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[God help the "heterosexuals", they're really missing out. Ain gives Wolfwood a moment to adjust, since he correctly sensed that Wolfwood nearly busted right then and there. So many he slammed down onto that dick a little too fast. He wouldn't exactly be mad if Wolfwood came immediately; he'd laugh and purr about it and get himself off with his hands while Wolfwood was still buried in him.

It probably also doesn't help that Ain gave him head and edged him earlier, so he has an excuse. He's edging him now, of course, waiting until he thinks Wolfwood will last longer than thirty seconds before he starts moving. The claws on his hips are appreciated, no doubt, and Ain doesn't try to move them.

Instead... he gently brushes the head of the crop underneath Wolfwood's chin, looking down at him with a heady, lustful glint in his half-lidded eyes.]

You're damn cute with that look on your face. Does it feel good, babe? Nice and tight, isn't it?

[Being still right now is the only thing keeping Wolfwood from losing his composure immediately, so he appreciates that much as far as his ego is concerned. Not that it has much of a leg to stand on right now when he's as drunk as he is...he's starting to care less and less as time goes on. Less about how fast he might bust, less about how smug Ain might be, less...

...less about the fact he's having sex with a man. It feels every bit as incredible as it does with a woman, if not ten times better. In fact, it's not just the pleasure that's been enhanced. Why does he feel like he can't catch his breath? Like his heart won't stop pounding? He's certain that if he wasn't gripping Ain so hard, his hands would be shaking like his thighs already are. And as he presses the crop under his chin, he automatically lifts his head a little, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

Fuck.]

Ye...yeah. S'good...

[God how he adores that look on Wolfwood's face. Watching men question everything they know is so... delicious to him. He can't help but smirk, hugging Wolfwood's hips with his thighs. The head of the riding crop trails delicately down his throat, to his chest, across the numerous scars there. A man with scars isn't that uncommon out there, but Ain still wonders where he got so many.

He must be doing things he shouldn't. Ah, well, that makes two of them.]

You're cute when you're honest. I bet I could train you real good.

[He's going to pavlov this man into seeing a riding crop and getting horny, which is maybe counterproductive when you literally own a fucking horse.]

I told you it's nice to have someone else have all the power. Take the edge off a little... [...] Do you want me to move, sweetheart? What do good boys say?

[If Ain thinks that look is adorable, just wait until they really get into it, because Wolfwood is just drunk enough that he's starting to...slip. He's backsliding into a headspace he didn't know existed, but one that feels inviting and safe. It feels...

It's hard for him to explain, actually. Just like something he's never confronted before. A part of himself he's never confronted.

His breath shakes its way out of him as he exhales, and for a moment it's hard to tell whether he's going to respond at all. There's this last thread holding him back, pulling on him and reminding him that if he goes down this path, that's it. No turning back from it.

...

He tilts his head back a bit further, eyes fluttering to slivers.]

...please. P...please move.

[Wolfwood has no idea how pleased Ain is right now. Maybe his catlike smirk gives it away? Maybe the way his cock visibly twitches at the begging does? Both, probably. He has this man right where he wants him. God, it took us all night to get here, and Ain was content to tell him where the clitoris was and dip, but...

This is the best outcome. Maybe he'll remember Ain when he sobers up and have nasty dreams about him?]

There you go...

[Ain won't make Wolfwood beg more this time. If there's a next time, though? Oh man. Thoughts aside, he does move as requested, little rolls of his hips, a less-than-subtle bounce that winds up with Ain's thighs slapping against Wolfwood's skin. It's not as fast or hard as it could be and will be later, but rather, they're easing into it. Ain, too, is trying not to cum too early. Wolfwood has him stretched in every way he loves and craves, and while a big dick isn't everything... Ain is a known size queen, so it's sort of everything, okay.

Wolfwood's second reward for saying please like Ain wanted is to take that riding crop, lean back, and lash the back of his thigh with it. Not hard enough to bruise or anything, but it'll sting, and it'll leave a red mark for about an hour or two.]

That's a good pet... see what sort of rewards you get when you behave yourself?

[It's another thing Wolfwood might have been pissed off about if he were sober, but his excessive drinking earlier is saving him here. The buzz in his veins is far from leaving at this point, and he is absolutely going to wake up with the worst hangover of his life in the morning, but that's an issue for future Wolfwood. Wolfwood in the present is getting his dick ridden, and it is so fucking good.

Make no mistake, he's been ridden before...but very, very sparingly compared to topping just outright. Any one of those times was just fine, nothing special or anything, and he'd go another round fucking the lady anyway. But in this particular case? He cannot actually imagine himself wanting anything other than Ain to keep doing exactly what he's doing right now. The way he bounces in his lap, deft and effortless, is mesmerizing. It makes him want to buck his hips up into the contact, to meet his every thrust. And, for once...he's actually thinking about what more he could do for Ain. Caress his cheek, perhaps? Press their lips together in another kiss?

...or, or. He can get whapped by that riding crop and cry out about it, a whimpered keen of a sound slipping from his throat as his nails dig that much harder into Ain's hipbones, pulling deep red lines across them.]

M...more...more, please-

[Ain likes his men horny and ruined, what can he say? God damn does he love those nails digging into his skin, god damn does he love the way he's got this supposedly-straight man begging to be ridden harder. Every "please" gets Ain to up the pace more, now at a full-on bounce in Wolfwood's lap. He's moaning, spine arched and toes curled, one hand splayed across the expanse of Wolfwood's stomach while the other...

The other is expectedly giving him more lashes. Light, loving, but made to sting. A reward... and one can only imagine what it'll look like if Wolfwood acts up. Ain angles his hips back, giving Wolfwood quite the view of himself disappearing into Ain with each bounce, and driving his cock that much deeper. Sometimes he's gasping, other times he's smirking down at Wolfwood... and if he's paying much attention, some of those thrusts give him just the slightest tummy bulge right underneath his navel.

Ain likes this man in the most fucked-up sense of the word. He wants to ruin him completely. Annihilate his expectations... rob him blind and leave him high and dry, wanting...

God. God.]

How's it feel, baby? Do you wanna cum? I bet I'll look real cute with your seed spilling between my thighs, won't I?

[Ha...haha...it feels like he's going to cum soon whether he wants to or not, that's what it feels like. It feels like Ain is trying to suck his soul out through his cock and then some. It's like he's being given a personal show with the way Ain is working his lap right now, not just riding it, but riding it. Couple that with the regular lashes with the riding crop, and he's practically drooling from how horny it all has left him.

Like. What the fuck. What the fuck, actually?]

U-hh...nnhh...nnhh...

[All he can do is nod dumbly, frantically, because god yes he wants to cum. He needs to cum, but he needs it to be because Ain said it was okay for him to. Because, haha, turns out letting go and letting someone else have control for a change? Pretty sweet.

He finally gets the courage to move one hand from Ain's hip to rest it along the side of his neck, his fingers curling tentatively there as his head ducks forward, their foreheads lightly knocking together. Wolfwood is panting so hard at this point he's wheezing from the exertion, and it's a damn miracle he hasn't just fallen flat on his face by now.

Then...he realizes something, as their lips brush.]

Wh...what's yer name...

[Oh, he's not expecting such a sweet kiss from the man... who, yeah, he's realising neither of them gave their names, oops? Whoops... no, it's fine, anonymity is better when the initial interaction went "I'm not interested, have a nice night". Better to have only the quiet folk know his name, rather than the loud ones who'll reject him and probably spread it around. Mm... but Wolfwood's been good now that he's actually gotten his whole world rocked, hasn't he?

Pretty thing... Ain's returned kiss is just as gentle, if not a little more passionate. A hand curls over Wolfwood's and holds onto it, but his hips do not stop bouncing for even a second. He's going to drive both of them over the edge like this, he realises. It's going to be harmonious and wonderful and he's going to pat himself on the back for undoing yet another man's expectations of the world.]

It's Ain, baby...

[They're both sweaty and sticky. The sound of skin-on-skin is audible over the creaking of this old bed, which sounds liable to give out at any moment... or maybe it's just been overused these past few days, who knows. Ain does not work here, and he's gonna have to leave a coin on the mistress's desk as an apology for snagging one of her rooms (she will not care). But...]

What's your name, darling? What name do I cry when I cum?

[Giving up his name, as an outlaw, is dangerous. Usually, they use aliases- Nicholas the Punisher, for example- to help keep the authorities off their tracks. But Wolfwood...is drunk. Drunk enough that he's not thinking straight, nor is he making the most rational of decisions at the moment...how can he be expected to, when he has such a pretty thing bouncing on his cock?

He's breathless, his legs are shaking, his head is swimming. He is not in any position to be smart. No, his brain is fucking leaking from his ears and every time Ain hits him with that riding crop, he hemorrhages braincells. Maybe the whore won't have any reason to save his name for future reference and Come After him or something, he doesn't know. He's not sure he cares.]

N-...Nick...Nicholas...Wolfwood...D. Wolf...guh-

[yes]

[...Ain is like... pretty sure... this is not a good name. But also.

...

God, he does not care. He gets the gist of it, he's literally melted a man's brain. As he wanted, to be honest! He wanted Wolfwood to become putty underneath him, he wanted to turn his brain completely off for a while. Ain is still hitting him with that crop every time he does something Ain likes, although his hits are a little lighter if he gets a kiss. The sweetness is rewarded with sweetness. Wolfwood otherwise being Ain's definition of good? He's getting lashed.

He thinks this is one of the first times he's ever seen a man go completely incoherent on him. There have been a few, yes, but rarely are they this messy. It's so endearing.]

Nick, huh? [He's gonna go with that and not... the rest of it. Nicholas Wolfwood D. Wolf.] You're holding on so well, Nick... what a good boy.

[One more lash to his thighs, this one harder than the last ones were, just to really leave his mark on the man.]

Cum for me, Nick. Let me feel you...

[We have to assume Ain is okay with being creampied, because uhhhh...he is not thinking about pulling out right now. He's not sure he could even if Ain told him he had to. He is to far gone at this point, he is going to explode in just a few seconds here if Ain keeps cooing about how good of a boy he is.

He shifts his hips weakly, teeth grit behind his lips just as he leans in to try to kiss Ain again. He can't help it at this point, he craves the taste of them...the beer, the lipgloss, everything. He wants it all, in a way that's dangerously skirting a growing addiction. He licks his way into Ain's mouth, desperate for another hit, kissing and nipping at his lips in a desperate bid for more.]

Y-yes...yes, Ain...Ain...

[Then, Ain lashes him with the whip, hard. He tells him to cum, and that's...it. He comes completely undone.

Choking on a sob, Wolfwood thrusts his hips up as hard as he can up into Ain suddenly, and at the apex of that thrust, he pumps Ain full. He shoots off directly into his prostate, spilling over between them long before he's even come close to being done.

If Ain wanted to be dripping before this was all over, he's getting his wish.]

[If Ain didn't want to be creampied, it wouldn't be him, that would be a doppelganger which you should shoot immediately. He loves being filled, dammmit, this is why he does what he does to get money rather than just lifting people's stuff like a normal thief. There's some sort of Pavlovian feedback loop associated with seduce man > get fucked > rob him blind > buy something expensive > repeat. Still, he's not even thinking of burglary right now. He's thinking about how sweet Wolfwood calls his name, the desperate way he licks into Ain's mouth, and how damn wonderful it is when the pretty man comes undone right into him.

Ain's eyes roll back into his skull, head thrown back and eyelids fluttering. As Wolfwood rides out his own orgasm, Ain's hips keep moving, riding him until he's completely spent... and Ain himself is not far behind. Feeling Wolfwood pulse into him like that, alongside everything else they've been doing, and the salacious way the man cries his name out like he's some sort of deity?

Yeah, no, he wasn't going to last either.]

Nick... Oh, Nick...

[He moans that name on an exhale, not so much putting on a show as much as just genuinely enjoying the moment. He climaxes so hard his vision goes starry for a second, pumping all over Wolfwood's stomach and chest, rocking his hips until the both of them are empty.

This is the best sex he's had in a while. Thank you, homophobic man, for your penis. Ain will cherish it.]

[Oh good, in that case they're both in good company here because they are going to make a fuuuuucking mess between the two of them. Wolfwood simply cannot hold himself back anymore, he is riding out one of the hardest orgasms he's ever had, to the point where he feels like he's about to pass out too. He sways dangerously as he feels Ain shooting across his chest and stomach, painting him with thick ropes of his cum just in time for Wolfwood to actually lose his balance finally, falling backwards onto his back on the mattress. He's still heaving, still humping into Ain despite the fact that he's gone down to a trickle now, barely a dribble inside of him after filling Ain completely to the brim. Like, this poor man is gonna be a gusher when he pulls out-

By this point though, Wolfwood has given up any pretense he had before of being aloof and distant. His arms ended up wrapped around Ain at some point during all of that, and now he's holding him atop his (very sticky) chest, eyes closed and chin tilted back towards the ceiling.

He needs.........a minute. Or like, a day, to recover from this.]

[Oh god he killed him.

Ain winds up flopping over on top of Wolfwood afterwards, and the embrace is very appreciated. He's sweet... when he's drunk and just nut, anyway. They're both sticky, but there's a bath they can use in this room — obviously they're not going to send the other sex workers to the next man all sticky, too, because gross, that's not everyone's kink. But for now...

For now, his head is on Wolfwood's chest, and he's abandoned the riding crop somewhere off to the side. Ain's fingers are instead tracing over a scar, drawing nonsense patterns into the skin.]

How are you doing, baby?

[How is he doing? He's slipping in and out of consciousness that's how he's doing hbu-

Wolfwood sort of groans at first as a response to Ain's question, unable to do or say much of anything. He just...he has to lay there, because that orgasm was so mindblowing he's pretty sure it changed him as a person. Hold please.]

Jus' cummed m'brains out..

[Yes honey, we know.]

Mmhmm, and it was divine. I've never had anybody cum that much before.

[There is So Much in him right now. Had Ain not tired himself out, he would probably still be erect about it. Getting fucking stuffed is a fetish, okay, let him have this.]

You did so well! Haha... I almost want to keep you for another night. Too bad~. I'd like to see you sober next time and see if you're even cuter then.

Mmmrggh...

[Grumble grumble...he'd flip over, but he's too exhausted somehow to move. His legs feel like they've been pumped full of lead, though that might just be Ain's weight still settled on them. Ain is still seated on his cock after all, even though Wolfwood had to fall over about it.]

Can't believe you'd want me t'come back.

[He's been a right pill, he knows that much. It's just that being drunk like this is the only thing that's allowing him to be vulnerable enough to admit that.]

Pretty boy like you? I could show you so many things, if you'd let me.

[Wolfwood might want to just... shove Ain off of him. Like, he'll get up on his own, but it'll be quicker if he pushes Ain away and pulls out.]

Besides... I haven't gotten to see you in a collar yet, have I? Haha... have you seen the light yet, or are you still straight?

[He'll get to that, he's just busy mcdying. He's pretty sure his legs are numb? His cock may also be numb-]

...mm. Dunno.

[Eepy...the question remains as to whether he's just saying that, or if he's just too drunk to formulate a proper answer. Maybe he really doesn't know. That seems like the more likely outcome, actually.]

Sure was better than any fuck I've ever had.

Good. That's what sex is supposed to be, love. It's supposed to be passionate and messy and fun... and not take two minutes.

[Ain sits up now, hopping off of Wolfwood. There's this gross, wet noise as he pulls Wolfwood out of him, and a mess leaking between his thighs immediately after. It makes him shudder, in a good way.

God, thank you for sending this big, burly, testosterone-addled man to his doorstep.]

You want to take a bath, love? There's a tub behind the door there. There should be well water already drawn, but you'll need to give the coals a minute to heat up.

[Here’s the thing. Wolfwood is very used to the pet names. Prostitutes like using them with their clients, so he’s been called everything under the sun. Honey, dear, love, etc. it’s nothing new.

…so why does his heart flutter every time this guy says it?

No time to think, because Ain is pulling off and he’s making a whorish moan of his own about it, his head thudding against the pillows as his own cum spills back out onto him. God damn, he hasn’t cum that much in one go in ages…]

Uh…yeah. Be there in a sec.

[Trying to find his will to move again.]

…whadda’ I owe you…?

[Meanwhile, Ain is sitting on the edge of the bed doing a big stretch with his back facing Wolfwood, and there sure is a whole-ass tattoo back there. It flexes along his spine as his back arches.

He has freckles on his butt. God help you Wolfwood.]

One silver coin. Two if you think it was that mind-blowing... Three if you wanna walk out of here with a collar around your neck.

[Ain you cannot keep him he's an outlaw he's not a dog—

Despite the pain in his lower back from that big dick, Ain — used to this and perfectly fine — gets up and saunters right into the room with the bathtub to start heating the coals. Wolfwood can watch his hips sway as he walks, if he'd like.

He can also watch the mess dripping between Ain's thighs, too. You know. If he wants.]

[Oh, oh yeah. He wants. He may be trying real hard to repress these urges, but he wants.

God help him indeed, he's going to be seeing Ain's ass in his dreams no matter what he does. Like, how is he even able to stand up right now? He's just waltzing off from the bed like nothing happened...

He'll worry about getting his coinpurse out later. Right now, he needs to try to get up and get to the bath...but his knees are weak, and the moment he tries to slide off the bed, he ends up just sort of...slumping there awkwardly, still drunk enough that the world is spinning out of control even from the slightest movement.

God maybe he shouldn't have had those three or four extra shots he ordered.]

Th'fuck did I get into this mess...

[He mumbles under his breath as he struggles upright.]

[Ain can get up like nothing happened because he's not drunk nor inexperienced Wolfwood—

That's fine, though. When Wolfwood isn't immediately in the little room, Ain gives him a minute — he has to get the water hot first — and then saunters out to help. Poor drunk idiot.]

Come here. Put your arm around my shoulders...

[Time to help a drunk into the bath! It's big enough for two people on account of... This is a brothel... People probably fuck in this. But Ain is putting Wolfwood into it first.

It's not going to be a romantic bath, it's going to be a clean up and get out bath.]

Edited 2024-05-06 16:42 (UTC)

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