dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

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?

[It serves Ain right that it's his turn to be edged. Granted, Wolfwood is clearly doing it to the both of them, but the whimper he makes in response is probably exactly what Wolfwood wanted to hear. Desperation, desire, brief frustration as he climbs down from the peak he was just cresting...

Something in his eyes says he loves the treatment, but shhh. Let him be whiny and dramatic about it.]

H-haah... something tells me you'd make me either way...

[Ain tries to kiss Wolfwood again, but he's breathing too heavily to make it work. And if he moves too much, well, they're gonna be back to Wolfwood having to stop him from climaxing again.]

Y-you're... nnh... killing me here, babe.

Hh...haha...yeah? I thought you liked bein' edged?

[He huffs, nuzzling against Ain since that last attempt at kissing fell flat on its face. It's fine, he doesn't mind taking up the helm here as he presses little butterfly kisses all over Ain's cheeks and jawline, grinding against him now instead of rocking his hips properly.]

C'mon Ain...you know what to say.

[Ain's been the one getting him to say it this entire time, after all.]

I do... haha, but you're so big that just cockwarming is turning me on more.

[He's dripping precum all over himself into the mess from earlier. One can only wonder how messed up Ain will be when Wolfwood starts moving again (the answer is a lot) if he's this horny over being edged and used as a cocksleeve.

He's fine, he's normal. He just has many many kinks.

It's clear that their roles have switched, though, and Ain doesn't mind it one bit. He releases their hands and instead wraps both arms around Wolfwood's neck, fingertips along his shoulderblades where he'll inevitably scratch down them later.]

Please, Nick... please let me cum.

[It's...not straight to want to lick him clean of all of that precum, is it. Maybe he should have realized he wasn't straight a LOT sooner than now, because he sure can't really remember a time he looked at a woman and was like "mmm can't wait to eat that pussy" so it's probably just the toxic masculinity getting him all this time, lbr.

One can only hope that Ain will continue being this way in the future, because Wolfwood sure as hell will want to do this again. He is unlocking a kink, and that kink is stuffing Ain as full as he possibly can without actually hurting him. Thank god they live in a time where condoms were both not invented nor were they common place. Your ass is about to be an eclair when he's done with it-]

Relax baby... [He growls the words out through gritted teeth, pressing a few more kisses now along the side of Ain's neck as he rolls his hips in a slow, languid semicircle, his cockhead pressing up against Ain's navel from inside.

He counts backwards. Four...three...two...

It's when Ain adopts a firmer grip around him, both arms looped around his neck, that Wolfwood finally redoubles his efforts and adjusts his position just enough so that he can pull out and slam back down into Ain with enough force that he nearly knocks him askew on the mattress, one of his hands coming up to pull on a fistful of the back of his hair in an attempt to keep him from going anywhere.

If Ain thought Wolfwood was moving before, this is on a completely other level in comparison.]

[No Wolfwood that's not fucking straight what the fuck. Putting your mouth on a man is gay dude.

Ain is "relaxed" if relaxed meant "functionally not so tight Wolfwood can't move but keyed up as hell and begging directly into Wolfwood's ear". He keeps his legs locked around the man's hips, whining as he's kissed and Wolfwood doesn't immediately start slamming into him like he wants. There are more whimpers that follow that, and Ain opens his mouth to ask again and then

Wolfwood fucking pounds into him, and what leaves his lips instead is a strangled moan and gasp. His nails sink into Wolfwood's back immediately for purchase, and the bed squeals in protest underneath them. And when his hair is grabbed? The sound that leaves Ain's lips can only be described as a mix of incredibly enthusiastic and whorish. If hearts could show in his eyes right now...]

N-Ni-ick— pl-please please pl—eaaaase—

[Just like that, he's back to climbing that peak, but he hasn't been given permission yet.]

[It's cute, hot, and overwhelming all at the same time. Ain is so wonderfully reactive that it causes Wolfwood to respond in turn, creating an endless feedback loop that leaves him wondering just how he's managed to keep himself together this long. Ain's ability to reign in his own pleasure is truly impressive, especially for the sake of cumming when he's told.

Hot. Hot hot hot he's soooooo fucking hot.

He pulls on his hair even harder as if to reward him for moaning so prettily in his ear, pressing open mouthed kisses to the side of Ain's neck, over and over with his teeth skating along his racing pulse. Wolfwood knows he's not much longer for this world either, as much as he'd like to drag this out even longer...

So, when Ain really starts to beg, to cry out for release?]

...c'mon. Go ahead. Cum for me...wanna hear you fuckin' screamin' my name.

[Ain will pat himself on the back later for teaching Wolfwood that sex can be fun and you can just have it and it's great. For now, he's so blindsided by pleasure and Wolfwood's ability to take the reigns that he can't even think properly. Everything he tries to say comes out completely incoherent after that last sentence, no longer words but sounds and syllables that form absolutely nothing.

When Wolfwood gives Ain permission, Ain locks his legs around Wolfwood all the tighter, pulling them flush together until there's no escape, sort of a "if you don't finish In me I'll kill you" motion that's almost entirely subconscious at this point. His nails dig gouges into Wolfwood's back, his spine arches up into the man over him, and Ain practically sobs out his name while his thighs quake and his cock pulses. It's a climax so hard it's almost blinding, with Ain's eyes rolling back into his head and his mouth agape in a permanent moan.

And at the end of it all, as he covers both of them in his own release, Ain doesn't even sag against Wolfwood. He just clings tighter, crying out into his ear,]

Nick, Nick, God, I love you so much...

[The word "love" dances around in Wolfwood's head, flitting around his brain like an annoying bird before settling in his chest and making for itself a home there, and he can't decide if the feeling is good or bad. Overwhelmed or sick. Happy, or guilt ridden.

Because he knows the moment Ain cries out that he loves him, it's true. He means it, every word, and...Wolfwood knows he does not deserve it, yet he steals Ain's love all for himself anyway.

All while not saying a word. Maybe it's because he can't, less that he won't, because he's too caught up in his own pleasure to do anything but cry out like a wild beast, thrusting into Ain once, twice, then a final time before their hips connect and he unloads into him so deep and powerful that Ain is going to be feeling the aftershocks for a full half hour afterwards. It's the kind of "feeling full" that will force him through a second orgasm whether he was prepared for it or not, all while Wolfwood fucks him all the way through it, his hips moving seemingly of their own accord now as the motion becomes sloppy both figuratively and literally.

This bed...is a mess. Ain's thighs are slick with Wolfwood's seed, not to mention the rest of the both of them.]

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