dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

Mmm...you sure? What if you get close again?

[Oh, hi. Thank you for spreading your legs like that sweetie, he's enjoying the view. In fact, before he might have immediately gone for fingering him because he was too nervous to explore, but now? He'll bring his other hand around that he isn't planning on actually using to prep with, mostly so he can rub his hand over Ain's erection lazily, giving it a few slow strokes as he pushes his legs back a little bit further, reaching down to spread some of that oil along the skin on the outside first.]

It's true. I mean...I didn't really know if it was okay or not, at first....since. Yaknow.

[They have been kindof at odds, for good reason...

He rubs his fingers down Ain's perineum, all the way until he can carefully circle his hole.]

I'll take good care of you this time. Promise.

Oh, that's a guarantee, and you're just gonna have to live with the consequences. Remember I said "three or four" and we're at "one".

[He is going to show Wolfwood how to finger-blast a man to completion he swears to god. Which, speaking of that, it's getting difficult to speak again. Ain was expecting Wolfwood to just go for it, not to tease him like that, but his enjoyment is apparent in the way he bucks his hips into Wolfwood's hand and then immediately tries to chase after his fingers to actually get them inside. It feels damn good to have Wolfwood tracing his skin like that. Good enough to where he visibly shudders.]

You've already got teasing down, so I'm not that worried.

Oh? Is this teasin’? I thought it was a lot more…yaknow.

[He pulls his fingers past his hole again, making sure the tips catch against the rim.]

Deliberate? Maybe I was mistaken…

[Maybe he’s also just being a dick on purpose now as he teases actually sticking his fingers in, all while fondling his dick and balls with his other hand. He’s learning the art of multitasking over here, surely.]

[Whimpers, whines... bucks his hips just as Wolfwood presses past the ring of muscle and fucking sobs out a moan about it. Someone's a little desperate. Someone can't make it half a week without getting fucked clearly. The curse of a high libido.]

Aahhh... y-yeah, that's— that was teasing.

[Was, because now it's certainly not teasing, not when he's getting a simultaneous handjob and twitching in Wolfwood's palm. He's sticky from his earlier orgasm and wet from the second round of stimulation with basically no breaks, and God does he love every second of it. There's something about overstimulation for him...]

Y-you're... good with your hands, h-haaha...

[Since Ain is being so patient with him being curious and all, Wolfwood will at least lean in for a kiss while he finally gets his bearings, returning his hand to his entrance so he can make to start entering him for real this time.]

Mmm…glad t’hear it. My fingers are kinda big, so.

[Oh, he knows. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this after all, it’s just the first in a long while.

Speaking of: good lord does he always forget how tight this is, yet at the same time, Ain’s body takes him readily. He’s not sure if that’s more because Ain is just so horny for it, or if it’s because he’s used to it by now as Wolfwood gently rubs at his inner walls.]

I’ll try not to take too long.

[Little bit of column A, little bit of column B. Ain has slept with lots of men, many bigger than he is in any department, but he is also very much a whiny pillow queen right now. He's way more into those bigass fingers than he should be, because like Wolfwood said once before, sometimes people don't want to be stretched and stuffed.

Ain is not those people and does not subscribe to the idea that he shouldn't be filled like an overstuffed eclair.

Anyway, he's trying so hard to let Wolfwood learn and do his thing, but sometimes his hips do rock down while he rides those fingers. His own fingers, meanwhile, grip the bedsheets and claw at them in lieu of having Wolfwood leaning over him to rake his nails down. That'll be for later.

...the kisses are appreciated, though. Ain tries to lick his way into Wolfwood's mouth before more words are had.]

Don't worry about it. Just... curl your fingers like I showed you a while back...

Mmm…

[Giving a thoughtful hum, Wolfwood focuses his attention on following those instructions, trying to remember exactly what he was doing before that made Ain go so insane in the past. It’s not a difficult task to figure out, because just a few careful swipes of his fingers brings him back to the muscle memory, and within seconds he’s falling into a rhythm that’s already well on its way to becoming familiar.

He could get used to this. He wants to get used to it.]

How’s that feel, baby…?

[Wolfwood asks in a low undertone as he presses two fingers in deep, scissoring them carefully apart because he IS trying to prep him here, not just fingerbang him until he cums again-]

[Ohhh... yeah, that's it. That's how you prep a man and not fingerblast his brains out per se, though Ain is groaning about it either way. He loves men and he loves the attention of men, whether it's necessary prep work or actually being fingerbanged to orgasm. Wolfwood in particular is his favourite right now, though.

Ain gives a nod, willing himself to be still, but he is the most impatient motherfucker on the planet right now. On occasion, his hips rock down into Wolfwood's fingers, trying to drive him a touch deeper, especially when they curl in just the right spots and Ain practically sobs out a moan about it.]

G-good...

Betcha…I could get ya to cum from this, too. I won’t…but I could.

[Ain DID say he could make him cum three or four times if he wanted, but…honestly, as much as he is enjoying teasing the hell out of him, he’s starting to get impatient too. He’s eager to try this out, finally…and he knows it’s going to take him some time to get used to, so he needs to account for that.

So, yeah. How does three fingers already sound, Ain?]

I don’t wanna do too much, but…you let me know when you feel like you’re ready, alright?

Y-you could... [Especially going to three fingers already, which is fine — Ain has so much experience that it's not like they're skipping over anything important here. He's not hurting. He is, in fact, experiencing a fairly blinding amount of pleasure.] I definitely can, h-haha...

[He understands, though. He gets it, he wants Wolfwood to be buried in him as quickly as possible too, especially when he stares down between his own legs to Wolfwood's and just. Hhh.

He wants all his holes filled it's not fair :(

Ain gives it a few more minutes, biting down on his bottom lip as he tries to both muffle his voice and maintain composure, and then—]

I-I'm ready.

[If Wolfwood were just a little more experienced, he would be filling all of Ain's holes, but alas...perhaps next time he'll give it a try. For now, they'll be doing good with him filling just the one hole, and fill it he shall.

He exhales on an afflicted sound as Ain gives him the all-clear on being ready to continue after he's been working him open for some time, which...great timing, because Wolfwood is visibly dripping at this point. Wheezing on another moan, he pulls his fingers carefully free, wiping them off on the bedsheets as he fumbles to grab for the oil again, pouring a little more of it onto himself than he needed to so he can slick himself up.

He's never done this. He doesn't know if he'll be doing it right, but like...how hard can it be, really? Dick go in hole. He's put dick in hole many times, just not in an asshole, and not by himself.

He can do this, he tells himself as he lifts Ain's legs up a little further.]

Mkay...you'll stop me if I'm hurtin' you or bein' stupid, yeah?

I'll stop you. I'm pretty vocal when I don't like something.

[Like. Extremely vocal, actually. Wolfwood hasn't seen Ain bitch someone out in bed before and god willing, he won't have to, but Ain has ripped into some men for being clowns. He has stories, he will tell them.]

I trust you, Nick. Go as slow as you need to.

[I trust you. Loaded words towards someone who has been nothing but untrustworthy basically the entire time they've known each other, but...if Wolfwood has anything to say about it, that won't continue. Not from this point on, anyway.

He's still nervous. He wants to do this right, but isn't entirely sure he knows how to, yet. It's why he's taking his time as he takes a slow breath to steady himself, leaning in to press a brief kiss to Ain's forehead. For both of their sakes, really.]

...alright. M'goin'...

[Slowly...but he's going. Using one hand to carefully line himself up so that the tip is pressed against him before he starts trying to edge his way in. Even that much is a lot, but Ain used to just sit down on him wholesale, so he's at least familiar with the sensation. It's just a different beast, controlling the pace on his own.]

[Slowly, but better to go slow than rush it and somehow tear something. Not that Ain hasn't gone 0 to 100 before but again, Wolfwood is the one in control right now, Ain is not. He keeps his legs open and relaxes so that Wolfwood has an easier time, though...

The way his pupils are blown out and the way he grips the sheets probably says "impatient" or "faster" or something like that. Anticipation, perhaps. But Ain lets Wolfwood go as slow or fast as he wants regardless.

In a second here he's going to want to hold hands.]

[Not gonna lie, holding hands would probably help Wolfwood in this case. He needs something to calm him the fuck down...]

Nnngh. Fuckin'...Christ.

[Inhale...exhale...]

Were...you always this tight?

[Asks the guy who was previously so drunk the last time they did this that he probably didn't even register it, he just let Ain ride his brains out and asked questions later.]

[Ain may as well have hearts in his eyes by the time Wolfwood bottoms out. Like, good lord sir. You cannot enjoy dick That Much (he does).]

H-haha, you know... you said something like that last time, too. I'm pretty sure I've always been this tight.

[It's just every time Wolfwood was the penetrative partner in the situation he's been fucking hammered soooooo...]

Do you like it?

[Squeezes around Wolfwood tighter hey hi :) ]

It's...really fuckin' good.

[So, you know. No pressure or anything. Especially not when Ain squeezes around him deliberately like that, forcing another afflicted groan out of him as Wolfwood uses his grip on Ain's thighs to keep himself together. It's taking every ounce of his strength not to just plow into him right now, because the braincell is slowly ticking its way over from caution to "I need friction right NOW".]

I...I can see now why you made so much money, uh. D-doin'...what you did.

[You know.

Being a whore-]

[Rolls his eyes... playfully of course.]

Mm-hmm... haha, a lot of that was just blatant stealing. Some of it was genuine, though. I just really enjoy sleeping with people, what can I say?

[He wraps his arms around Wolfwood's shoulders... and then one of them does indeed drop down, actually, as he changes his mind to grab the man's hand instead.]

You're the only one now, though.

[Oh. Oh they’re holding hands now. Wolfwood’s face fucking flares red, and for a moment he’s hit with the realization that this is not just sex, it’s suddenly becoming a lot more intimate than that, if that were even possible.

And he…]

Ain. Listen, I uh-

[I love- ]

M…m’really glad you’re givin’ me this chance, yaknow?

[He finally moves just a fraction as he whispers this between them, grinding down against Ain as he brushes their lips together.]

I’m gonna…make it worth all the shit I put you through. I promise, Kay?

You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.

[Ain is about to tell Wolfwood to stop waxing poetic over here and just rail him already, like good lord man, and then he drops that last line and oh! Well! If he's gonna be so forward—

Ain wraps his legs around Wolfwood's hips as he moves in those slow, shallow thrusts, locking his ankles behind the larger man. They're holding hands, Ain's back against the pillow, and he looks damn happy through all the blushing and dilated pupils.]

I hope not. I want you to turn my pelvis into dust, okay? And then you can pamper me in the morning while I can't get out of bed.

Heh…I guess you’ll have earned it.

[One more kiss and a nuzzle for the road, then…because Wolfwood has a twink to fuck.

It’s still going to be slow at first, but Ain seems okay with that. He’s still trying to find his stride, especially when Ain is so tight around him as he is. He groans like the virgin he practically still is at this point, grinding his hips down hard against Ain’s with every slow push and pull, until that regular pace becomes something a little harder, maybe a touch faster…

And all the while Wolfwood is staring down at Ain, realizing he never even asked about the position. He just started fucking him missionary style because it’s all he knows-]

Haaah…haha…s’this okay? You…sure look like you’re enjoying it, f’that expression means anythin’…

[Aww babe you're so cute, he doesn't mind missionary and he'll show you how to rail someone facedown later. They've really only done two positions so far anyway, he can't expect Wolfwood to be creative yet.

Either way, the pace picks up, Wolfwood finds his rhythm, and Ain is absolutely fucking moaning about it. The look he gives Wolfwood is both loving and debauched at the same time. Half-lidded eyes, red cheeks, but oh God is he so, so in love with this man.]

Aahh... Babe, you're doing just fine...

[It doesn't feel rough and aggressive like they are sometimes. It feels... Loving. Oh no, it feels loving, and Ain shouldn't have that momentary "ah fuck" in his chest but he does. He absolutely fucking does. Love is scary and he's still scared of it.

Now, however, is not the time. His hand squeezes Wolfwood's a little tighter as their hips rock together.]

You feel so damn good...

[The love, at least theoretically, seems to be shared between both of them. It's just...not something Wolfwood has yet expressed verbally. It's almost like he can't, the words never coming, the feeling there, but something...stopping him. It's hard to say when he doesn't actually volunteer any attempts to open up about it, but maybe it's just as Ain is thinking to himself: love is scary! It's scary, commitment is hard, and he's been a gay man for all of a single day. He can only be expected to manage so much, after all.

At least you don't have to give undying expressions of love while you're having wild sex with someone, so Wolfwood simply isn't going to worry about that part right now. No, instead, he's going to angle his hips a little steeper, trying to see if he can get his dick in even deeper than it's able to reach currently, filling Ain up so full that he'll be able to see Wolfwood's cock pressing against his navel if he looks.]

So...so do you. You're gonna drive me...nghhh...crazy, Ain...

[Technically he's been an Out gay man for a single day, Ain's had him clocked from minute one— ahem.

The steeper angle gets Ain crying out immediately, eyes falling shut so he can focus on the pleasure, the way Wolfwood rocks into him so desperately. He's a terrible tease, so he squeezes around the man once or twice just to push him further.

The rest of the way he squeezes around Wolfwood is not entirely intentional, more a response to the way his body is approaching the peak again. His eyes open, he glances down between them... Thinks to himself he loves a man with a huge cock, and then digs his nails into Wolfwood's shoulder while their intertwined hands squeeze again.]

S-so good, I'm gonna— 'm close—

[He wants to kiss Wolfwood. And when he tries, all he winds up doing is moaning into his mouth instead, desperately attempting to keep kissing him despite it. A few more thrusts...]

[Yeah...Wolfwood is getting close too. Just a few more...

It's tempting, to not stop. To just keep going, to pound Ain into a smear on the mattress just like they both want. And, oh, does he want. He's barely able to keep his head on straight the longer this goes on, and it's not solely thanks to his own pleasure. No, it's mostly because he's reacting to how strongly Ain's responding...he just can't help it.

Is that, perhaps, what happens when you sleep with someone you actually care a lot about? Wack.

...anyway, as Ain's pleasure crests and the two of them rise to that peak together, Wolfwood

stops.

He presses his hips flush with Ain's and forces himself to stop there entirely, grinding down against him a little, but going no further than that. His breathing is heavy, he's sweating bullets...yet somehow, he's got just enough self control left to drag this out a moment longer.]

Nhh- ...haha. Nah...not yet...hang on jus' a lil' longer for me...can you do that?

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