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[There we go, was that so hard?? (Yes, Ain was purposely making it difficult, Wolfwood cannot be blamed.) Ain grins from ear to ear practically, but that quickly melts away into a slack-jawed moan when he ups the pace to what it was previously, breakneck enough to where the skin contact is audible in their little room. And Ain, as usual, is loud. He is Loud-Loud, to the point where they're certainly going to get a "please be fucking quiet" notice during breakfast tomorrow.

He does not care. He is riding Wolfwood like a bull at a rodeo, barely holding onto his own sanity all the while. He barely has the ability to tug the leash at this point, focused more on balance than giving Wolfwood more bruises to his thighs or yanking him forward, but he does manage to at least remember the collar this time. Ain's eyes are half-lidded, cheeks pink, and the way he's tightening up says he's probably riding close to that edge.]

Mm— h-haaha... do you wanna cum, baby?

[Thank you. Wolfwood, of course, melts into the renewed quickness just as readily as ever, a throaty moan escaping him only to be drowned out by Ain being much louder. Loud-Loud is an understatement, but since he's sure people fuck in this Inn all the time, he can't say he cares all that much. Fine him or whatever, he's getting laid.

Ain keeping the leash taught, at least, is plenty enough for Wolfwood. It makes him feel used in a way that he can't quite get enough of, the steel of the metal cross continuing to glint into Ain's eyes as it bounces off the collar with every hard thrust down against him. Over and over again, until Wolfwood too can feel his orgasm finally building. Balls tightening, shaft pulsing dangerously as deep in Ain as he can go...

He nods so hard his hair falls down into his eyes, suddenly reaching up with one hand so he can catch Ain by the back of the neck, dragging him down for a bruising kiss in lieu of a verbal response.]

[Ordinarily Ain would be like "a kiss does not get you what you want", but the fact is he's so biased toward Wolfwood he suddenly can't bring himself to care if the response is verbal or physical. Dick game too bomb, Ain doesn't want to quit, he's having a difficult time quitting in general because that means edging himself twice in a row and he is way too far gone to consider it.

No, he's going to bounce his hips so hard it makes both of them climax hard enough to see stars. God, he's gorgeous. God, Ain wants to see him come undone and look at the claw marks and bruises on his hips in the mirror come morning. God, he wants to keep Wolfwood forever.

It's all very bad. And yet Ain isn't stopping himself from feelings nor from pleasure, eagerly kissing Wolfwood back as deeply as he can before he has to break that kiss to moan into the man's mouth. It takes once, twice more where their hips collide, and then Ain suddenly tenses and shudders, sinking down onto Wolfwood one last time as he comes undone right in his lap. And after a second... he keeps bouncing, trying to further Wolfwood along too, not having forgotten that he's got a submissive to get off too.]

[Incredibly, Wolfwood lasts longer than Ain this time. It's only by a fraction, but it's enough that if Ain had completely gone still in his orgasm, Wolfwood might have just started crying for real. Fortunately, that's not what ends up happening, and he's being taken well into account here...which Wolfwood greatly appreciates. He can't properly articulate that when he's being ridden within an inch of his life, but hopefully Ain can tell by the way he's got his nails dug in, and the way he's kissing him fervently like they're lovers, and not simply having sex.

He feels it as Ain cums, his seed splattering his chest while he tightens all around Wolfwood's cock, and honestly that would have almost been enough on its own...but when Ain moves just that little bit more, he's done. He's absolutely cooked, unable to hold back anymore as he helplessly spills over deep in Ain's ass. He chokes back a sobbing moan against the side of his neck as they fall away from their kiss, his entire body shaking from the intensity of his release as it happens.

Because, hey, turns out! Edging DOES make it stronger!!

And oh, boy. He is fucking Feeling It.]

[Ain only stills when he's pretty sure Wolfwood has finished stuffing him full, though he doesn't stop trying to kiss the man stupid, that's for sure. He's panting like he just ran a marathon, clinging tight to Wolfwood's shoulders in a full embrace just to kiss him deeper. It's very...

This isn't something you do with a friend with benefits. He's Attached and it's starting to show. Ain isn't that good of a liar to begin with. Maybe Wolfwood will be intoxicated enough to forget half of this and Ain will be both relieved and devastated at the same time.]

Mm... there you are. I told you...

[It most certainly isn't, and...whether or not Wolfwood will remember most, or any, of this come morning is still up in the air. It's very possible he will remember more than he lets on, but he just keeps that to himself to save face, or something.

But right now, though?

Right now, he is drunk. He is emotional. He is overwhelmed by feelings and he doesn't care how they're expressed, because even as Ain is speaking to him softly, Wolfwood is cutting him off with another kiss. Both hands reach up to take either side of his face now, kissing him in a way that's less aggressive and bruising this time, and more easy and languid as they come down from their mutual highs.

He says nothing at all. He just kisses and kisses Ain until his lungs feel like they'll really explode if he doesn't pull back and gasp for air.]

[Ughhhh now he's going to be addicted to Wolfwood-kisses (he already is) THANKS ASSHOLE... Ain kisses back, of course, and then starts scooping the blankets over then and maneuvering them both to lay down. Wolfwood is still in him, and that's fine. Wolfwood's not going to be the one with stiff legs if they sleep like this.

Squashes his face into the titties. Notice how he keeps doing this, he's going to live here now.]

Soft...

[Why is Wolfwood soft and warm... this is so fucked up.]

Speak...for yerself...

[Is said between heavy pants as Wolfwood keeps Ain close to his chest, unable to move even an inch as Ain helps lay them both down in the bed properly. Wolfwood is still in Ain, they are cockwarming, and he has no problems whatsoever with just sleeping in him like this. He doesn't want to move, overstimulation notwithstanding, his face buried into Ain's shoulder now as he keeps him cradled on his chest.]

Fuck....so tired...

Get some rest, love, I'll still be here when you wake up. I could fall asleep right on top of you.

[He can and he WILL, look at him, he's snug as a bug right now. They can clean up in the morning when Wolfwood is so hungover he's unable to see properly. For right now, Ain is going to pass out and try not to think about the fact that he has feelings.]

[Haha, well, don't consider yourself out of the woods yet, Ain...because as they cuddle up together under the sheets and Wolfwood begins to feel the heavy blanket of sleep start to overtake him, he gets the bright idea to talk before he fully goes under.]

M'sorry....m'such an asshole. [He says, his words muffled into his neck.] S'.......was really good.

Thank ya...

[And then he simply passes away.]

[......................

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA says Ain's brain, because no Wolfwood, you can't say that. You can't be sorry for being an asshole because it makes Ain have feelings. Please be mean to him (that won't actually help, Ain is also sexually attracted to assholes).

Well, now Ain's going to be awake for a bit longer than he wants to be, with his face squished up against Wolfwood's chest and his arms around the man's neck, holding onto him and wishing that things were a little better. Why can't he just have Wolfwood? Why is Wolfwood only nice when he's drunk? He won't apologise when he's sober and fully awake, that's for sure. He'll probably be more of an asshole tomorrow considering the headache he's likely to have.

Stupid. This is stupid. Ain doesn't want to be falling in love, he wants to ignore the butterflies in his chest that he gets whenever Wolfwood sees fit to give him a modicum of attention, but he can't. He knows what this feeling is, and no matter how many times he squashes it down...

It just resurfaces. And it gets worse the longer they're together.

...

Eventually, Ain separates from Wolfwood so that they're not glued together all night, but he doesn't bother to wash up or anything. He just flops onto his side and squishes up against Wolfwood before he falls asleep finally.

Stupid, stupid...]

[Wolfwood falls asleep, and he sleeps genuinely like the dead. If it weren't for the steady rise and fall of his chest to indicate breathing, Ain would be well within his rights to think he died for real. But no...he's just really drunk still, and as he sobers up over night, he will be plagued with the hangover from hell in the morning.

As for how much he remembers when that time comes...it's honestly about half and half. He doesn't forget literally everything in a blackout stupor, but he doesn't remember everything that happened with perfect clarity either. It's like...he just proceeded to black out at certain points all throughout the night, until he only remembers snippets of fucking Ain again (of course), and watching him on the stage. He seems to have completely blocked their snuggling in the booth from his memory, for better or worse.

Even if he hadn't remembered the sex, he'd surely remember it now as he peels his eyes open and feels that he's all...sticky. Both from jizz and sweat, and god knows what else, which prompts him to have kicked off the sheets at some point in the night, leaving him cock-out splayed like a starfish on the bed with Ain curled up under one of his arms.

He groans, deep and low like a dying elephant. Good morning!]

[ah, he loves this cock-out starfish— wait no no he doesn't he doesn't love Wolfwood at all that's fake. Anyway—

Ain wakes at the sound of an elephant... and then cranes his head up from where he's still burritoed, looking at Wolfwood spread on the bed like he owns the whole damn thing. Good lord man.]

...morning, love.

[He needs to stop calling him that or he's gonna slip up one day and put "my" in front of it.]

You want a bath? Or water to drink?

...I don't wanna fuckin' move.

[Is what he ends up saying, not moving an inch in that way that suggests he feels so terrible that if he did try to sit up he'd pass out.

...so yes maybe getting him a glass of water would be a decent first step to take.]

...okay.

[Yeah he's gonna sit up and stand up and streeeeeeeeeeetch his arms over his head... there are bruises and clawmarks on his hips from Wolfwood gripping him so tightly, as well as scratch marks from their soiree in the back of the wagon that are still a touch too red, which Wolfwood will be able to see if he wants to. Either way, Ain's proceeding to their stuff to grab a canteen, and then into the bathroom to refill it from the hand pump in front of the tub.

He paces back toward the bed, sits down, and hands Wolfwood the canteen. Please drink a water.]

It's not that cold. I bet the sun's warming the well... it's a bit late in the morning. But here.

[Eugh. The fact the water's warm this morning isn't something he wanted to hear, but he needs it regardless to help with how dry his throat became overnight. He grimaces, nose wrinkling as he reaches out for the canteen and just...does the unwise thing of drinking some while still laying down, but miraculously he ends up not drowning himself, somehow.

From there, after he hands the canteen back, he just...lays there. Still completely naked, bare to the world, his head throbbing and his entire body feeling like he got hit by a runaway train.]

God...god damn it...

[He feels so bad. Like this is probably the worst hangover he's had in some time, and he's had some doozies.]

Why'd I drink that much...th'fuck is wrong with me.

[It's because you were having gay thoughts and they scared you.]

I tried to stop you. You said you wouldn't have the opportunity again for a while and were living in the moment or something like that.

[Not an exact quote because Wolfwood was slurring and Ain was in his lap going "uh huh" but close enough to the point. He caps the canteen even though, to him, it feels like Wolfwood drained the whole thing.]

I don't really know what you were thinking otherwise. It wasn't about your hangover, that's for sure.

Mrrghhh.

[Eloquent, thanks Wolfwood.

He stretches his limbs a little until even that becomes too much, having to close his eyes again since the light in the bedroom- even just the small bit of sun coming through the blinds- is too much for him to handle right now.]

Don't even....remember comin' back here. [So that's a good sign.] You brought me...?

[Ain shuffles back into the bathroom to grab a wet cloth and start scrubbing Wolfwood down. At the very least, the man shouldn't be subject to dried jizz on his everything. Worsh worsh...]

...yeah. [Of course he doesn't remember. Sigh.] We were flirting. You said we should go back to the inn, and so I dragged you back here. I was pretty sure you weren't even going to be able to get it up last night because of how much you had.

[...right. They fuck fucked last night. That part he remembers enough, especially having woken up in the current state he's in. He's kindof amazed he was able to get it up in that condition too, if he's honest.

This...is starting to get out of hand, if he's getting drunk and having gay sex he only half remembers. And while Ain taking care of him is appreciated- he's shocked by it, actually- he thinks...

This might have to be where they end up parting, soon. He has to at least go as far as the next town to avoid suspicion, since that's the story he told Ain before. But after that, Ain will be going to the mountains alone.

At least. That's the plan, anyway.]

Guess I was pretty hammered.

[...]

I guess...uh. Sorry if I did anythin' weird.

[That's the plan! And it will totally be better for Ain's sanity when they part because then he can go back to being something of a sociopath yayyyy.

He finishes scrubbing Wolfwood down, puts the dirty rag on the edge of the bedpost to be collected by the maid later (sorry honey they were getting frisky), and then flops back into bed under the covers to curl up with Wolfwood. Despite his better judgement, Ain really doesn't want Wolfwood to leave. But he also can't say "hey I have a little bit of feelings for you sorry" right now, either. Or... perhaps it's not that he can't, but that he won't.]

...nothing weird. Just the stuff we did in the back of the wagon, basically. You were pretty touchy... it was nice.

...mm. Right.

[He figured as much. God, what the hell has gotten INTO him lately? He knows he can't possibly be that pent up, but...well, he's already had several meltdowns about being gay by now, and cried at least once about it, so maybe he's finally making that shift from denial into acceptance. Only time will tell, because being gay or straight is the least of his worries when he still has an actual job to do that he's been neglecting.]

I remember...bits n' pieces. You sure are fuckin' good at what you do.

[Take that as you will, Ain, that's probably the most of a compliment you'll get out of him while he's dealing with a migraine.]

...but right now, I need'ta not move until we leave.

[Or maybe Ain wants to throw him in the wagon and go, who knows.]

[Great!! Ain's good at what he does and Wolfwood is good at not touching him until coerced! Please love him he just wants to have things be reciprocated and not forced and not while in a drunken haze, he's getting desperate and antsy. It's a bad look.

Anyway, Ain has the self-awareness of a goldfish so he just puts his head on Wolfwood's chest.]

I know. I wanted to take today to rest more, especially for the horses. ...I can get you some food. Let me take a bath first.

[Not him a goldfish...

He hates, truly hates, how much he wants Ain to just stay where he is, laying on him like this while he languishes with a migraine. He wouldn't even be super helpful being there, but...it's what his heart wants, and that frightens him a little bit.]

Yeah...yeah. Take your time.

[...

Brushes...a hand over Ain's hair, briefly.]

I ain't goin' nowhere.

[Angry fluffed up cat noise (aka he's groaning a little and pressing his face into Wolfwood's titty like mrrrrghghghhh, he's fine). He wants to be loved! Please love him. :( ]

...I know you're not. You just said you weren't moving today about five minutes ago. [But he's getting up now, pushing off of Wolfwood and grabbing clean clothes from his stuff. Before he heads into the bathroom, he gives Wolfwood one last glance, frowning.] I really like spending time with you, and I like sleeping with you. You realise you're not paying for this anymore, don't you?

[And then he'll slip into the bathroom to let Wolfwood marinate on that for a bit.]

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