dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[Sorry Ain, Wolfwood is still struggling with himself, so that's still a long way coming. But at the very least, he is here. That's more than can be said for where he was just days prior, having cut ties with Ain over what was ultimately nothing.

...well. Perhaps not nothing. But as far as Wolfwood thinks, it's nothing now if he never reports back to his gang.

It's fine. They'll be fine. They have to be.

He lets his eyes drift closed as Ain washes him, things feeling no different than they had the last time they bathed together like this. It makes him wonder...how he could have ever thought they didn't have something, like this.]

Mm...m'glad. I want you to be happy.

[Listen, cuddling in the bath is definitely a start, okay. Beggars can't be choosers, and Ain is humming a little song regardless. He looks pleased, and that's really all you can ask for at like, nine pm after a long, heartbroken journey.

Worsh worsh worsh. Don't look now Wolfwood, but he's doing your hair too.]

And that means you're gonna hold me all night, right?

[Immediately kicks on the "needy" like :) ]

[Oh, the humming...he really, really missed that.

He relaxes visibly into Ain's touch, nodding a little as he leans into the hands in his hair like a cat.]

'Course it does. Trust me, I didn't run all this way to not get to hold you as much as possible.

Hehe... good! I missed having a body pillow.

[Wolfwood is the body pillow. Yes he's all muscly and hairy and covered in scars, but still. Body pillow.

Kisses Wolfwood's cheek as he scrubs his hair, then Ain will instruct him to cover his eyes so they don't get sudsy as he pours water over Wolfwood's head. More humming ensues throughout this process, until finally Wolfwood is soap-free and Worshed.]

Are you feeling better after you ate? I stress-ate probably one hundred apples on the road, [Ain,] or, no, more like seventy because I gave the other apples to the horses, but still. [Ain, sweetie.] I have another crate of them! It was overkill to get that many crates, but they're out in the wagon and they haven't gone bad yet.

[Ain....Ain that is so many apples.

With a soft chuckle under his breath, Wolfwood leans back and pushes his wet hair up out of his eyes, resisting the urge to shake like a dog and get water all over the place.]

A lot better. I've only had jerky for the past couple days.

[So, yaknow. Wolfwood ain't exactly hitting the major food groups either.

Now that Ain's finished with him, Wolfwood will immediately steal the cloth away from him and gesture for him to turn around. Come on Ain, your turn.]

....I missed your singin', yaknow.

Did you?

[Ain spins around to let Wolfwood do his thing. Unsurprisingly, those scratches Wolfwood left down his back a week ago now are completely healed, and he's no worse for wear there. Unfortunately it does look like a mosquito bit him just behind the neck, RIP, he'll be fine though. That happens out here.]

I'll sing for you lots to make up for lost time, but only if you promise to have a real meal with me tomorrow. This place seems to be for tourists, for the most part, or travellers just passing through, so I bet they serve nice food!

[That's fine, he'll just kiss the back of his neck. There, all better. :)

Worsh worsh]

Hah...I promise. Anythin' is gonna be a real meal compared to what we've been livin' on.

[Apples and beef jerky mmmmm]

This place better be better food wise than any we've had so far, with how ritzy the town is.

I bet it will be. It's mostly untamed wilderness out here due to the terrain, so there's probably lots of good meat.

[Ain is thinking about food... unsurprisingly. He does like a good meal.]

I mean, it probably won't be much different than down the mountains, but there are more wild berries and stuff too, right? Maybe there's a different sort of cobbler I can get. That juneberry one on the farm was really yummy.

[Unfortunately the memory of it is tainted somewhat by that being the thing Ain ate before Wolfwood fucking dumped him.]

[SORRY AIN he didn't mean to ruin your pie :(

Wolfwood methodically works his hands through Ain's hair after he's washed his back sufficiently, so don't worry if he ends up lingering on this for a while. Ain's hair is soft...]

It might not be different technically, but it's gonna feel fancier by proxy, you watch. That's how they get tourists up here. The atmosphere and shit makes everythin' feel a lot more expensive and worth spendin' money on.

[He could also be just talking out of his ass, but that's what his experience has been floating from town to town living that thug life.]

Ohh, is that how it works?

[Ain sort of gets it, he supposes, but honestly he's been on the road so long that it's a blur. Some towns are nicer than others, some outposts are nicer than others, sometimes you nearly starve to death in the desert... that's life baybee!]

Haha, I guess we'll see, huh? Do you think this is the sort of place to put inedible flowers on your plate for presentation?

[Just slaps a whole-ass wildflower on your steak like there you go bestie.]

I dunno if it goes that far...but it's possible, I guess.

[He's gently rinsing Ain's hair now, having him tilt his head back and close his eyes so he doesn't accidentally get soap into them.]

Not sure how I'd feel about that though. Kinda feels weird to have shit on your food you ain't supposed to eat.

[It's ~garnish~ bro he's going to eat it anyway thinking it's food wdym-

He finishes rinsing Ain off as he says this, and once he does, he puts his arms gently back around him to guide him into leaning back into his front, both of them sinking back down into the still-warm water. We are soaking now.]

[Bath time for baby bird? Bath time for baby bird!! Ain gleefully lays down against Wolfwood, not weirdly contorted his time, and hums softly to himself. It echoes just a tiny bit in the bathroom, but that's fine.]

People do it, though! I don't really get why. I guess they're trying to be creative?

[Just eat the rose petals. Just devour them. Delicious.]

I can't cook, so it's not like I get it. I just like to eat things that taste good. Like you!!

[He's in such a good mood since Wolfwood came back (checks watch) an hour ago, help.]

[Okay, that? That gets Wolfwood to really laugh. Like an out loud guffaw of a laugh. Never would have thought he would have laughed that hard at an eating-out joke, but hey.]

You kiddin'? Ain't no way I taste good at all.

[He likes to imagine he probably tastes pretty bad actually, considering the shit he tends to eat-]

[Aww, Wolfwood's laugh is so cute... ugh, he missed you, you big stupid homophobe. No longer straight boy, but definitely a boy who is trying his best here.]

You're cute when you laugh. I think I said that to you before... mmm, maybe a week ago now, but I really do like it, and I really do think you should do it more.

...

Are you ticklish? I could make you!

[Wolfwood doesn't laugh all that often, but when he does? The whole hall is going to hear it. He knows people will be hearing them through their walls if Ain tries to tickle him.]

Don't even think about it, unless you don't wanna keep your hands.

[That's said as he ruffles Ain's (wet) hair, which lbr does absolutely nothing-]

[It makes his hair wetter because, surprise, Wolfwood's hands are wet. Magical how that works right?]

Uh-huh! But what if I want to risk it?

[It's too late at night for y'all to be risking it!]

I'm ticklish too, you know. You could get revenge!! [Picks up Wolfwood's hand... lightly tickles his palm. Teehee heehee.]

Of course you'd wanna risk it. That's just the kinda person you are.

[His response is wry as Ain pulls his hand in to tickle the center of his palm, which actually isn't super ticklish at all due to how calloused his hands are to begin with. He wins this round, his smirk crooked as he brings his other hand around and pokes his index finger lightly into Ain's side.]

Pretty sure you're gonna be way more ticklish than I am anyway.

[Ain immediately jumps like half a foot to the side, butting up against the edge of the tub with a snicker through clenched teeth. Oh yeah, he's ticklish.]

Maybe! Every part of me is pretty sensitive. [And then he giggles and shuffles back into place, holding onto Wolfwood's hand because he's got it and he's gonna hold it. ...smooches his palm.] I can't believe your hands don't tickle!

[Bingo. Wolfwood snickers, moving his hand just slightly so he can lay it along Ain's side, not quite tickling him there but. You know.

Threatening.]

Yeah. My hands are real calloused, so I don't feel a whole lot there. Moreso on my fingertips and certain parts of my palms.

[He'll stretch his hand out a little more so Ain can play around with it, his ears burning the moment he kisses him there.]

[Ain feels sufficiently threatened thanks.]

Yeah, but I like your hands. They're all big and stuff.

[Ain traces the lines of Wolfwood's palm with his nail, humming.]

Mine aren't big. They're dainty. I guess I have long fingers and all, but... [Presses their palms together and splays their fingers out,] Your hands are still bigger.

[Brings Wolfwood's fingers to his lips and gives them a little kiss.]

Well, I like your dainty hands. Do you know what I could do with fingers as long as yours?

[He’d be like, twice as good at fingering-

His expression turns fond as Ain kisses his fingers, prompting him to trace his lips with his thumb.]

There’s. A lot about you to like.

Oh, I don't know, you're already pretty good with your fingers...

[Tilts his head back at Wolfwood and winks.]

What do you like about me? I think you should tell me. In great detail, too!

[Haha this is Skirting a line, he thinks…but it’s okay to shower him with compliments, right? That isn’t quite the same as admitting to “love”.

He ponders that for a moment as he traces his lips again, his fingers moving back slowly into his hair.]

Your lips. [He says before he can stop himself, like that is the GAYEST answer you could have given jesus.] …and your eyes. They’re like little galaxies. I’ve never seen anybody with eyes so bright as yours.

[Wolfwood: I'm not in love with Ain
Also Wolfwood:

So anyway, Ain starts giggling, briefly kicking his feets in the water. He is so giddy and excited thank you.]

They're just green! [But he laughs and twirls his wet hair around anyway.] Do you really think they're that pretty?

[Yeaah no this man looooves you Ain-

He nods slightly, looking more than a little distracted as he uses his hand to tilt Ain’s head back a bit further.]

Yeah. They’re…real vibrant. And you got so many freckles…they’re kinda all over, I noticed.

[Oh his cheeks, his shoulders, his ass.]

Everythin’ about you is pristine otherwise…but the freckles kindof…add to it.

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