[Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[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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[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.

[eidxiety]

You're projecting. You're scared you're going to have sex with me and realise you're so deep in the closet you've hit the east coast.

Do you even know the first thing about this? Are you going to try to stick it in dry??

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood makes an offended noise, swinging his head around to glare at Ain...a little too fast, ough.]

D'ya think I stick it in dry with women??

[eidxiety]

Do you think assholes work the same way? Have you even— ugh.

[Nevermind. Wolfwood is too drunk for this conversation. Ain will simply tend to him until his nose stops bleeding, throw away the tissues...

...hike his skirts up and straddle Wolfwood's hips.]

You're a damn fine face with a mouth that loves to run. Lucky you, I like taming your kind. I'll show you how to fuck good, if you promise me to stop making an ass of yourself.

[lupusxylem]

[Haha, guess who has never done anything with anal, this guy. Like, it's very likely he's rarely ventured too far outside of his comfort zone. He's done more than just missionary, he's not THAT boring, but...he's never done any kind of kinky shit. Nothing super out of the ordinary, just...what gets the job done. Suffice it to say he has no clue what gay men get up to in bed, though he can hazard a guess, considering there's really only one way they could do it.

He opens his mouth, ready to retort, when suddenly he has an Ain in his lap. It causes him to startle and sputter, and for a moment it seems like he's going to recoil, only to realize he's too unsteady to do more than lean back a bit.

Ugh. This is awful. He should have a woman in his lap, not a man...but honestly, he is so drunk that it's kindof easy to let the lines blur in his mind, considering the kind of build Ain has. He's wearing a skirt, makeup, he's lithe of frame and has huge hips and thighs. He may not have tits, but that's true of a lot of other women, so it's not exactly a dealbreaker.

He huffs. He also still has a job to do, even if he is fucking drunk about it.]

Whas' the catch.

[eidxiety]

You're paying me, since I am a sex worker. You're still going to pay me even if you decide midway through you don't like it, at least for half my time.

Oh, and we're doing foreplay. Something tells me you don't do much beyond kissing.

[He's going to stop real quick and take that holster off his thigh... Okay, good now. Now that that's just sitting out in the bedside table...

Ain presses the curve of his ass right against Wolfwood's dick. Hello, cowboy.]

Look at you... packing something like that and letting it go to waste because you don't know the first thing about pleasure and love. I'm gonna set you right.

[For a fee.]

[lupusxylem]

[Fine. That's fine. He's used to paying for sex, so that's not something he's going to complain about. But that's...about as far as he gets, mentally, because he has no idea what to expect here. As much as Wolfwood likes to talk a big game, Ain is right; he doesn't really know the first thing about foreplay, at least foreplay that isn't just some basic bitch kissing before he gets impatient and just whips his dick out. Always lovely for the ladies who definitely haven't been faking their orgasms for him this entire time just so they can get their paychecks and leave.

He eyes Ain as he takes off his gun, which Wolfwood wasn't even aware he had until now. Women don't carry guns like that on them most of the time, so it's just one extra thing to remind him "oh, this is a guy you're about to sleep with", at least until he remembers he's wearing a dress, and has makeup, and etc etc whatever else he needs to tell himself.


...and that ass. Oooooh, his ass. It's so round and plump and slots against the curve of his clothed dick easily, causing him to exhale on a growling breath.]

Tch...yeah. Think I can't please women now?

[eidxiety]

Honey, I've slept with all sorts of men, big and small. The size of your cock doesn't necessarily mean you can pleasure anybody.

[But he is rubbing his ass all against Wolfwood now. He hasn't yet taken his shoes off; who knows, he might need to step on the man later if he acts up. We'll See. For now, Ain leans forward and ghosts his lips over Wolfwood's.]

Show me what you got, honey.

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood sucks in a breath through his teeth, with Ain just centimeters from him now. There's still a bit of a mental block in his way, even WITH all of the alcohol running through his veins. He's angry, frustrated...and acting much like a petulant child who wants to prove he's as good as he says he is. He doesn't want to be bested by another man, which somehow makes it all the more egregious. The masculinity...it is SO toxic here, I'm afraid. It's going to take some...unlearning for sure to straighten him out. Or, rather, to do the opposite.

But...at least kissing he can do. He does have experience in this. So...as long as he focuses on his lips, and the subtle aroma of his lipgloss mingled with beer, he can keep his eyes closed and imagine he's kissing a woman. That's what he tells himself, at least, as he closes the gap and seals their lips together, very briefly skating his tongue across Ain's bottom lip as he does.]

[eidxiety]

[Oh, there we go, so he does know how to kiss, at least. Ain senses the hesitation, of course; doing what he does for a living (not the stealing, the rest of it) you get used to the hesitation. The weirdness. The "I don't think I'm actually gay" and the internalized (or very externalized) homophobia. Wolfwood is clearly faking it till he makes it, and Ain, for as much as he wants to fuck with the guy and get him to yield... isn't mean enough to force him into stuff. If he gets uncomfortable, Ain will stop. Simple.

Of course, right now, his lower lip is being licked, and Ain is enthusiastic about returning it. He pulls Wolfwood into a much more passionate liplock, threading his fingers with the man's hair and opening his mouth.

...

He isn't going to be completely submissive here, though. For every lick Wolfwood delivers, Ain laps back, licking his way into Wolfwood's mouth with a fervour. He tastes like liquor in stark contrast to Ain's fruity lipgloss. It's nothing he hasn't tasted before, but on a man like this, it's almost pleasant.]

So you do know how to kiss.

[And then Ain bites Wolfwood's lower lip. Hey.]

[lupusxylem]

[Knowing how to kiss is maybe his one redeeming quality, other than...idk, being pretty. His attitude needs work. A lot of him needs work, actually. But as long as this whole tryst stays between him and God...whatever. It's fine. He's doing this because he has a job to do, and he will very likely be hanged for his efforts if he doesn't, or mowed down by a firing squad, or god knows what other kind of punishment his boss is feeling on that particular day.

The kiss...is fine. More than fine, actually. It's pretty...damn good, and the way Ain licks his way into his mouth makes his cock twitch in his pants. He huffs over this, brows furrowing until he can't hold back any longer and has to put his hands on Ain's hips for purchase, both for someplace to put them and so he will feel less like he's about to fall over.]

...woul' be better if you shut up.

[He mumbles with a hiss after that bite, slurred against Ain's lips. Stop talking you're ruining it--]

[eidxiety]

[Rolling his eyes... but sure. Sure, baby, he'll shut up, just for you, so that you can get your heterosexual card revoked.

Wolfwood is cute, though, he has to admit. The way his cock twitches right against Ain's ass? Divine, truly. Wolfwood's reward for what is ostensibly a normal bodily reaction is to rock his hips again, letting the lace underneath his skirts tickle against Wolfwood's pants.

They can only make out for so long before Wolfwood inevitably gets bored, though, and so Ain breaks their kiss after a minute, trailing down to Wolfwood's neck. Light, teasing, fluttering... he won't suck hickeys anywhere visible, but he is absolutely going to hide them underneath his shirt collar. It's easy enough to access, since Wolfwood's shirt is constantly open, and Ain's hands are already fanning underneath it.

Oh, he's wanted to touch this chest all evening. Ain isn't shy about his groping and feeling, nor is he shy about the way he trails playful little lines into Wolfwood's skin, nor is he shy about rubbing his thumbs over the man's nipples. Does he like that? You know, he'd ask, but he was told to shut up, so he supposes he'll just give Wolfwood a hickey instead—]

[lupusxylem]

[If Wolfwood were any less drunk, he might be embarrassed by the fact that his pants are absolutely tented right now. In fact, they have been ever since the bar, ever since Ain started teasing him with fantasies that he's too insecure to allow himself to entertain. Yet...he's still thinking of them now as they kiss, as he feels his thighs tremble as he rocks his hips up into the roll of Ain's, once more imagining that it's one of the whores from downstairs sitting pretty in his lap, her lips marching seductively down his neck. Nothing too crazy. Nothing that outside of the norm.

...until Ain decides to get to his chest. Until he unceremoniously touches his nipples, a place he's never ever been touched before because no woman has ever made it that far before he needed to get his dick wet. He sucks in a startled breath and arches his back away from the touch out of reflex, but he's so drunk that just that much movement is enough to make him dizzy, prompting him to fall back forward against Ain.]

U-..uuhnhh....

[eidxiety]

Oh—

[He laughs softly as Wolfwood falls forward, moving his hands for now and propping them onto the man's shoulders. It's here that Ain pushes Wolfwood back onto the bed so that he doesn't, you know, fall off of it.

Enjoy the view! Or don't, since your eyes are closed.]

You're too drunk to sit up properly. Here, lay down.

[And, because he felt Wolfwood pull away from his wandering hands...]

Did you not like how I was touching you? You can say "no" if you don't like something.