dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[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.]

[He was not prepared for that second, no, and it rips through him almost as powerfully as the first, leaving him sobbing into Wolfwood's shoulder as he presses his face to it and clings.

They're both sticky. Messy. They need baths. And yet Ain is not getting up, simply pulling Wolfwood down on top of him and locking his knees at the man's hips. He's not allowed to pull out yet, let Ain feel fucking full for a while longer, okay?

He's pretty sure he scratched holes into the man's back and he's so sorry but he's also extremely not sorry, now leaving kisses along Wolfwood's neck because he didn't get to earlier. Kisses and bites and hickeys...]

Stay... stay in for a bit longer, I just wanna feel you.

[Kiss kiss bite kiss bite bite]

[Well, if Ain doesn't want to get up, there's no way in hell Wolfwood will either. He's spent. The exhaustion he felt from traveling for four days straight with barely any rest has caught up with him and compounded on top of all of this, leaving him feeling like he may just have to hibernate for the winter to catch up on all of this sleep debt. He didn't know it was possible to feel this exhausted.

His bones ache, his back is sore and bleeding, and every muscle has been overtaxed. Yet...he feels satisfied. Fulfilled. Happy. Happy, genuinely, in knowing that he's able to be with Ain like this despite everything he put him through...that everything is going to be okay.

For the first time in his life, it feels like things are going to work out.

He hums, eyes drifting shut as he gives Ain a little squeeze, content to just stay right where he is even though Ain is literally overflowing like that one washing machine meme.]

Hah...don't worry. I ain't goin' nowhere.

[And he loves every second of being that washing machine, thank you for your service. Kisses and bites will continue until morale improves. (Morale is fine.)]

Love you... [Even though Wolfwood won't say it back. Ain is exhausted, though, so his filter is off.] Tired... I'm gonna fall asleep.

[Lazily pulls the blankets over Wolfwood's back, sort of. He might need an extra hand here because it's a little difficult to reach.]

Stay with me... don't leave...

[kiss kiss... okay yeah no he's snoozing. Sorry about all the hickeys.]

[He won't say it back, no. But the sentiment, believe it or not, is there. Deep down in his recovering-homophobe little heart...it makes his chest swell and his heart flutter against his ribs to hear Ain say it if nothing else, prompting him to grip Ain just a little tighter. And maybe he will help reach around and pull the blankets up over them both so they can sleep more comfortably (well, "comfortably", poor Ain is going to be sore if they stay like this).

And maybe...he'll press a gentle, lingering kiss to the corner of Ain's mouth the moment he falls asleep, gathering him up against his front after positioning himself next to Ain so he isn't laying his full weight on top of him. His lips pepper Ain's face with yet more kisses, soft and gentle, before he relents and lays his head against the pillow they're sharing.]

I got you, Ain. I ain't gonna make that mistake again. Promise.

[It won't be long before he's drifted off, too.]

[At least Wolfwood moved so that Ain's legs aren't broken by the morning. Not that his hips don't hurt when he wakes, but that's to be expected. He sleeps the entire night pressed against Wolfwood, clinging to him in his sleep so tightly that you'd think Wolfwood tried to escape at some point. Unless he did, in which case Ain is squeezing him for a reason thanks.

He wakes up when the dawn's light comes in through the window, groaning, and then squishes further into Wolfwood.

No sun :( go away :( ]

[Because of how tightly Ain is holding on to him, Wolfwood sleeps...like a fucking boulder. He does not stir even slightly all night, and honestly he would have slept through the sun filtering from the window into his eyes if it weren't for Ain's soft groaning in his ear.

He peels one eye open, vaguely aware that they fell asleep without cleaning up at all...they're about to have the biggest mess on the planet to deal with, ugh. Not too mention the bed...which, at least, is less their problem and more a problem for the Inn staff. Sorry you had to find out you were housing homosexuals this way.

With a low sound, he stretches and feels his vertebrae pop in a couple of places, one hand reaching up to card through the back of Ain's hair.]

Mmm...you awake?

No...

[No, he is not. Ain is usually an early riser but now that he's actually happy and feels secure, he wants to just laze about. Yes he's sticky yes they fell asleep like this but he's comfortable god dammit.]

I'm not awake... don't tell anyone I'm awake, it's a lie.

[grumble grumble]

[Sleepy Ain is so cute…what the fuck.]

Your secret’s safe with me, darlin’.

[There’s that sleepy, southern drawl as he pulls Ain into his arms, pressing his lips to his forehead.]

But yaknow…if we don’t get up soon, we ain’t gonna have time to get cleaned up before breakfast. Can’t you imagine what kinda fancy breakfast they must serve in a ritzy shin-dig like this’un?

[He's so cute when he gets all southern-er what the fuck. Ain wants to chew on him more. Just a little bite bite.]

Mm... I do like food...

[Gives into temptation and gives Wolfwood a little bite. Don't ask what's come over him this morning he's got sleepy cute aggression.]

...carry me to the bath.

[Ain the water is not hot you're gonna need to slow your roll there—]

Carry you? You a damsel in distress now?

[He teases, nudging Ain with his big-ass nose as he gives him another little squeeze, a sort of half-growl escaping him when he’s bitten. Like damn Ain be careful you’ll make him act up again and he just woke up-]

We gotta warm the bathwater, babe. Unless you wanna just get in while it’s ice cold?

Uh-huh, and I need a big strong cowboy to sweep me off my feet and protect me.

[Wolfwood are you prepared for this to be the rest of your life?? Are you??]

If you heat up the water for us, I'll give you lots of kisses!

[He really is just gonna lay here sorry Wolfwood,]

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