back. Gashes, burns, bullet wounds, the works. He's lucky he even has nipples to be touched...licked, in this case, which causes Wolfwood to let out a sound he didn't know he was capable of. He winces, turning his head away fitfully as his back arches up into the contact this time, his fingers digging into Ain's hips.]

Ha...haah...a-ah-

[Listen, Ain is a terrible little thief, but he's not inherently a terrible person. Theoretically. He said he'd let Wolfwood keep his wallet this time around... next time, he won't be so lucky. Assuming there is one. Ain has a little more to do before he's fully wanted! He can't skip towns daily, that means he'll run out of towns. Anyway, not important.

He's paying attention to Wolfwood's reactions. Gauging them. Listening to the way he sounds and writhes, the way those hands grab at his hips for purchase. It's difficult not to be aroused by the whole show for Ain in specific, who seriously gets off on other people's pleasure here. It's difficult to feel beneath those skirts, but he's the least bit hard himself. Maybe they'll come off soon.

Either way, while he sucks on one nipple, he pinches and teases the other with his forefinger and thumb. Experimentally, he grazes his teeth over the one he's currently stimulating with his tongue just to see how Wolfwood will react, before he switches sides and reverses which one is getting sucked on and which one he's rubbing over with his thumb. All the while, his hips are moving, grinding down on Wolfwood's with practiced ease. This is second nature to him.

But he shouldn't tease for too long, so... Hmm. Does he give Wolfwood head so good he fucking dies? Or does he ride him stupid? Both? He can edge him a little with his mouth, that's fine, he deserves it for being a brat. He'll kiss down Wolfwood's body next, then, letting his lips catch on the edge of his pants when he gets there.

Green eyes look up at Wolfwood. He's going to undo those pants with his teeth, thanks.]

[This is, genuinely, a kind of pleasure that Wolfwood has never before experienced, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. It's not quite so simple as "dick feel good"; it's a lot more nuanced than that. He had no idea men could feel pleasure from their chests (he wasn't raised, he wasn't taught anything other than man strong man use dick to fuck women), and thus Ain is quite literally blowing his mind with this one. He feels like he should hate this. He should be rejecting it because it's not right, this is the kind of fraternization that gay fellas get up to in secret, not people like him. Despite all of that roiling around in his brain, here he is writhing helplessly underneath Ain's ministrations, yet it's not in a negative way, or like he's trying to get away from him but can't. It's obvious that he's a little overwhelmed and doesn't know what he should be feeling...except good.

Because it is. It feels really fucking good, and he doesn't know how he should feel about that.

He's trying to keep his voice down, because that's another thing men don't really do in bed. They don't moan like a whore, they don't whimper and whine and beg for more. But it's...coming out of him reflexively regardless of what he wants as his heart thuds in his chest and every breath he takes feels labored and afflicted. It's very possible Ain could have had himself the treat of getting to see this masculine man cum untouched just from having his nipples touched alone, but he is at least given a break when Ain decides to move lower.

...not that it's going to help how horny he is much, because now he's watching a pretty thing use he- his teeth to undo his zipper, which causes Wolfwood to groan and roll his hips up into the underside of Ain's chin, revealing just how filled out and hard he's gotten inside his jeans.]

[Look what happens when you spend more than two minutes in bed with someone babe! Look at that. This poor man, he's never had good sex in his life. Ain is going to fix him. And also ruin him.

For now, Ain uses his hands to pull Wolfwood's pants and underwear down. He'd do that with his teeth, too, if it wouldn't take twelve years to get done and wouldn't risk Wolfwood's undies snapping back against his dick. They're pulled down enough so that Ain can get his mouth on the man and no further.]

I take it you've gotten head before? [Or maybe he hasn't. Hmm.] You're a big boy. What are the chances anyone's ever taken you fully?

[Wolfwood can answer, or he can ignore Ain, because either way the whore is already quite eagerly licking Wolfwood from base to tip, flicking his tongue out over the slit, and heading back down.]

[Fortunately for Wolfwood's ego, he has gotten head before. It's been...fine. Like, no woman he's ever slept with has been able to take him all the way due to his size, but really his ideal was never getting blown anyway (well, up to this point at least). His nose wrinkles as Ain gets his pants and underwear pulled down far enough to be worked with, and by now Ain will be presented with the lovely sight of Wolfwood's dick already dribbling precum from the slit down the shaft, so he'll have that to lap away at his leisure.

Like, he shouldn't be surprised Ain has given head before. He's a whore, it's kindof his job to be able to do that and do it reasonably well. What he isn't expecting so much is the eagerness with which he goes about it, to the point where Wolfwood's retort ends up cut off in a heady noise of pleasure.]

'Course I- nnnhh-

[His hips rise up to the attention unbidden, eyelids flickering as his eyes roll up and back into his head before closing once more.]

[Aww, Ain loves virgins*

*Wolfwood is not a virgin, but he sure is what Ain would call a virgin to actual, real pleasure. "I'm a man it's my job to do everything blah blah blah" and then he fucking creampies her and falls asleep. At least her job is easier but good lord man. It's okay baby he's gonna fix you, he's gonna turn you into a monster with actual expectations.

Right now, Ain is leading the charge because asking a somewhat-shy, definitely-homophobic, definitely-not-gay man to touch him in turn seems like too much. He's a powerbottom, yes, but that doesn't mean he's going to start a man's first experience off by being too mean. Either way...

He's an eager cocksucker! He loves sucking dick, it does not matter if he's on top or on bottom or doing anything else, he's always enthusiastic about this. Wolfwood may or may not find this out later, depending on if he chooses to come back to see Ain before he skips town. He repeats that up-and-down licking for a few more passes, teasing, but he knows better than to think this is going to get anyone off, especially impatient "heterosexual" men. Therefore, after a little more teasing, Ain deigns to take just the head of Wolfwood into his mouth, sucking in earnest while a hand works over what he's currently not lapping at.]

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