dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

So cute...

[Ain is swooning from his perch, thank you very much. Wolfwood will get more when Ain sees fit to give him more, but he can indulge in a little, since his partner is being so good and begging for it. He raises the toe of his boot a fraction of an inch and presses down on Wolfwood a touch harder, letting off on the pressure shortly after.

The leash gets a tug again.]

Are you going to tease me all night?

[The pressure gets Wolfwood to very briefly stop what he’s doing, if only so he can take that moment to moan about it, actively drooling all down the side of his chin and neck. This is the man you’re attracted to Ain, this is the man you wish to fuck-

Wolfwood scoots closer, if he can manage to do so without having his dick crushed beneath Ain’s heel. He wants more, definitely, but not that much more, at least not yet.

Okay. He can do more than this. It can’t be that hard, right? Just…

Open his mouth a little bit more, curling his tongue underneath the tip…using the tip of his tongue to draw Ain in just a bit further into his mouth, licking at the underside while letting the rest of his length rub up against the roof of his mouth.]

Nnh—

[Ain wonders if he's oversensitive because he's eager, or because Wolfwood's fulfilling some dumbass kink he has, or both? Maybe it's both. He's having such a difficult time being sane either way, wishing he could just shove his way into that sinful mouth and get off, but no. No, he's practicing restraint just as much as Wolfwood is practicing in general. He'd hate to ruin the experience.]

F-fuck, baby, you're a natural... H-haha, you're going to make me insane...

[Wolfwood is unable to respond verbally- his mouth is full of penis- but you know what he does do? He hums around Ain’s cock in a way that is going to send vibrations from the tip throughout, all while Wolfwood…honestly?

He’s doing a terrible job, man, he fucking sucks, truly. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s sloppy, he’s kindof just licking haphazardly with no finesse whatsoever. Like he is trying, bless him, but it is no stellar performance.

But maybe that matters less because there’s real intent behind it. He is TRYING to do a good job for Ain even though he’s well aware of his shortcomings, tilting his head and grimacing when he feels his teeth accidentally catch against his skin, or when he gets a weird angle and the head pushes up into the corner of his mouth or something.]

[Okay, let's get one thing straight: The bar is on the fucking floor here. Ain honestly expected Wolfwood to be like "but sucking dick is ~gay~" despite the fact that Ain rode him the other night, which is probably gayer somehow. Everyone starts somewhere!! And Ain never lets himself have fun because he is also a bit of a control freak, especially if he's topping, so getting his dick sucked at all is a rare treat. He is mostly a service top or service powerbottom, you think he's letting men treat him right??? No no no. He's also too busy thinking about stealing their wallets.

God bless this man he is trying and Ain does not care if it's bad head, it's good enough for him right now, because he's horny and pent-up and wants nothing more than to grab this straight boy and ruin him.]

Mmnh... you're cute... h-here, open your mouth a little wider...

[He is going to slide himself further into Wolfwood's mouth, if he'll allow it. Just a little rock of his hips so that there's less focus on the licking and more focus on the head-bobbing.]

[Wider? Okay, he guesses that makes sense…it should help with the teeth problem, he thinks as he opens his mouth until he’s testing the limits of how far he can comfortably hold it open, realizing just a moment later that he was asked to do this so Ain could slip in deeper. It’s not deep enough to be concerning, thankfully, because god knows this man is probably not going to manage deepthroating tonight, but it’s teaching him something he didn’t consider before. The motion of carefully sliding his dick in and out must mimic the feeling of fucking a girl, right? Or…a guy, in Ain’s case. Or one’s own hand, which is the obvious third answer.

Shifting on his knees when the position he’s been in for so long starts to become uncomfortable, Wolfwood leans forward almost entirely prone on hands and knees now as he lets Ain rock into his mouth, feeling the way the head slides from the tip to nearly the back of his tongue with every thrust. Until…he thinks to let his lips close around it, just a little, adding a bit to the drag and suction that was already just barely present before, but now is a lot more pronounced due to Wolfwood realizing “oh so THAT’S what I’m supposed to be doing”.

It’s still not great. It’s still pretty bad, actually, but does it matter when Wolfwood is dripping a literal puddle on the wood floor right now? He’s oozed out so much precum it looks like he came already, all of his limbs trembling from both the exertion of holding himself up, and the sultry nature of it all.

He is getting off to this.]

[Oh he loves a man who figures things out on his own!! And that's where the positive feedback comes in full force, baby — Ain yanks that leash, an approving moan spilling from his lips. Now does he increase the pressure where he's stepping on Wolfwood enough to really be felt, akin to if Ain were harshly grinding in his lap. It won't hurt per se, but it's not going to be your average man's cup of tea either.

If Wolfwood wanted to be stepped on, he's getting stepped on. Oh lord is he getting stepped on, and Ain only wishes he had his riding crop in his hand, too, but he supposes that'll be for another night because he needs one hand to grip the leash and the other to grip the edge of this crate so he doesn't tumble off.

He pulses dangerously in Wolfwood's mouth the longer this goes on. He's trying not to rock his hips and let the man set his own pace, but god damn is it difficult.]

Y-you're... so cute, look a-at you... Are you getting off to having me in your mouth, love? Y-you're gonna make me cum down your pretty throat, h-aaha...

[It’s hard for Wolfwood to move his head a whole lot like this in any way but forward, yet somehow he does manage to nod a fraction to what Ain is asking him. Yes, he’s getting off to it. Yes, cum in his mouth if you want, he doesn’t care anymore. He’ll be appalled at himself for thinking this later, of course, but for now that couldn’t be further from his mind than what he wants right now in this moment: to get off, and to hear Ain losing his composure around him.

The sounds he’s making with his mouth right now are borderline obscene, attempts to both suck while also trying not to continue drooling everywhere (task failed). At the same time, his hips have started to buck up helplessly into the sole of Ain’s boot, heady whimpers catching in the back of his throat as he practically throws himself into the contact, despite the slight pain it also brings.

It’s so good. He doesn’t have the words to articulate how or why when his brain has been wiped blank, but it is.]

[Oh Ain is going to go feral on this man when he climaxes here in like, thirty seconds, mark his words. If Wolfwood doesn't climax from having his cock stepped on, Ain will get him off any other way he wants, as many times as he wants. He swears to God, his pet straight boy is gonna make him act up.

Ain's hips snap forward involuntarily, a pace that's sharp and rough and he ekes out an apology mid-moan for, he's sorry, you're making his brain melt because he has too many kinks to work out — and then there's a gasp, short and sweet, while he yanks that leash and holds it so tightly the leather goes completely taut. The pressure of his foot remains, too, a reward in its own right.]

G-good boy... Aah— I'm going to f-fuck your brains out, I swear to God...

[Wolfwood will get maybe one or two more bobs of his head in before Ain is, what else, pulsing directly into his mouth, though Ain does slide back far enough to give Wolfwood escape if he wants it. Swallowing isn't everyone's cup of tea, especially not someone who's new to this. Pick your poison, Wolfwood.]

[The taught leash, the pressure directly to his dick, the melodious sound of Ain moaning above him…it’s quite unlike anything Wolfwood has ever experienced before now, and his reactions speak for themselves. His eyes have fallen shut now, screwed tightly closed as he bucks at Ain’s foot like an animal in heat, helpless to his own pleasure. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say this is genuinely the first time he’s ever heard someone moan over something he’s done to them in a way that wasn’t blatantly faked.

And that…just makes it hotter.

Though he’s made leaps and bounds of progress, he isn’t yet brave enough to take Ain’s release full on. It fills his mouth just a little before he quickly pulls away, his mouth falling open as he gaps for air against a strangled moan, because guess what?

The man is cumming. Right now, all over the floor. It’s with enough force that it splatters up onto Ain’s other shoe, his cock jerking where it’s still trapped underneath his foot.]

[It's fine that Wolfwood pops off of him, actually. It does mean that Ain is going to splatter a little down his chin, and some on the floor between them, and some probably on Wolfwood's chest. It's more than fine, because Ain gets to watch him come undone too, and isn't that a sight for sore eyes? He's goddamn gorgeous when he moans like that, covered in Ain's release and shivering.

Oh Lord, he's going to become addicted if they keep this up. Better take his stuff urgently and book it because this outlook isn't great. But while the outlook may not be great, the current look? The here and now? Fantastic. Phenomenal.

Ain leans down to capture Wolfwood's lips in a sloppy kiss, not caring that he literally just came into his mouth. Hot. Hot hot hot.]

You're such a good boy, Nick. Good God... [Kiss kiss kiss.] Make room, babe...

[He's sliding to the floor and kicking off his boots and anything else that might not've been pulled off entirely. They're going into a pile in the corner of the wagon while he kisses Wolfwood stupid.]

[Well. If Wolfwood wasn’t already pliant before, he sure as hell is now. The aftershocks of that orgasm are still rocketing through his body, leaving his extremities tingling and his senses hazy as he struggles to pick himself back up from it. He never could have imagined he would cum this hard from sucking someone off, let alone another man, but here he kneels living proof of that. He could easily just curl up on the floor and go to sleep right there, after all of that.

That isn’t what happens, of course. He’s snapped out of his reverie when a tug on the leash pulls his head upright again, his mouth meeting with Ain’s before he even realizes he’s leaned in for a kiss. And yes, there’s definitely a bit of his release on his lips and tongue even though he pulled off for the brunt of it, mingling in their kiss as Ain shoulders his way into his space. Soon enough, Wolfwood isn’t the only cowboy on the floor as Ain settles in to join him, dragging him over towards the back of the wagon as if to be away from the prying eyes that don’t exist.

And Wolfwood? He simply allows it. While he’s this dazed, he’s along for the ride.]

[Aww, his brain is already mush and Ain hasn't even fooled around with him fully yet. It's cute... sigh.

Ain is pushing Wolfwood back onto the sleeping bags and climbing on top of him, laying over him rather than being on his hands and knees so they can kisskisskiss but stupid and lazy. They'll both need something of a break after that one. Ain wonders if Wolfwood is going to want to continue, so:]

What do you think? Still have energy?

[Ain has probably Too Much energy.]

[Oh, whether or not he has the energy doesn't even matter. He's already nodding dumbly as they kiss, murmuring between passes of their lips even though he doesn't even always meet Ain properly in the middle.]

Yes...fuck yes...

[He gathers Ain lazily up into his arms, squeezing him against his chest.]

Gonna...need a sec, though...

I do, too. It's okay.

[He will kick his feet overhead, all eager and cutesy. This is your domme Wolfwood do you still like him.]

I told you last night I was gonna show you where your prostate is, haha. [Just says this so bluntly, sorry Wolfwood you're gonna have to get used to the crass gay.] You know, since you were curious last time!

[Kisskisskiss.]

[Yes he does, as a matter of fact. Even though he's been too much of a baby so far to actually admit it.]

My...what?

[Haha haha oh

Oh so that's how it's gonna be is it-]

What the... [kisskiss] ...hell's that gotta do with anythin'...?

[Oh honey.]

Do you remember the night we first met and you had your fingers in my ass? You asked why it felt good and I told you there was this bundle of nerves back there... that's what it is. It's the male g-spot.

...

You know about the g-spot, right.

[...

Wolfwood, in that moment, realizes this is something he should know about, but woefully doesn't.

He looks away, suddenly not kissing Ain anymore.]

Uh...

[Ohhhhh my god. Okay.

Ain just... lays his chin on Wolfwood's chest.]

The "g-spot" is a funny word that I don't really know why they named it that, but it's a bunch of nerves that feel really really good when you touch them. I guess you'll see when I touch it in you? Anyway— [kicky feets,] the one for men is in the ass, so it's a little different than if you're with a lady friend.

...

Who taught you to have sex with people, because I need to undo it. Unlearn everything you've done in the last since you became sexually active unless it's with me.

[Yeah you see that's the whole issue. Nobody...ever really taught him. He taught himself. He is self taught. And if he only ever has had lukewarm sex with women who weren't really into it?

Yeah. There's no wonder he's stupid about everything.]

...the fuck do men need that for...

[He mutters, a question more to himself than anything really, like he's just completely baffled by it.

Why for there g-spot in man ass.]

For pleasure, babe. It's all for feeling good and having fun~.

[The male G-spot is in the ass because men need to feel good too and that's the only available hole in a cis male, okay? Okay.]

You watched me lose my mind over how you felt while you were in me, and that's why. Among other things. I have a size kink thing, but that's not the point.

[Ain seeing a man that is Large: :D!

And then he goes for the kill, it's fine.]

[Oh...Wolfwood's eyes widen a little, his brows raising.]

You...like that I'm big?

[His voice is a little low as he asks this, reaching around to lay his hands against the middle of Ain's back.]

I've had women turn me away before 'cause of...yaknow.

[Enthusiastic nodding—]

Yeah. I mean, someone without experience or someone who doesn't like being stretched open won't, but I do. The more of a stretch, the better it feels to me. [Trailing his fingers across Wolfwood's chest...] You're all big and muscular too, which I also like a lot.

You're sexy. I'm into it.

...thank ya.

[He sounds...genuinely appreciative as he says that. Genuinely.

He's tracing his fingers mindlessly up and down Ain's spine now, not even really realizing he's doing it.]

You're...a real sight for sore eyes.

[That's a safe way to put it.]

Like water in a desert.

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