dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[Ain's curls will just bounce back into place, but that's fine. He will continue to snuggle for another minute before he focuses on worshin' the Wolfwood more, until he's all scrubbed and free of dirt.]

You don't "owe" me. You can just do things to be nice, you know. I like when you're nice. I like...

[This. He likes this, he likes the thought of them sharing a bed tonight, he likes the thought that they'll wake up together and have their free breakfast.

Fuck.]

...when you're honest, and when you're not being a total jerk all the time, haha.

[Doing nice things for people just because you're nice? Wack, sounds fake, 0/10 that isn't real.

But, sure. He guesses he can believe he's nice, sometimes. Not all the time, it's definitely a rare occurrence, but...he has his moments. That's fair enough. Contrary to popular belief (Wolfwood's belief), he isn't all bark and bite.

He's not always an honest man, though. Like right now, how he's stringing Ain along for the purposes of his own ill-gotten gains. It's still on his mind, yes, it's just...not particularly at the forefront of it, right now.]

Like I said, don't get used to it. I'm just too tired to be mean right now.

[uh huh sure that's what it is]

Okay.

[Grabbing a cloth for himself...]

I'll wash my own cuts, then.

[He can wash his own back Wolfwood he doesn't need you!! He's got this watch as he wiggles around and does just that—]

[…hey, wait-]

Oi. I said I was too tired to be mean. I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna return the favor.

[Holds out his hand. C’mon cough up the cloth-]

You said not to get used to you being nice. This sounds like I'm gonna get used to it.

[But! The cloth is handed over, and Ain spins in the water to face away from Wolfwood. There's mostly a lot of dried blood to wash away. It looks like some of the thin scratches might've reopened on the road, bled a tiny bit, and then stopped, as hairline cuts are wont to do. They'll heal within the next few days tops, but they do need to be cleaned.

Ain isn't complaining, really. He asked for this. The roughness lets him know he's doing a good job.]

How about you don't give me a reason to change my mind...

[Wolfwood grumbles in a way that certainly sounds threatening...yet here he is, continuing to worsh Ain regardless. He's surprisingly careful with it too, frowning where Ain can't easily see as he washes around the edges of the gashes. Occasionally, if Ain thinks he feels Wolfwood's fingers lingering near the cuts, no he doesn't.]

Shoulda' prolly bandaged these. You're gonna need to wash your shirt.

If you changed your mind, it would really send the point home.

[But he hasn't! He didn't. Therefore...

...therefore Ain's problems are only going to worsen. Fuck. He'll just not think, surely that's the solution to all of this?]

Are they that bad? Bandages are limited, and I was on autopilot all day... I didn't even think about using any. I sort of just... went through the motions.

Not that bad, but they opened up again.

[It is a great thing they didn't let the river water get in them. Ain would be riddled with infection, at this point. Gotta love wild water!!

Wolfwood is making sure to wash away the blood though, careful as he can be not to get soap directly over the cuts, even though he does feel the need to wash them out properly.]

I didn't even realize I dug in that deep.

Aww, but it felt good... Maybe you can be gentler next time?

[Careful Ain, you'll scare him and make him homophobic again! (He hasn't stopped being homophobic, but he's not doing it where Ain can see.)]

I'll rest for a while, and they shouldn't open up a second time. At this rate, I'll be asleep past sunrise... I could fall asleep on you right now, actually.

[That's right...Ain hasn't really gotten any sleep since last night, has he? It's Wolfwood that's going to be awake half the night...

He tosses the washcloth back over his own shoulder for a moment so he can rinse the soap off Ain's skin, smoothing calloused fingers over his bare skin in a way that is probably unnecessary.]

I won't let you drown, if you wanna.

[Ain seems to consider it for a moment, but... Inevitably, he shakes his head.]

No, it wouldn't be good for either of us to sleep in the bathtub. You'll be stuck here since you can't walk, anyway. I can fall asleep on you when we make it back to bed.

[Which should be soon, all things considered. They're both worshed, Ain is simply swaying back and forth like a kitten who can't keep its eyes open. Driving for twelve hours after being up too late into the night having nasty gay sex will do that to a man. He clearly has limits. They're just difficult to reach.]

I'll help you out of here. C'mon.

[Sleepy kitten Ain...cute.

Wait. Not cute. He shouldn't be thinking that he's cute, stop that.

As nice as the warm water is, they should get out. Warm is becoming lukewarm pretty rapidly, and he can feel that his skin is starting to get all pruny...so he'll stiffly stand up, leaning heavily against Ain for support. He will practically have to be carried back to bed once again, but once they've dried off and have gotten there...

Wolfwood doesn't. Get dressed? He does not put any clothes on. He just goes for the bed immediately, waiting for Ain to climb in after him.

Why yes he does regularly sleep nude if he has the option to do so and isn't camping, hi.]

[Oh thank God, okay, Ain was gonna get dressed but if Wolfwood isn't then he's also gonna just be naked. He'll do the laundry tomorrow morning or afternoon or whatever. He is crawling his bare ass into bed and snuggling right against Wolfwood.

Hi.]

You're so warm... makes me sleepy...

[Ain you're already sleepy??]

If you wake up before I do, get me something sweet for breakfast... I don't think they serve until eight or nine anyway, but just in case.

[Squashes his face up into Wolfwood's chest. Hi he will sleep Here thanks.]

[You know, it's not surprising that Ain doesn't mind the naked sleeping. That isn't surprising. What is a little surprising is the way he immediately curls up close despite this, making a home for himself on Wolfwood's chest in a way that suggests that Wolfwood might have tried to push him off, if this were happening earlier in their time together.

...but he doesn't. He's still until Ain settles before he rests his hand in the middle of his back where those cuts aren't present, his cheek resting against the top of his hair. It's the way he might sleep with a woman, if any of the woman he'd ever slept with were actually interested in cuddling like this. Most of them either left immediately, or they slept on the other side of the bed because they weren't getting paid extra to cuddle.

This...isn't being paid for. It isn't transactional.

He doesn't know how to feel about it.]

Yeah yeah. I will. Just get some sleep, yeah?

Okay.

[...]

I know, [he starts with a tired sigh, clearly only 10% awake judging by how much he mutters and slurs,] you only came with since we were going the same direction on the same day. And you probably wanna keep going...

[He takes a deep breath, and for a moment, it seems like he's fallen asleep entirely. A minute passes before he speaks again, muffled into Wolfwood's skin, while his hands grip the larger man around the waist.]

...don't leave yet. I don't want...

[...and after that, mid-sentence, he's out like a light.]

[Well. He was doing okay dealing with these feelings, at least until Ain just dropped that little bomb in his lap.

Don't leave yet. I don't want... you to leave, presumably. But why? Why does Ain not want that? Beyond the sex, they're not...friends. They're not supposed to be anything to each other, especially on Wolfwood's end. Ain is a means TO an end, but nothing more than that.

Yet. He can't let Ain get away from him, either. They've already headed pretty far out, back closer to where his group left their camp, but...Ain could still easily slip through their fingers if Wolfwood were to part ways and he suddenly decided to leave that very same night. It's not a risk he can take, after making it this far.

But why...why does just thinking that way make his chest hurt, and his stomach nauseous? He doesn't know. He doesn't like it.

With brows furrowed, Wolfwood strokes Ain's back a few more times, his body eventually relaxing against the mattress. He's not even sure how many hours he lays there like that, unable to sleep...and it isn't just due to having napped most of the day away.

Does Ain end up sleeping through breakfast?]

[Honestly, had Ain's filter been on, he wouldn't have said that at all. He would've coped if Wolfwood got up and ditched him, and it would've proven to him that he is, indeed, a loveless creature who will remain unloved. It would've sealed in his whole "I don't do love, I don't know how to love, I don't need it" thing he's been on about. But no, his filter was very off, and he's blurted out now that he wants Wolfwood to stay, for weal or for woe.

He absolutely sleeps through breakfast. Even if Wolfwood getse up to grab them some, Ain won't stir, he'll just make an "mmmrhghghrghphh" type groaning noise and roll over and sleep facedown with his head in a pillow??? He's Fine (he's not fine).]

[Unsurprising, really. In that case, if he's able to get up without Ain trying to drag him back down into the sheets, he will get up and go get breakfast as he promised. Free breakfast isn't much, in all honesty. Eggs and potatoes cooked in a skillet, some sausage...things you'd expect. Since Ain asked for something sweet, however, he'll bring back some biscuits and honey, as well as some fresh fruit they had out alongside the more protein forward things (that Wolfwood mostly got for himself lbr).

All of this he brings back on a wooden tray, very slowly by the way because he's still hobbling everywhere because of his broken ass, sliding into a seat on the edge of the bed where Ain is still slumbering with his face mashed into the pillow.]

You're still sleepin'?

[Free breakfast isn't much but it's fucking free, and that's what Ain's excited for. He'd probably have sprang up and eaten too much had he not, uh... just kind of faceplanted.

Twelve hour journey, emotions, you know, all things that make a man real tired.

Wolfwood's voice stirs him, at least.]

Mm... no... 'm'up...

[...he smells food. Ohhh he's sitting up and holding his hands out, gibe. Gibe food. He will eat totally naked it's fine.]

[Snorting, Wolfwood hands the tray over with the fruit on it to Ain, keeping his own balanced on his knees.]

That woke you up. They didn't really have a whole ton down there, but I grabbed as much sweet shit as they had available.

[Maybe next time they'll have griddle cakes or something-]

I like eating.

[Stated simply, while he grabs the silverware and balances his tray on his lap, digging in immediately. He's so hungry... his body is screaming "we did too much yesterday please eat" and he is obeying.]

Thank you for getting us food. Sorry for sleeping so long, haha... I was pretty comfortable, you know? It's nice to sleep in a bed and not on the ground. It's the first time I've slept in a bed in a long time.

[Because he was sleeping in a decrepit shack before Wolfwood met him, and before that he was on the road, and before that... huh, who knows how long it's been, really.]

Eh, it's fine. It's th'same for me too, really. I'm more used to campin'.

[No permanent home, no bed...not often staying in a town long enough to need to stay over at the Inn unless it's a situation like when he was tracking Ain down.

He shoves a piece of sausage into his mouth.]

It was nice, I'll admit. My back hurts a whole lot less than it did.

Aww, my first time was like that, too. You get used to it after a while.

[Not that Ain is Assuming (he's assuming), but uh, Wolfwood and him get along like wildfire sometimes, don't they? So...

...

God it's going to be impossible to get rid of him isn't it. Ain's going to steal his wallet and be real sad about it and probably cry. He will never recover from this.]

You don't want any fruit? It's good for you, you know.

You told me to bring you any sweets they had, so I did. I didn't wanna eat your fruit and get you pissed off at me.

[He says simply as he eats, leaning back a little. You know, as if he couldn't have brought enough fruit for BOTH of them...he just knows how much Ain is capable of eating.

It is A Lot.]

Yeah, babe, I meant... you could have gotten your own? You only have meat and grains there.

[Is eating fruit gay now... does it make one, say... fruity?

Ain pierces a grape with his fork and holds it up to Wolfwood's lips.]

I'm willing to share with you, but I want a bite of your sausage in exchange.

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