dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

Well, sure, it is. But I don't like staying in one place. I'm a wanderer at heart, so settling somewhere is... I don't know, I don't think I'm capable of it. Never had those people I told you about last night love me back, never thought about getting married or having a "real" job where some big guy gets to yell at me all day. I just wanna do my own thing.

[Ain rolls his shoulders in something of a shrug. The smoke he exhales comes out in a ring, for someone who apparently doesn't smoke much. Good with his mouth indeed.]

Can't settle somewhere if all the love in your heart has dried up, after all.

...yeah. Guess not. We're in the same boat, then.

[He mutters, still leaning against Ain's shoulder even though there's nothing saying he has to. Out in the pasture, Angelina and Elria are grazing. Occasionally Angelina gets the zoomies and starts running around for no reason. She is just like this.]

Don't it get lonely, though? All by yourself and all.

Haha... that's what all the sex is for. If I just wanted to wander and not be concerned about filling any physical needs, I'd just be a wandering musician. [And coinpurse-lifter.] It's a little less lonely when I've got people willing to warm my bed.

Mm. It's dangerous work though, like you said. I bet you get some real freaks comin' to you.

[Wolfwood cannot say he isn't one of those freaks, but he at least respects people. He could have had a violent reaction to learning Ain was gay, but instead he was willing to just accept that and move on with his mission since it didn't really matter much at the time.

Now it suddenly matters a whole lot more than he ever thought it would, oops.]

You wouldn't believe the amount of people I've pissed off.

[Oh, but he probably would.]

There's a reason Elria is trained like she is. I can't tell you how many people have pursued me with weapons. She's gotten pretty roughed up before, but she's kicked many riders off their horses for me. It usually stops that stuff before it begins.

[Right now she's off chasing Angelina around to nibble on her again. Angelina zooms and Elria just trots after like put friend in mouth??? Chew on friend???]

Damn. Pretty brave of you to keep goin' back to it after that.

[He's not sure he'd have the guts, personally. It just sounds miserable, even when you get to have dick pretty much whenever you want. Then again, Ain is also stealing from these people as Wolfwood well knows, so there's that incentive going for him too.]

But I guess you do seem t'be doin' pretty well for yourself.

[He shakes his head, tipping his hat back a little with a free hand.]

Maybe I'm in the wrong business.

Mmm... I dunno, mister I've-never-experienced-real-pleasure. It was cute seeing you having your mind blown when I started licking you all over.

[Not to mention the riding crop, which... Ain of course has at his side. It's inconspicuous if you don't know the actual purpose of it, after all.]

I'm not sure you'd last a day doing what I do. But that's alright... surely Mr. Cowboy does something more exciting?

[Listen man he's sitting here idly brushing his fingers over that collar he's still wearing, soooo...

Also, haha, he is not going to just tell Ain he's in a group of bandits, so he'll go with his usual response.]

I'm kindof just a guy for hire. I do odd jobs for people when they need work done in the towns I visit. Some of 'em can be pretty dangerous, but the pay is usually worth it enough.

Ooh. I was wondering about all the scars last night.

[Ain is pretending not to notice the way Wolfwood thumbs over that collar, but trust him, he notices. He has taken Notes.]

You're a big, strong guy, so I figured you had to have been doing something dangerous to get like that. I'm not really fazed by it, though. Scars can be pretty sexy.

Edited (why is the english language the way that it is) 2024-05-08 20:50 (UTC)

So that's what you're into, huh.

[Though he thinks it's less that and more that Ain just likes men in general. Can't imagine why, men are awful.]

I've had some women tell me it's "unbecoming", or whatever.

Aww, I'm sure they would've liked you more if you actually knew how to get them off.

[Wow!!!].

I'm into lots of things. But I like big, strong men who can pick me up, burly guys, daddies... [Do people in the old west even know about daddy kink well whatever who cares, I'm not googling that,] ...obedient pets and men who want to be stepped on more than they like to admit.

[so

most men. You like Most Men.]

[Wolfwood, sweating profusely because he is a man who wants to get stepped on and can't just admit to himself that letting over control to someone else for once was freeing and he wants to feel that feeling again??

He's fine, he's doing fine.]

How did you, uh. Figure out you liked...you know. Men.

[Hmmmmmmm what a suspicious question to ask!

Ain props his elbow up on his knee and leans his chin in his palm. He's watching Wolfwood like a hawk, grinning softly. Oh honey.]

Mm... I think I always knew? I mean... I was raised in a really religious household. My mother wanted me to settle down with a wife and have children, and that thought really, really put me off ever since I was little. I always thought it was because girls have cooties or whatever, but then I turned maybe... fourteen? Fifteen-ish. And I remember seeing this cowboy in the roads kissing his wife, and I thought, "Gee, I want to kiss a cowboy too!"

The rest is sort of history. I bailed on my mom shortly after and struck out on my own, not entirely for the "I want my son to be straight" reasons either. I dunno. Sometimes you just figure things out.

Damn. That musta' sucked.

[He wasn't raised, but at least the church that did raise him didn't pressure him or make him feel inadequate. They didn't...do much other than keep him alive, granted, but he figures that much is better than what Ain had to put up with.

Wolfwood takes another slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke up into the tree branches above them.]

And you're...happy? Like this? Even though most of the rest of the world hates you?

[Sorry the homphobia isn't fully gone yet and he has chronic foot-in-mouth disease.]

Who's gonna be happy with me if not me?

[Ain's answer is given simply, with a shrug and a glance toward the horizon. He's barely smoked this cigarette down, too busy talking and letting it go to waste. He did say he wasn't much of a smoker.

Still, he'll take a drag himself and exhale a ring of smoke, watching it float into the sky before he talks again.]

There was a long while after I left home where I wondered if it was all worth it, and if I shouldn't try to change just to make my life easier. I was real cagey for a long time. Got caught up trying to change things that wouldn't change at all. What actually needed to change was my perceptions of myself and my weird parental hangups that my mom left me with. Lo and behold, it doesn't matter if people hate you, as long as you love yourself enough to make up for it.

[And what if you don't love yourself, he thinks, but decides not to say out loud.

In contrast, Wolfwood has nearly entirely smoked his own cig to the butt, holding what little bit of it is left inbetween his fingers.]

I guess that makes sense when you put it that way. I always thought gay people were just indulging in debauchery and sin or whatever, but you're just...a pretty normal guy, even though you can be kindof annoying.

Oh, don't get me wrong, we are absolutely indulging in debauchery and sin, and if my mother is correct and we're all going to Hell, I imagine it's going to be quite the party.

[Think positive thoughts! They won't burn for all eternity because they'll be too busy sucking each other's cocks! It'll be great.]

Besides, me being annoying is a charm point. You haven't abandoned me yet!

[You know what?

Ain's completely frank response actually gets a bark of laughter out of Wolfwood. It's a startled sort of laugh, granted, but he's laughing nonetheless.]

Yaknow, I'm not sure I've ever met somebody as confident in themselves as you are. You're insane.

[But it's said with such a weird fondness, can you really be offended, truly-]

Maybe so! Between you and me, cowboy, I'm actually a severely anxious person, but I'm coping the only way I know how, which is telling myself I'm doing everything right and not worrying too hard about what people think.

[Except for the parts where his horse is trained to KILL PEOPLE but that's just self-defense probably.]

Most people really don't care. The world's okay, actually. You just have to look at it through a certain lens.

[and also be the part that's making the world not okay, Ain, you STEAL THINGS.]

Not everybody has the strength to be as optimistic as you, yaknow.

[He mutters this while taking off his cowboy hat and plopping it back onto Ain's head, snuffing the last smolders of his cigarette underneath his heel.]

Even if it is a copin' mechanism.

[Then he'll lean over just slightly so he can see Ain underneath the wide brim.]

But. Maybe I'll think about givin' it a chance, in my free time.

[The cowboy hat is plopped, and Ain giggles as he holds onto the brim, having to hold it up like he was earlier. The cigarette has long been smoked down to the butt, discarded somewhere nearby because littering is cool and fun. He's too focused on Wolfwood to think of the repercussions, really.]

You've got a pretty smile, you know. A lot of people would kill to see it, and I'm not just saying that because you paid me last night. I do think you're attractive, and I do think a grin and a wink goes a long way.

Well now. That's mighty kind of ya to say.

[He tips up the brim of the hat with the edge of his thumb.]

I get a lotta folks tellin' me "you should smile more!", so I think you're the first person who has that hasn't made me wanna tear my hair out.

Pretty boys like you are a real sight for sore eyes. Haha, I'm glad you don't think I'm faking this! I have a bit of a reputation, but behind that, I still reaaaaally like looking at guys like you.

[And stealing their hats. And their wallets. It's fine.

Speaking of boys Ain really likes... He fishes around in his pocket for that charm, leans forward — the hat sort of falls onto his face, but that's fine — and affixes the cross to Wolfwood's collar.

There. Now he's a Catholic man. A man of God. Owned by Christ and not some whore.]

I almost forgot that, haha... Speaking of things I like.

[Wolfwood isn't entirely sure what Ain is doing at first as he rummages around in his pocket and pulls out something he can't see at first, reaching for him with it. He tenses, just briefly, until he realizes he's putting a charm on that collar (his heart stopped for a second, thinking it was a clip to a leash), reaching his hand up to brush over the metal charm with his fingertips.

Speaking of things I like.]

This's....for me?

Uh huh. I thought it might look better with a little charm on it. Less conspicuous that way, too. I would've already had it done last night, but I wasn't thinking you'd actually accept the offer.

[Chinhands...]

It looks good. Do you like it?

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