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Deep breaths...uh huh....

[He swallows thickly, letting Ain's soft voice encourage him. Deep breath in, deep exhale out.

After a moment of this, his head drops heavily against Ain's shoulder. It takes him a good minute to find his words.]

...so I ain't...doin' this wrong?

[He's learned that he's terrible at sex. He's been wondering if maybe he's just Bad at it, and never knew until now that he was.]

Babe...

[Ain's poor straight boy!!!]

No, no, you're actually having a normal reaction to it. My first time, I cried. I like pain, but only so much. It's really uncomfortable when you're not used to it. I promise you that you're doing just fine. It's why I'm steering the ship... or, wagon, I guess.

[Deep breaths. Ain places a much gentler kiss against Wolfwood's temple.]

Anyone would have this reaction. That's why I keep telling you to tell me if you need to stop at all, 'cause sometimes people don't want to continue after that point. That's okay, too.

[I mean, let's be honest with ourselves, Wolfwood is probably saving his crying for after they're done. Right now he's too full of adrenaline and toxic masculine pride(tm) to cry, so it's only a matter of time. Not that even he knows this when he's spending every iota of his energy trying to do this "right".

...Ain's reassurance helps, more than anything. Ain kisses him and it feels genuinely loving in a way he feels like he doesn't deserve, knowing what his plans are (plans that he'd completely pushed to the wayside, nearly forgotten in their night of passion). It prompts him to lean in closer, gently bumping their heads together like he's an irritable cat trying to figure out what affection is like.]

...I wanna. Just...takin' a bit for me t'get used to, I guess. I don't really wanna just stop when we've gone this far.

[Ain, too, has sort of forgotten about his own plans... not a good look for him right now, but he's not thinking about it! Not right now, anyway. Regardless, Wolfwood's statement makes him sort of just... laugh. Not because he's making fun of him, but because he's genuinely feeling all warm all of a sudden.]

I get it. But there's no hard feelings if you need to. There are lots of ways to get off without me fucking you.

[He pushes Wolfwood's hair back behind his ear.]

If you still want to try, we can. Just tell me if you want to go back to it, or if you want to change it up. I can be as slow as you need.

[...

As Ain pushes his hair behind his ear for him, Wolfwood takes that same moment to look Ain in the eye properly for what feels like the first time since they started fucking around. His eyes are still as pretty now as they were the first time they met, and Wolfwood thought "what does this man have such pretty eyes for?" The way the lamplight dances in them makes his heart ache.

It's what makes Wolfwood lean in to kiss his lips, gently, briefly interrupting their conversation. He'll keep kissing for a moment or two before drawing back just a fraction, still close enough that their breath mingles.]

You can keep goin' like you were. I'll be okay.

Okay. You'll have to tell me if you don't like something. And be honest, okay?

[That's the life lesson (??) he's been trying to give Wolfwood this entire time. Just be honest, tell him what's up, he won't hate you if you say you don't like taking it up the ass—

But, okay. Ain leaves one last lingering kiss before he sits back up and re-lubricates his fingers... and so the process begins again, two fingers to go back to it. And, eventually, three, when Wolfwood can take it. Ain goes as slow as humanly possible, of course, sort of just... playing it by ear, trying not to push.]

[It goes...both a lot more smoothly and about the same, this time. Wolfwood tries his damnest to relax for Ain, holding him close while also trying not to hold him too tight so as to hinder what he's doing to him here, focusing on breathing and not thinking too hard about how it feels. Two fingers is fine. Nice almost, even, now that he's gotten used to it somewhat. Three though...it's a lot, like he's starting from scratch all over again. He grits his teeth and tenses as he starts, but this time-]

M'ok... [He assures Ain, even though he's pretty sure he must have drawn blood with his nails by now.] Keep....keep goin', okay? I'll stop you if...if I need it.

Okay, love. I've got you.

[It's fine, Ain wants Wolfwood to draw blood. He did say that if his back doesn't sting that it's basically a wash anyway. That is Ain's very specific masochism speaking, don't mind him.

Ain will keep up the prep work, then, curling his fingers toward Wolfwood's prostate to find that spot again. Give him something to focus on other than the, uh, "a lot" factor that's happening here. Ain is still thicker than this much, but... hopefully that's less of an issue when they get into it? Fingers aren't exactly the most even spread.]

You're doing good, baby, I promise.

[Admittedly, it takes a while of this. It is not a speedy process, either. It’s slow and methodical, with Ain having to slowly edge his way back up to three fingers to begin with, but now that he’s here…he has to go particularly slowly, relying heavily not just on the oil keeping things going smoothly, but the fact Ain is taking special care to give attention to his prostate as he goes, which he does appreciate.

Soft, afflicted moans muffle themselves against the side of Ain’s next inbetween growls of pain as he shifts between pleasure and discomfort, shifting his hips restlessly despite how hard he’s trying to keep still for Ain’s sake of getting this done more easily. His breath catches, chest rising up against Ain’s, one hand raking his nails down his back while the other continues to fist his hair for something to hold onto. By the time Ain gets to look back at Wolfwood, he might notice his lashes are damp even with how tightly closed his eyes are.

Another pitched sound escapes him after the praise, his arms tightening a little around Ain’s torso.]

T-…thanks…ain’t…as bad, now…

[Poor thing... Ain kisses over his eyelids, delicate and barely-there, while his free hand continues to rub soothing circles into Wolfwood's side.]

I've got you. I promise it won't be bad soon, okay?

[God willing Wolfwood will be addicted to cock later in his life and Ain will have saved another closeted straight man— that or he's going to hate gay sex so much he goes back to PIV sex and collapsing after 2 minutes. Please God let this boy at least learn how to suck a titty if that's going to be the case.

Ain kisses Wolfwood's neck, down to his shoulder, and then stops to hold onto his hand, fingers intertwined. If Wolfwood thought BDSM was only being rough and topping the hell out of someone and leaving, oh boy, Ain is about to rock his world here.]

You tell me when you're ready for more, okay? I'll keep fingering you for as long as you feel is necessary.

[And then he pulls Wolfwood's hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it. Leave his romantic ass alooooone it gets lonely on the road.]

[Turns out, Wolfwood didn’t expect BDSM to be anything but rough either. Ain is reading him like a god damn book over here and he’s perfectly fine with that because it’s obvious he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. To that end, the way he kisses the back of his hand so gently like that is genuinely shocking, to the point where he manages to peel his eyes open a fraction to look up at Ain through his lashes, still panting heavily as he works him over.

He doesn’t answer verbally just yet, instead nodding slightly as Ain continues, and it will continue like this for the next five minutes or so. Silent, slow fingering, getting him used to the stretch, until eventually…that pain finally melts away. He barely feels the discomfort in contrast to the pleasure, and it shows in the twist of his expression and the sounds he makes muffled into Ain’s shoulder.]

Mmffhh…Ain…I think I can d-do more now.

[Ain will carefully explain later that BDSM has rules and being a caring partner is rule number one. He's going to get aftercared to death when they're done here... as much as they can on the road, anyway, it's not like there's a bathtub here they can cuddle in and wash off in so whoops Wolfwood will be sticky for a bit. Personally, Ain likes the feeling of being full, so maybe Wolfwood will too... undecided, anyway that's for later.

It's good to see Wolfwood enjoying himself. It took a bit to reach that point, but the payoff is well worth it. He'll give Wolfwood his hand back for the time being, since he'll need both to get in position and hold Wolfwood steady.]

Okay. Here, I'm going to go slow, and if you feel bad at any point, just tell me.

[He trusts that Wolfwood will, considering... but it's worth noting anyway. Ain pulls his fingers out to stop and get lubed up, letting Wolfwood sort of watch this small tease he does to himself if he wants to, but it's quick to end and Ain is quick to wipe his hands off on that rag he usually keeps in his pockets and plant them against Wolfwood's hips.

He lines up next, going slow as he physically can. There's going to be a sudden pressure as he slides only the tip of him in, not too much bigger than those three fingers he was using earlier, and so surely that'll make this easier. The rest, though... Ain will stop after just the head is in to give Wolfwood a second.

He did say it was thicker than three fingers.]

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[He will, trust him. For right now, he's pretty silent, all things considered. That's mostly because he's keeping himself together, bracing himself for what's coming even though he still isn't sure he knows what to expect. His body feels a unique sort of absence when Ain pulls out his fingers that he can't easily describe, a low growl rumbling its way from his chest in the interim as he watches Ain lube himself up, and...

...it's kindof his first real reminder that oh, fuck. Ain is going to fuck him. HE is going to be the bottom here. AKA, there is no, and I mean NO, coming back from this one.

He's not entirely sure if it's anticipation or dread that pools in the pit of his stomach and makes him suddenly harder than he was before, but it's very likely the former as Ain finishes lubing himself up and settles carefully between his legs. The tip enters first, a weirdly familiar feeling at this point...until it's suddenly more and Wolfwood is screwing his eyes shut again.

Breathe. Fucking breathe.]

Jesus.

[It is very difficult to have self control sometimes, especially when he's been presented with Wolfwood — all muscle and scar and aggression, just Ain's type, who also just happens to be curious enough to experiment a little. It's hard to have even a modicum of sanity when there is a very tight, very fuckable man in front of him, and he can't exactly bury himself in said man yet because said man needs a fucking minute or several.

It's nice watching him get harder than he is, though that does not remotely help with Ain's lack of control here. He really wants to go wild, but he knows better. At least the scratches on his back are a pleasant sting, even though they were some minutes ago. That'll tide him over.]

I know, I know... It's a lot. I'm not really small.

[Imagine not having a sizeable penis, couldn't be these two.]

Relax for me... Look into my eyes instead of focusing on the pain, okay? Trust me...

[Whenever the go-ahead is given, he'll try going deeper. Just a little more...]

[Imagine being normal!! That'd be boring as hell, so let's not do that actually-

Wolfwood, for what it's worth, is trying so damn hard over here. He's not complaining, he's not asking Ain to stop...he's just sucking it up and reminding himself over and over that this is the hard part. It will get better, if the way Ain lost his mind when he rode him the other night was any indication. Just take it slowly, one centimeter at a time.

Focus on Ain. Look into his eyes. Twin galaxies, perfect blue, looking back at him with an emotion that can only be called adoration.

...no. Surely he's imagining that part.

They continue on. Wolfwood moans like a whore throughout, completely having given up trying to do anything less. It's all involuntary at this point, moans and curses slipping from him like a mantra. And...there is a point where he reaches out to put his hand over Ain's that's still resting against his thigh.]

[Ain will hold that hand, don't even ask twice. He pulls it up between them, settling it back against the sleeping bags and intertwining their fingers. It leaves his hands occupied for maybe grasping that leash or picking up the crop he left nearby, but maybe that doesn't matter for tonight. They can play kinky sex some other time, too.

...

Yeah, not gonna think about that part.

Ain will keep rolling his hips into Wolfwood until either the man says no stop, or until he's bottomed out. Whichever happens first. If he does get to bottom out, though, it's not without a moan and Ain needing to screw his eyes shut because... Tight... How can he be expected not to just nut immediately, huh??]

[Well Ain if YOU nut immediately then Wolfwood will also nut immediately, and neither of them want that. You're doing amazing so far, sweetie-

Fortunately for both of them Not Dying, Wolfwood manages to hold on the entire time, to the point where it's one of those situations where he doesn't even realize Ain's bottomed out. Like when you get a shot and you're like "ok I'm ready" and the doctor is like "it's already done lol".

He's got one eye shut, as a matter of fact, looking up at Ain with his lip curled in a grimace.]

I s-said you could keep goin'...

[No thoughts in this man.]

[Ain would feel insulted if he wasn't keenly aware that he's above average here— like if someone said "keep going I'm not satisfied" to someone with a smaller dick uhhhhh, but.

He sort of ekes out a chuckle instead.]

Babe, all six inches of me are already in you. I'm giving you a moment to adjust before I start moving.

[Lord knows Wolfwood's gonna want that, but Ain teasingly rocks his hips a touch anyway.]

I don't want to break you in half.

[Considering six inches is about the length from entry point to just underneath the bellybutton, breaking in half is likely. He's sorry he wants to be so gentle with you.]

....oh.

[...he. He totally knew that. Yeah, totally-

Wolfwood swallows thickly, finally opening both eyes so he can look down at himself. It is...quite a sight to see- a soft sound escaping him when Ain teasingly rocks into him- seeing the way Ain is buried in his own ass all the way to the hilt. It will become even More...More once he starts moving in earnest, and he can properly see his dick moving in and out of him...

He isn't even sure what to do, now. Should he be doing something? His brows furrow a little, his hand shifting so he can hold Ain's a little tighter.

Look at him, he's not even afraid to hold your hand anymore, Ain! Progress. :) ]

What...what do I do now?

[Aww his straight boy :)]

You're adorable. [Oh god Ain is so into fucking losers and himbos and idiots who don't know their ass from their elbow.] You lay there and moan real loudly, and if you wanna drag your nail down my back, that's an extra treat for me.

[He grins, a bit wicked, a bit strained because Wolfwood is so tight around him... and he starts to rock his hips in earnest now, still slow, still not as fast as he would go with someone experienced, but Wolfwood will really start to feel it. Ain will, too, face twisting in a clear mix of pleasure and holding back so he doesn't snap this man's spine. He's going to be in enough pain in the morning, better not make it worse.]

[His straight boy :)

He just lays here? Really? That almost doesn't seem right, but...that kindof is what he expects from the lady when he has boring heterosexual sex, so maybe he just never thought about what it might be like to have the roles flipped.

But alright. He trusts Ain. For some insane reason, he trusts this guy he's meant to get arrested more than he does most people. Almost as much as the other guys in his gang, now that he thinks about it...

Actually, maybe he won't think about that. He shouldn't think about that.

He should think about Ain slowly rolling his hips, finally giving him his first real taste of receiving. It's similar to being fingered in that it's just as tight and overwhelming, yet completely different because of just how much sensation it is. Not just tight, not just a little uncomfortable...it's the way Ain's dick rubs up against his prostate with literally every thrust that makes Wolfwood feel like he's going to go insane.

Is this what it's supposed to be like?]

A-ain...N-ah-

[Yes, sweet darling straight boy (no longer straight you cannot come back from bottoming to a twink), it's supposed to be like this, it's supposed to feel amazing and maybe just a bit too tight.]

H-haha... I told you, didn't I? It feels good, doesn't it, love?

[He does not have it in him to be tugging leashes right now even though he really wants to. One hand is occupied on Wolfwood's hip, fingers bruising the skin with his grip, and the other is still holding onto Wolfwood's hand. Maybe it's a little more romantic than he intended for the night, but that can't be a bad thing.

Can it?

Romance is not on Ain's brain (he's telling himself it sure is not) and he, instead, focuses on his movements. Wolfwood seems like he's fine so far, actually, and so he ups the pace just a touch. A bit faster, a bit harder, really fucking into the man now rather than just going at that languid pace from a moment ago.

Like this, Ain can't help but moan alongside Wolfwood, scrunching his face, mouth agape. Oh... god, he's so tight, it's so damn good.

Fuck.]

You feel so good, babe... ugh...

[As it stands, this isn't the most comfortable location for this. They could be in a bed somewhere, on a cozy-enough mattress that supports both of their weights. Instead, Wolfwood is laying back on a couple of sleeping bags on the hard-wood floor of a wagon they stole, yet the stiffness of the floor couldn't be further from his mind right now. He'll be feeling it by morning, of course, but for now?

All he can feel, really, is that cock. That massive cock that's no longer just tentatively moving in and out of him, now having set a regular pace that ekes a moan from his lips with every thrust. He can feel Ain's thighs connecting with his own, and what he thought would make him feel small and inferior makes him feel wanted and loved.

....wait. No, not that-

A higher-than-normal whine issues in the back of his throat when Ain suddenly hits something that feels particularly good, his face half-buried in the crook of Ain's neck as his free arm reaches around Ain's shoulders and tries to pull him closer. He'd have both arms wrapped around his neck if one wasn't so busy being held.]

H-hahh...hhh...fuck...fuck...

[This is, truly, the pinnacle of Wolfwood's coming-to-terms-with-being-closeted. He's never felt anything like this, ever. And it's not simply the pleasure, but the deep connection he's feeling at the same time. It's like...

Something he's found for the first time, and he doesn't want to have to let it go.]

Please...k-eep- ...goin'...

[You're so cute, honey, he is so not stopping anytime soon. Ain will hold himself back for as long as possible so that he can see Wolfwood come undone underneath him, so don't worry about a thing. He has great control... over that specifically. If it were up to him right now and they didn't have somewhere to be, he'd probably spend all night fooling around.

They'll do this in a bed next time so whoever bottoms doesn't need to break their fucking spine. There shouldn't be a next time, but Ain is already thinking of next time. Maybe they'll find a nice cabin in the mountains and— okay no stop this isn't the time. Cease. Stop. You don't love him or want to keep him, you want his money, hhh...

Ain allows Wolfwood to pull him closer, capturing his lips in a deep, sloppy kiss, one which he constantly has to interrupt because he's too busy moaning about it to really do anything else. There's no finesse to it, nothing except Ain going absolutely feral and trying not to climax too early. The sound of their hips slapping together is audible in the narrow space, the sleeping bags rustling underneath them. Ain pants heavily against Wolfwood's skin, brow furrowing in pleasure.

It's too good. Fuck, he has way too much sexual chemistry with this straight boy.]

[Before today, Wolfwood had no idea sexual chemistry was real. He didn’t think it was a thing. His ideas about everything were based around a very toxic mindset and were, frankly, wrong. He’s having to come to terms with how wrong he’s been, and how much he’s starting to think that maybe…just maybe, this…

It might be a change that he doesn’t mind. And that scares him, deep down.

Right now though, his logical and primal brains are not on the same planet right now. The no-homo feelings are buried six feet under as he rises his hips up frantically to meet Ain’s as they come down into him, over and over and over. It’s fast now, but he wouldn’t say it’s so fast as to be painful or overwhelming. No, it’s just right. Just barely enough that he still finds himself whimpering at Ain for more. Faster, harder. He’s drawn blood along Ain’s shoulders at this point, his nails dug in so deep that he would have to physically pull back to get away. He’s leaked a puddle all over his front and down his inner thighs, his body desperate for release.

He is going to cum from his ass for the first time. He can feel it coming at the edges of his senses before it actually hits him full force like a runaway wagon, a sobbing-cry tearing from his throat as he tries to throw himself up into the tight stretch of Ain’s cock as he peaks. His peak brings with it an orgasm like no other, his seed streaking all the way up onto his own collarbone, onto Ain, all over his abdomen…

His vision gets hazy, quickly blackening around the edges as he throws his head back and cries out again, stars exploding behind his eyes. He can’t…

He just can’t. He can’t believe it.]

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