dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[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?

[Wolfwood ponders, genuinely, how he wants to answer for a few moments. His fingers are still worrying the charm, brushing over it and committing its texture to memory.]

...yeah. I do.

[......

After a pause, he ducks briefly underneath the hat, because it hides them both from the world even though there's nobody else here but the horses, so he can brush his lips against Ain's cheek.

By the time he's drawing back, he's fucking. Panicking, internally.]

Thanks.

[whydidhedothatwhatthefuck]

[Oh no he's CUTE. This is so fucked up. What is he cute for, this is illegal it's not allowed ugh—

Ain just giggles, holding onto the hat with one hand and twirling his braid with the other. Hehehe hiiiii Wolfwood.]

You're welcome, sweet thing.

[Ugh ugh ugh.]

Like I said yesterday... You're real cute when you're honest.

Honest...?

[He blusters, quickly glancing away the moment he realizes he got a little closer just then than he should have, shrugging one shoulder. He doesn't even have his hat to hide behind, but the sunglasses will make do.]

Just....just thanked ya. Ain't nothin' special 'bout that.

Thanked me... With a kiss on the cheek? Come now.

[Not to call you out Wolfwood but

Calls you out.]

You fluster easily. It makes me want to tease you. I hope you know what you do to a boy, looking all sweet like that.

[Don't look at him too hard Ain, Wolfwood is having a crisis of self. Next thing you know you're going to bat your lashes at him and he is going to burst into tears.

Instead of doing that, he manages to preserve his dignity for the time being by pulling out another cigarette, cramming it into his mouth and lighting it.]

I really don't know what I do, actually. Ain't like any boys've ever told me.

[Puffs anxiously]

Many things. Do you want the romantic or the horny ones first?

[Ain don't be a freak it's the middle of the day—]

Uh.

[Ain-]

Surprise me.

[Snort-laughs.]

Romantic first. Let's see... A good looking guy like you blushing like that? It makes me want to see how you'd react to dancing under the starlight, or cuddling up underneath them when you're on a long journey. Makes me want to pinch your cheeks and sit in your lap and tell you that you're real precious when you let the tough guy act drop.

[He hums, thoughtful, because it also makes him want to rob Wolfwood blind and leave him devastated, mostly because Ain has not yet figured out how not to be a fucking sociopath. It's the power thing. The control thing. He calls Wolfwood out for not giving up his own control, but if Ain's not in control of a situation, he'll blow up.

Doing real well out here aren't we. Who hurt you (it was his mom and siblings that's why he's like this, they taught him that if he's not in control he'll never be happy and the irony has not hit him yet).]

The horny things are... I really want to push you down onto your knees and see how flustered you get when you've got a dick in your mouth, a boot between your legs, and a leash tugging at your neck. I wanna see you begging to be railed and ridden, and maybe one day, I'll let you have your way with me, 'cause I do like being underneath big guys who could crush me like a bug.

I just also think it's cute when the big guy isn't on top, haha.

[For a self-proclaimed straight homophobe, Wolfwood ends up hanging on Ain's every word as he describes what seeing him makes him want to do. See, he's only ever imagined that a young woman could be seen in this sort of light, because he's just...you know. A man. And if society has taught him anything, it's that men aren't allowed to dance, or cuddle, or feel vulnerable. Being with Ain is teaching him that things don't have to be that way, as it turns out. He can just...live, without trying to live up to some kind of notion that he has to act any certain way because the "rules" of society dictate so.

Because, if he were to give himself even half a chance, he's pretty sure he'd like those things. Dancing- at least with someone he likes- and cuddling...again, with someone he likes. With someone that makes him feel...something.

And then Ain continues on, talking about just the most out of pocket horny shit. It makes Wolfwood sink back a little against the tree trunk, because he's already compulsively imagining all of these things. He already has a collar that he can feel burning his neck like a brand, and since he already has a frame of reference of himself begging the night before, he knows this could happen. Easily.

His mouth is dry, and he doesn't realize he's dropped his cigarette from his mouth until he smells the hem of his jacket burning, causing him to curse and quickly flip it off, snuffing it into the sand with the heel of his boot.]

You...you got some imagination.

You betcha!

[He has to be creative, Wolfwood, it's how he lives. Fucking men and then stealing their wallets. And despite thinking he's some loveless thing who cares only about money and power and where it gets him in life, he really does have a romantic side that he hasn't been able to explore.

The man is Coping, okay.]

And you're distracted. It's okay, though. I find it cute. [Winks.]

[This conversation is going dangerous fucking places. Wolfwood is starting to feel the hornies come back and he's not even drunk, and that's what scares him the most.

He's panicking, he has to do something to get out of this conversation--]

Wanna go for a ride?

[He suddenly blurts as he moves to stand up, as if that wouldn't just make this worse because of what he says next.]

Could both ride Elria. She's big enough. Angelina's gonna wanna go too fast, we could just...walk around the pasture and sightsee.

[Oh baby he'll ride you any day, name your time place and preferred body part—

Oh, right, the horses.]

Sure. There's lots of pretty stuff the closer you get to the mountains, not that we're really that close.

[They've still got many hundred miles to wander out that way, if they chose to go there. Anyway, Ain springs easily to his feet and plops Wolfwood's hat back onto his head for the second time. When he then turns around and whistles, Elria's ears swivel around and she comes bounding over, stopping short of both boys and tossing her head. Look at her she's a model et cetera.]

Hop on the back there, unless you wanna steer.

[Does Wolfwood want to feel Ain pressed to his back or does Wolfwood want Ain's ass pressed to his front? There is danger in either position.]

[Right out of the frying pan and into the fire, huh? Nice going, Wolfwood.

Angelina is going to be jealous that they're not riding her, like? Hello??? But she will get over it when she realizes she can trot around more easily without a bunch of weight on her back. She will be annoying and walk very close to them as much as possible though, sorry guys she's starting to take a liking to Elria idk what to tell you the horses are probably lesbians.

Now Wolfwood is presented with a conundrum. Which danger does he think he can handle more easily?]

Uh. Well...don'tcha think you should be steerin' her? She's your horse and all.

I do, but I didn't know if you wanted to go somewhere specific. C'mon, up on the back. You can use the stirrups to haul yourself up there like a step-stool. I'll spot you to make sure you don't fall off.

[The horses are definitely lesbians.]

[They sure are, Angelina is standing a bit too close to Elria for it to be anything less lbr.

Anyway, Wolfwood has committed to this, so he'll climb up into the saddle ahead of Ain, careful to shift his weight all the way to the back of it so there's room for Ain to sit. Only thing is, Elria is huge, and he's never ridden a horse this tall before. It's definitely a good thing Ain is there to make sure he doesn't eat shit, because good god.]

Where did you get a horse this big?

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