dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[But what if...they did sleep like this. What if he simply died, actually-

Wolfwood is still just barely coherent, groaning softly under his breath all the while as Ain kicks the sleeping bags over them, and honest to god if Ain weren't keeping them on track Wolfwood probably would just go to sleep with Ain still in his ass. Oops.]

Ffffuckkkkk...

[Is all he manages initially, his cheek pressed against Ain's shoulder.]

M'fuckin'...lower half....s'numb...

[How is he supposed to move like this-]

Well... You came three times and got fingered for half an hour, I dunno, I warned you.

[Ain would love to stay buried in Wolfwood all night! It's warm in there! But Wolfwood's going to be unable to Person tomorrow... probably no matter what, but Ain thinks it'll be worse if they sleep like this.

He kisses Wolfwood on the collarbone and then sits up, unclipping the leash from the collar. Then, Ain decides to end the cockwarming earlier than he would otherwise, sitting back and pulling out with a groan. Sorry about everything that comes out after Wolfwood, that's how sex is, but he'll at least do Wolfwood the courtesy of cleaning him up with a rag.

And then he's back under the sleeping bag cocoon and snuggling in.]

[What is Ain being so sweet to him for, genuinely...

He does have a point, though. He's never cum twice in one night, let alone three times. Usually he's a one-and-done kind of dude, so you can imagine the kind of stress his body is under. Oh, and maybe there's some stress because a whole gallon of semen is coming out of him hold please-

Wolfwood groans, throwing his arm over his eyes as it happens. He wants to apologize, but what exactly does he have to apologize for, really? Getting the wagon floor messy? Babe this ain't yall's wagon technically, you thieved it.]

Mmh...thanks.

[Wolfwood mumbles to Ain as he crawls back into the sleeping bags alongside him, and Ain's reward?

A pair of big, strong man arms wrapped around him, holding him to his chest. His head is pillowed between just the biggest pair of titties on a man you ever did see.

This cowboy is kindof stacked-]

[Dear God, thank you for blessing him with fat fucking cowboy titties in his face. He will be sure to kiss and bite at a later date. Not tonight.

...

Okay one kiss. But that's it.

Ain's back stings as Wolfwood hugs him, but he can't bring himself to care. He simply accepts being cuddled and returns the hug, nuzzling in close. This is how you stay warm on a cold night, kids.]

Get some rest, Nick. I'll see you in the morning.

[Get some rest, Nick, is as far as Wolfwood gets before he's completely unconscious. He's never fallen asleep this quickly in his damn life next to being near-death, he's pretty sure. He just...his body, heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction, lets him slip away with Ain curled up against him, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn't known was possible.

He's safe. He's warm. He's...

...

It's 4 am. The sun has not yet risen to make the desert a blistering wasteland yet again. It's actually quite cold, still, when Wolfwood blinks awake. He's not fully conscious enough to think he needs to get up or anything like that, yet he finds himself staring at the edges of the flaps covering the wagon, where the moon's light just barely filters through. The cold of night reminds him, like icy cold water dumped over his head and shoulders, of what he's done.

Now, it's no longer fresh and new. It's not warm anymore, but instead cold and final as the realization settles into his chest. He had sex with a man, completely sober and willing, and he enjoyed it. He can't get around that. He genuinely enjoyed it more than he ever would have with a woman, and it's awakened him to feelings he's been trying to shove to the wayside ever since he and Ain first met. They'd started out as little inclinations, a bit of curiosity here and there, an excuse to get closer so he could make his job easier.

It's no longer that easy. It's become personal in a way he wasn't prepared for, and now...

A sob hitches in the back of his throat, thick and muffled against Ain's shoulder. He only barely manages to bite it back so it's not loud enough to wake him, pressing his face a little harder against him.

He knows he has no choice but to let himself cry, because if he tries to bottle it up, it's going to explode out of him in a place that Ain will be able to see...and he isn't sure he could handle that.]

[Ain, of course, has nothing to cry over. He's still out like a light when Wolfwood wakes early and sobs into him, and by now, he is perfectly comfortable with himself. If he goes to Hell, so what? Who cares? Not this guy, no shot.

He sleeps through it either way, breathing softly, content like a cat. When he wakes up, it's actually as the sun rises, right at six...

And he just groans. He wants to sleep in.]

Stupid sun... I'm cuddling over here
...

[He wouldn't say he's a cuddler (he's absolutely a cuddler, he's just kicked himself out of everyone's beds first), but hey, sun, go back to bed. Let him sleep more, he's tryna hug a cowboy.

This is how Ain wakes up in the morning. Bleary, grouchy, and today especially, not willing to be a person because he wants to snuggle. Unfortunately, they gotta get moving, so after a momentary sigh Ain just

pushes himself to a sitting position and stretches. Then looks at Wolfwood and pats his head. Pat-pat.]

Morning, dear.

[Wolfwood isn't sure when or how he fell back to sleep, just that he did at some point when he started weeping at 4 am. He thinks he might have just cried himself back to sleep? Unclear. Either way, he's...exhausted by the time six rolls around and it's time to actually get up, and when Ain peels away from him, he feels...like he wishes he could stay longer.

He doesn't want to move yet. He doesn't want to have to get up and face reality yet.]

Mmrgh...

[His eyes are glued shut from crying, and his face feels uncomfortably sticky. He smears at it blindly with the heel of his hand, trying to roll over halfway to bury his face into a clean part of the sleeping bags.]

Whas' ur' hurry...lay back down.

[He grumbles, despite knowing they need to move now before it gets too hot for the horses.]

I wish, but sleeping on hard wood all night sucks. I'd rather sleep in the sand... at least that has some give to it.

[Brushes Wolfwood's hair from his eyes... good morning, beautiful, tired man. You are so pretty.

Ain slides away so he can get dressed.]

Besides, the horses are gonna be pretty sad if we get moving late and it's too hot. Then we have to travel longer, too. We're almost to the next town, though. If we make good headway today, we can probably extend the trip a couple hours into the night and arrive in one piece...

[Wolfwood will get to see Ain's whole butt while he's shuffling into his pants, sorry, modesty is gone now we've fucked twice.]

[Good lord, Ain. Your cheeks.

Wolfwood barely manages to will himself to get up, and it's half because Ain brushed his hair from his eyes like that. Ugh. He forces himself to sit up, rubbing a little harder at his eyes before shucking a hand through his extremely messed up hair. It feels like it should be much later than it is...]

Yeah yeah...since when did you turn into th'voice of reason?

[Grumble grumble...where the hell did his clothes end up-]

[Yeah, the ass is one thing, the state of his fucking back is another. It's torn up around that tattoo, scabbed over and bloody. Wolfwood should probably check for DNA under his fingernails because good lord. As he's pulling his shirt on, the cuts sting, and Ain remembers his hubris. Like, ah yes... he said he wanted to be in pain in the morning, and he's fucking getting it.

Well, whatever, it's part of the fun, isn't it? (Sorry about your ass Wolfwood.)]

I've always been reasonable, and I think I'm smarter than you give me credit for. I just prefer to have a little fun.

[He's been on the road for the better part of almost 10 years, Wolfwood, he knows what he's doing. You're the one who told him to head to the mountains!

Anyway, plops Wolfwood's clothing on his chest.]

You can rest today, if you want. I'm gonna get the horses up and get us on the road.[Which requires, like, actually getting the wagon ready to move, too, but that's not going to take longer than a minute.] We'll sleep in a bed soon, love.

[And then off he goes, outside to do things! Sorry Wolfwood he's action-oriented right now because he needs to think about how he hasn't yet gotten rid of you yet and how he's starting to not want to? Hhhhh please just go away straight boy (no don't go) (but also go) (fuck)—]

[Wolfwood watches as Ain saunters out of the wagon, deep claw marks and all, pulling aside the canvas so he can head outside and probably find Angelina flopped entirely on her side sleeping like she's fucking dead. (She isn't, by the way, she just does this). Meanwhile, he ends up lagging behind a bit, still holding onto his clothes as he rubs his face a few times, staring at the wagon floor. The sleeping bags are kindof strewn about, there's...a mess, here and there, and he can still feel parts of him all sticky from it because Ain can't be expected to get everything until they wash off in the nearby river. That's...not a bad idea, come to think of it.

...

Don't look now, Ain, but there's the sound of an awful din at the back of the wagon, followed by a chorus of angry cursing. Turns out, Wolfwood forgot his legs don't work, and tried to get out of the wagon- butt-ass naked, by the way- so he could go wash in the river.

Turns out! Legs don't work after sex like that.]

[Ain is literally tending to Angelina now and trying to make her get up when Wolfwood just

screams, curses, and probably falls over.

...

Okay. Nevermind. What is he doing. Ain walks around to the back of the wagon again and holds back one of the flaps, looking at Wolfwood and his hairy, naked ass with a brow raised.]

You don't wanna lay down...?

I was gonna wash...

[He grumbles...from the ground because yes, he did just fucking fall head first out of the back of the wagon, how are you doing?]

I can't...fuckin' feel my legs.

Okay.

[Crouches down, scoops Wolfwood up so that his arm is around Ain's shoulder and he can support his weight that way.

Puts him back of wagon.]

Let me drive us closer to the river so that you don't strain yourself.

Strain myself? I ain't an old man, yaknow.

[With a huff, Wolfwoof allows Ain to help him back to his feet, at least long enough to get back into the back of the wagon. The way he pouts shows that he isn't happy about it, though.

>:| ]

No, you're a young man who got railed in the back of a wagon, of all places. Of course you're going to be sore.

[Ain "hahas" as he moves back toward the front, shutting the wagon flaps as he goes. There's a "hup" as he hops up onto the seat, and then the horses trudge on closer to the river. The ride lasts about a minute, but at least they get to get a drink while the boys bathe.

They should bathe, of course, but Ain sort of... spaced it, because he's too zeroed in on the fact that he Must get things done so they can leave, and he's also not the one that got fucking filled so oops. He's sorry.

Anyway, they park, and Ain swings around to the back to help Wolfwood get out of the wagon and into the river. It's deep enough to sit in, but shallow enough to where neither of them will be swept downstream. Yay.]

[If he were any more tired than he is now, he'd just simply let the river take him. That isn't what ends up happening, fortunately, but wouldn't it be funny if it did-

Once they make it to the water proper, Angelina trots over and slurp slurp slurp she'll be schlorping water for a while as Ain brings her master over to the water's edge, who is very much hobbling like an old man over here. His ass is fucking broken, to the point where he is only comfortable again once he's sitting in the shallow water. It's pretty cold this early in the morning, but it's refreshing for Wolfwood when he's still as sticky as he is. He'll get over the cold soon enough, and then it will get miserable and hot and he'll wish he was back here.]

You ain't gonna wash off?

You haven't even given me time to undress, love.

[He was helping YOUR ass in here first! But, yeah, Ain will join in, although getting river water in the scratches on his back might be a bad thing so hmm. He will just have to keep his back out of it.

He disrobes, then, throwing his clothes into the back of the wagon before he sits down. He is being... very careful here and it shows.]

...sorry. I know you're in pain. I'm not trying to forget about you, I'm just... I've never actually had a companion on the road before, and I'm on autopilot.

Yeah, well...I don't really do this often either.

[He has companions on the road pretty much constantly. That isn't a new thing. But having someone he's traveling with alone that he's been fucking? That one is uhhhhhhhhhhhh new. Very new.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize just how much Wolfwood fucked up Ain's back. To the point where he's scarred up that pretty tattoo...]

...sorry for scratchin' ya up so bad.

[He drawls, carefully scrubbing his skin in the running river.]

Mm-mm, don't worry about it. I did say I liked it. I'm just trying not to get river water in the cuts.

[It'll heal, and if Ain has to get it touched up later to account for any paper-thin scars then oh well, he'll do that. It's not the end of the world to him. He never sees it anyway.]

Between you and me, and I know this is gross, but I usually don't bathe when I'm travelling for short stretches. I just do it when I get back to town, but... I guess last night's activities warrant it, haha.

Let me know if you need help!

Please, that ain't gonna bother me. I've been way longer without.

[Lmao okay just gonna admit that one huh-

Worshing worshing...he glances over at Ain out of the corner of his eye.]

...I'll get your back if you can get mine. I'll be careful, promise.

[They're boys, of course they don't bathe.

Hums...]

I don't mind, but... there's a reason I'm trying not to get river water in the wounds. I don't want to risk getting an infection. [Medical care out here is uh... it sure isn't, actually, and Ain hums like he's been down that road before.] Let's just skip it. I'll wash your back for you regardless. You're not the one with cuts.

It'll be fine once we get into town and can boil some water in the bath. Like I said this morning, it's just another day and a half, if we push.

Alright...if you say so.

[Wolfwood, please, Ain is trying to not get an infection and die here. That would kindof hinder BOTH of your jobs if he died.

He rolls one shoulder as he turns around so his back is facing Ain, slumping forward a little with a heavy sigh.]

A bath with hot water ain't a bad idea. My body could use that right about now.

[Well, he'll still have to wait a day, but he doubts the soreness will be gone by then.]

[Scrub scrub... as best as they can scrub scrub last minute in a river, anyhow.]

Mm, yeah. [......] I've gotten real nasty cuts on the road before. Went to wash them in the river, got an infection, and I'm pretty sure I nearly died. I'm kind of not interested in repeating that, haha... After that incident, though, I learnt how to do stitches, and I'm pretty good at identifying threats. Better than I was before.

[Local man says this and has not parsed that, theoretically, Wolfwood is an active threat to him. Or he's supposed to be, anyhow.]

[Ain? Ain. Ain please don't be dying.

At least not until he can get you turned in, anyway.]

Jesus. Guess that's one way to learn.

[Wolfwood grimaces, folding his arms over his chest.]

I've needed stitches, but I ain't ever done my own. Guess that's prolly somethin' I should learn eventually.

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