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[winterbolt]

Angelina is a black horse with white markings on her face in this sorry I can't picture her as being any other color-

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[lupusxylem]

[Oh, no. Ain is fully stepping on Wolfwood's dick, in a way that makes him choke and grab for the edge of the bar to steady himself. There's a brief flash of panic in his eyes like oh, shit, I've already been found out and am going to have my dick crushed for my efforts, what a pathetic way to go, until he realizes that Ain isn't intending to actually kick him in the balls...at least not yet. His foot is still very much there of course, leaving him breathless as he looks up at Ain past the rim of his glasses.]

H- ahh-

[Thank God the barkeep isn't watching. He's pretty sure he stepped away to go clean something across the building. They will be asked to leave pretty soon though, as soon as they finish their drinks anyway.]

Bet...bet you'd like that-

[He can see up his skirt, albeit just barely. Not quite enough to give him an eyeful of bulge, though the panties he's most probably wearing aren't helping much with his confusion-]

[eidxiety]

[The barkeep just wants to close the saloon for the night before the temperatures drop to freezing levels, and meanwhile Ain is over here casting his net over the pretty cowboy. To be fair, he's likely away from the whore and Wolfwood for good reason. Especially because Ain has now realised that Wolfwood is very into this.

Oh honey, your toxic masculinity makes you such easy prey.]

Well, of course I would. Do you think the riding crop on my belt is for horses?

[No no, that's for men! Pretty, big-tittied, hairy men who think that drinking lots and bossing others around makes them more masculine.

Turned your boss into a bottom, sorry chief.

Anyway, Ain slams back the rest of his beer while his leg is still up on Wolfwood, smiles, and then finally lets off on the pressure only to spin around and hop out of his seat.]

It's getting late! I'd rather not freeze to death on my lonesome... but if you need someone to keep you warm, you're free to follow after.

[lupusxylem]

[........you know this isn't exactly going as he'd planned-

Here he thought he'd be the one commanding this situation. He'd seduce Ain into his bedroom, maybe fuck a little, then by morning he'd have him cuffed and brought in. He'd have done his job, the boss would be happy, hell they'd probably get a bounty for it since their perp is a wanted criminal with posters and everything by now...

Yet here he is, left tongue tied with his dick sore from being stepped on, yet that tightness in his pants isn't just a simple ache neither. He grinds his teeth audibly behind his lips as Ain suddenly gets up, adding a last bit of pressure to where he's stepping before he finally moves away, prompting Wolfwood to quickly snap his legs shut with a muffled groan.

Jesus.

...Oi, where's she going-]

Wouldn't I be keepin' you warm, not the other way 'round?

[eidxiety]

[This is why Ain is so slippery. He takes command, does whatever needs to be done, and then takes their entire coinpurse and bails. Of course... he can't just do this when this man knows where he's going to be holed up for the next few days, so he's going to politely let Wolfwood keep his wallet but make him pay for sex. And bail in the middle of the night.

You know, as you do.

If he becomes a repeat customer? Ain is totally taking all his stuff on the way out before they never see each other again.]

However you prefer to think of it, baby.

[His own horse is tied up nearby, and like, you'd think he'd not ride a horse in a skirt? But no, absolutely not, he will not be stopped. He is hiking that thing up and tying it off in a way that sort of turns those skirts into pants, actually. He has done this before. This ain't his first rodeo.

His horse, meanwhile, is a rather gorgeous Clydesdale — a white one with black patches — and because she's a Clydesdale, that means she's absolutely fucking massive. Not your typical horse. One that draws attention, certainly, which makes sense. Ain's everything is supposed to draw attention.

He is very quickly untying her from her post while she nudges against him with her nose, getting on as swiftly as possible despite the height with minimal issues, and there's good reason for this. Not only is it getting cold out and his shoulders are bare, but also because—]

One correction though, pet. You'll be calling me sir by the end of the night.

[And if he has to bail, then that fuckoff massive horse sure is ready for it. Her eyes say "I will turn around and kick you".]

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood, because he's being led around by the nose here basically, follows Ain right out of the saloon and back outside to where their horses are parked. Incidentally, he tied Angelina not far from Ain's horse, thinking a horse that massive belonged to another cowboy. Imagine his disbelief when Ain flings himself up onto a horse that would be difficult for even him to mount, his expression tightening as he pulls the feed bag off Angelina's head and stuffs it into the back of her saddlebag.

He's adjusting her bridle, ready to get onto her back himself, when Ain continues what he was saying and interrupts his line of thought. Brings it to a screeching halt, truly.

Wolfwood blinks hard, looking back over to where Ain is now perched atop his horse.]

...I'm sorry? That some kinda kink?

[Okay I promise he's not that stupid he's just that deep in the closet--]

[eidxiety]

[Ain kind of thinks he's that stupid for a moment, but it's fine. He's encountered stupider men.]

It could be. I'm willing to change titles, of course, if that's something you're into.

[He's pulling his horse away, you know, just in case. She'll wait there for Wolfwood, but if Ain gives the signal to book it, well... That'll be it, target escaped, bye Wolfwood!]

But no, honey. You called me "miss" earlier. That's not exactly correct.

[lupusxylem]

[Ain would be super valid if he did book it. Wolfwood isn't currently giving off good vibes about the revelation that he's been hitting on a dude this entire time.

He climbs up on Angelina, sitting back in her saddle as he reaches into his blazer for a cigarette. He needs one, given the turn this whole hit has taken. He'll pause long enough to pull out a stick, light it, and give it a few good puffs before putting the lighter and carton away.]

...you trans?

[He does not say this, but we are not dropping slurs today-]

[eidxiety]

[Slurs are for losers, real men are respectful WOLFWOOD.]

Gay. Male. Try not to retaliate too hard. I'd hate for Elria to break your nose.

[...Elria is his horse. I tried to think of a better name but I couldn't.]

If you're looking for a nice lady friend for the night, I know a sweet thing north of here who works at the brothel several streets down. She won't treat you like I will, though.

[lupusxylem]

[Don't worry, he'll learn eventually. He just has to have the slurs and homophobia beaten out of him, that's all. For the time being, he's smacking his face with his free hand because boss, really. Really? You fucked a male whore?? Has he been fucking men this whole time--

Wolfwood feels his skin prickle, and there's a good moment where he considers giving up and just riding back home empty handed. His boss didn't TELL him about this- possibly because he was ashamed, he reckons- but even so...to question him would be to put himself on the chopping block, and with as loyal as the rest of the gang is, he's sure they'd sooner slit his throat than their boss's on his behalf. He's kindof between a rock and a hard place here, still tasked with bringing this guy in...no matter who or what he is.]

Listen, you can do whatever the fuck you want, I just ain't gay.

[He rolls his eyes, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth.]

But I do need an inn to spend the night. I ain't been to this town before, and you seem to know where it is.

[eidxiety]

Disappointing. And here I was going to give you head so good you'd ascend to Heaven. Shame.

[He looks at Wolfwood over his shoulder... Clearly decides that this Not Gay Man isn't a threat to him, and shrugs. He'll kick Elria into a walk, then, and expect Wolfwood to follow after.]

The inn itself is down this street. Most nights, it's fairly empty. Not a lot of fresh blood come to these parts.

[It is, fairly put, sort of a dinky little town. Sort of a stop between other, larger towns, Ain has discovered. The perfect place for him to pass through, get money, and head onto the larger ones.]

Do you see that sign ahead there? The Bronze Armadillo? That's where you'll want to hole up before it gets too cold.

[lupusxylem]

[Yeah well! You'll just have to be disappointed Ain! He's not nearly drunk enough to have sex with a man!! He'll just have to think of another way to get you into his custody.

...though. After that altercation, he feels like he might want to have a much stiffer drink. He bets that inn has something on tap, maybe straight whiskey. Hm.

Well, he'll worry about that later. Maybe the booze will chase away wandering thoughts, about being whipped with a riding crop and made to wear a leash, like an actual pet. He is not a bottom. This will never happen, not even with a woman.]

Got it.

[He clicks his tongue, tapping the sides of Angelina's neck with the reigns.]

Dunno why you're dressed like that, if you're a man.

[eidxiety]

[Uh huh you're not gonna be saying that when Ain rides you stupid sir. "Not a bottom" can be true alongside "would willingly get ridden and collared", it's okay baby sexualities are fluid like that.]

I like turning heads and looking beautiful. There's no big reason behind it.

[He'll escort Wolfwood to the inn, at least, but no further. Not unless he's gonna start paying for Services.]

Boys like you need to be taught how to live a little. You're too scared to dress differently, or let a woman ride, or find yourself being submissive to anyone. A man like you who's always in control needs someone to take charge to take the edge off.

Don't you want to relax and let someone else do all the work?

[Not to read you for filth Wolfwood but this is exactly how he got into your boss's pants too, he knows your type, they're the most fun to play with.]

[lupusxylem]

Are you kiddin' me? I'm an ou- [Don't say outlaw] -I mean. I ain't scared. I ain't scared'a nothin'.

[He just doesn't like di-]

It's my job to do the work. You're a man too, so you should know what I mean by that.

[eidxiety]

Please. [He is rolling his eyes.] I'm willing to bet you've never made a woman orgasm before.

[Do you know where the clit is, Wolfwood? Do you??]

What's the work? Thrusting your hips for two minutes and then going to sleep? Please. Sex should be mutual and fun for both parties. It isn't fun to relegate the work to one person no matter what society tells you to do.

You're only lending credit to my argument, baby. You need to let some of that control go and learn to live in the moment.

[lupusxylem]

Hey. Not that it's any of your business, but I've slept with loads of women. Pleased every last one of 'em.

[And, what, Ain's just supposed to take your word for it? Wolfwood, they were all whores. You paid them to sleep with them. You've never had a girlfriend-]

What would you know about having sex with women if you're a gay man anyway?

[He continues as he gets off Angelina, tying her up outside. Apparently he is not letting this go, but at least there's nobody outside to, like, hear them loudly arguing about who's better in bed.]

this is the only psl where Ain knows how women work.

[eidxiety]

You act as though I don't speak to other whores. Trust me, dear, the girls have stories about men like you.

[Ain flits from city to city, but you know who doesn't care if he's a criminal? Other whores. They could not give less of a fuck, which is why Ain thinks he's going to go gossip with the girls at the brothel instead of heading to bed early. Besides, even though he doesn't work there, he can at least still pay for food and chat. And also kick any unruly douchebags in the balls—

Anyway, as Wolfwood is dismounting and tying Angelina up, Ain raises both hands up, making a V shape with his index and middle fingers on both hands. Then he puts the tips of his fingers together to form what is clearly supposed to be a vagina, because yeah.]

By the way, honey... For future reference? She likes it right here.

[And then he bends his thumb and sticks it out between the top of the upside-down V. You know, where the clit is.]

CRYING

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood scoffs. He doesn't even mask the way he rolls his eyes again, because...he has full confidence Ain doesn't know what he's talking about. Because, yes, Wolfwood doesn't know where the clit is. He most certainly hasn't gone anywhere near it, because he's too busy sticking it in, going for two minutes, rolling over and going to bed. In this au, he's an asshole misogynist who doesn't know the first god damn thing about proper sex, just fulfilling himself and moving on with his life because what the hell else is he going to do with a hooker he paid for? Talk about his feelings?

Also how far away is this brothel asking for a friend-]

Yeah, sure. Thanks for the tip.

[He is doing a terrible job of picking this guy up, he is rapidly forgetting his mission, someone help him.]

I don't need your help.

[eidxiety]

[It's a couple streets north-ish of here. Wolfwood will see it easily if he goes close enough, because there's usually a lot of racket and always a few girls in corsets out front.]

Haha, alright, honey. You be good, okay?

[And then he is steering his horse towards the north of town. Jenny, Annie, you won't believe this guy he met—]

[lupusxylem]

"You be good, okay?"

[He mocks Ain's voice in a high pitched sing-song as he rides his horse away, turning to march into the inn. Whatever!! He'll just go get the gang, tell them where the whore is, and they'll have the whorehouse surrounded by sunrise. Simple.

But he really needs that stiff drink first, so he heads inside to see what's available for purchase when he books his room.

An hour or so passes between Ain's encounter with Wolfwood and now, now being...Wolfwood himself, walking his horse up to the doors of the brothel. He is...considerably inebriated, to say the least, wobbling where he's sitting on Angelina's back. If he were driving a car, he'd be arrested with a DUI pretty much on the spot because good lord. This man is going to have the worst hangover by morning, all because he's insecure about a gay man telling him he's bad at sex. Fuck you, he'll show you bad at sex-

He gets Angelina hooked up with the other horses before stumbling his way inside, and though the women at the front do try to get his attention, he ends up walking past them. Oops. Something (or someone) else is on the mind, clearly. He has no idea where Ain went, but he doesn't care, he tells himself. He's just looking for a fuck.

And literally any of these whores will gladly let him pay for one.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain is mid gossip session with some of the girls ("oh my god he did WHAT with his whiskey?") when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Wolfwood's drunk ass stumbling around. And he just sighs.

"Is that the bloke? He's lookin' like a real fine mess. Didjya awaken somethin' in him, or's he lookin' fer a fight?" asks Annie, a lass with pretty black curls and cheekbones that could cut a man. She's also the one who just had to deal with a man dipping his dick in whiskey in an attempt to be sexy, so uh, it also isn't Her night. Nor is it that man's night because dear God sir.]

...dunno. I wasn't expecting to see him ever again. I thought I gave him a fright. ...I'll be back. Or I won't, depending on if he realised he's gay in the last hour.

[Sighs...

Here goes Ain, getting up to get Wolfwood before he wanders in any further and starts frightening the girls.]

Hey now, cowboy, what's the deal with you barging in here? If you scare the mistress's girls, she'll string you up by your neck outside.

[lupusxylem]

The deal? Whassit look like I'm doin'?

[Wolfwood slurs...heavily, still struggling to stay fully upright. The man is sloshed, and he reeks of alcohol. Fortunately for himself and everyone, he isn't a belligerent drunk, but that doesn't mean he's a smart one either.]

You come to a brothel when y'wanna fuck, s'os tha's what I'm gonna do. Now get outta th'way-

[Sort of...waves a hand, only to nearly stumble into Ain on his way towards what he thinks is the bar, but is actually one of the walls.]

[eidxiety]

[...

Ain is going to sidestep and let Wolfwood collide with a wall. Maybe it'll knock some sense into him.]

Well, if you wanted that, the front is back that way. The girls there will help set you up with someone who will...

...tolerate you.

[Wow.]

Or are you planning to just grab a random woman and drag her off? You can't even walk right now, so I doubt you can get it up.

[lupusxylem]

[Oops! Well, in that case, that is exactly what happens. He walks face first into that wall and because I rolled a fucking nat 20 on how badly he runs into it, he just. He doesn't stop walking?

He just barrels into it like he didn't see it, somehow, and it's enough to knock him flat on his ass. Everyone is free to point and laugh.

Cursing, Wolfwood struggles up into a sitting position, blood dripping from his nose. Sexy.]

Shut th'fuckup...you don' know...you're man.

[Man. A man.]

I bet I coul' fuck that stupid smirk off yer stupid face. Ugh...

[eidxiety]

[Looks over at his temporary friends and just shakes his head. Do not help this man, he's got it. Aka he is Dragging Wolfwood to his feet and ushering him upstairs and into a room before he can make further chaos, at which point he's going to sit his ass down on the bed and stuff tissues into his nose to stop the bleeding.]

Really. You, the so-called straight man, are going to fuck me so hard I stop giving you shit? Why don't you sit down and calm down for a second, and then we'll talk.

[Like, stop bleeding everywhere first—]

[lupusxylem]

[It's even more sad when you realize the reason he's so drunk is because he's been trying to forget how all of Ain's talk before, when he thought he was a woman, made him feel. Because he did like it. He wanted...more of it. But apparently, admitting that is akin to eating glass, so he decided to drink instead.

...well, it didn't help him feel any better. If nothing else, all it's helped him do is make more of an ass of himself.

He allows Ain to drag him upstairs- more like he has no choice- leaning heavily against his side until he manages to get him up into one of the bedrooms. He's not bleeding too badly thankfully, just bashed his nose in real good. It didn't sober him up, exactly, but it did wake him up a little if nothing else.]

Yer jus' scared I'll fuck you and you'll like it.