dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[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.]

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[Wolfwood is...surprised, actually, when Ain comes back to help him. Most times, he's not really used to getting help of any kind. If he's struggling, he has to pick himself up. If he's cornered, he has to figure a way out of it on his own. So having Ain just come over unasked, unprompted, to help him up to his feet...for once, he feels less like he's weak and incapable, and more that he's appreciative. He is growing a positive feeling here, what the hell.

He wobbles to his feet with Ain's help, shuffling his way over to the bathroom.]

Head hurts.

[Wolfwood please your toxic masculinity, it took one twink getting you to kneel to flip your worldview on its head. Turns out people CAN help you and CAN take the edge off for you! Turns out being a tough guy is stupid!

Get in the bath babe (Ain is helping him into the bath, he'll be along after).]

Because you drank so much? [Not to call you out but uhhh calls you out.] Haha... get comfortable.

[He's grabbing a cloth and getting into the water right in front of Wolfwood. Hi pretty boy.]

Mmm. Don't usually drink that much.

[He drinks plenty, don't get him wrong, but he's not typically a fan of getting black out drunk, which he's certain this will turn into. He's already feeling it in the edges of his senses, a heavy weighted blanket threatening to smother him pretty much at any second. As soon as they get out of this bath and into bed proper he is going to die, it's just a matter of when more than if.

Getting in the hot water is nice. Again, warm baths are a luxury you're not often afforded when you spend a lot of your time camping, so he's more used to bathing in cold rivers more than anything. It's tempting to just sink into it and fall asleep, but he manages to keep himself upright just as Ain joins him.

Aaa.]

Am I payin' extra for this?

[Ain joining him in the bath, he means.]

Not unless this convinces you that you want that collar after all, babe.

[Ain has to be clean too, y'know, and maybe it's the polite and nice thing to do to make sure Wolfwood actually makes it out of here in one piece. He can't technically stay here, he needs to go back to the inn... Ain will just drive him back, it's fine. Surely Wolfwood can handle being seated on the back of a horse?

He's going to scrub the man's front down. They're not taking a full bath, this isn't romantic bath time, this is get clean and get the fuck out time.]

I don't send my clients back out into the world all sticky, that's all.

[I mean. How do you rationalize wanting this but also still having that toxic mindset not allowing you to have things you've deemed too demeaning for you to enjoy, asking for a friend-

Even though Wolfwood isn't brave enough for a collar, he will be thinking about it later even when he leaves this interaction. You know, definitely not thinking about this job he's meant to be doing, but maybe that'll actually sink in when he's no longer drunk off his ass.

Anyway, he is being worshed and the only reason he's not getting hard again is because he's so tired.

(Maybe he's getting a little hard, but he will simply not bring it up)]

I guess. I've never done this with anybody else though.

[If Ain wanted to continue exacerbating this situation, he'd comment on it, but he'll be nice. He'll help get this poor, drunk man who does not deserve his kindness clean. He still thinks he can break the guy down and then leave him in the dust with his gay thoughts, after all.

Scrub, scrub...]

Seriously? Not even the girls you slept with? Not even with a real lover? [...] Oh my God, you haven't even been in love, have you? No wonder you're the way that you are!!

[Haha...Wolfwood deflates inwardly when Ain quips that he's never been in love which, yeah, of course he hasn't. Who's going to love an asshole like him? How is he going to settle down with anyone when he's a wanted outlaw? Who would want that kind of life on the run? Other outlaws, perhaps, but none of them are pleasant either, nor are they particularly interested in shacking up at the moment.

He glances off to the side, chewing on the inside of his lip.]

Have you ever been in love with any of the men you've fucked?

Well, sure.

[Ain tilts his head, trying to catch Wolfwood's gaze... but that doesn't wind up happening, so he turns to washing himself off next. The water sloshes about as he does so.]

They wouldn't have been clients, not necessarily, but that doesn't mean I haven't slept around just for fun. [Which, don't get him wrong, this is fun too — but he's not going to charge someone he's got a budding crush on for the opportunity to fuck his ass.] And sometimes, "just for fun" means "I have feelings for this man". It hasn't happened in a while, but I'm not completely blind to it.

[Somehow, a nonchalant "well sure" was not the answer he was expecting. He listens regardless as he sits there in the warm water still all suds'd up and marinating, glancing up after a moment to watch Ain past his lashes as he washes himself off.]

Guess I wouldn't know. I dunno what bein' in love is like.

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