[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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[lupusxylem]

[Honestly, it feels like it doesn't last long enough. Just when it seems like Wolfwood is getting into it good, his hand buried in Ain's hair and his hips fitfully jerking up into his mouth, Ain is suddenly pulling off, causing Wolfwood to actually whimper at the denial. He's panting like a racehorse now as he watches Ain strip right in front of him, mouth agape as he unconsciously keeps his hands on Ain's hips to keep him in his lap while he leans over to grab for the oil.

It gives Wolfwood a front row seat to seeing another man's erect dick for the first time. Like sure, he's seen his mates naked because that just sortof happens when you're living in a compound full of other men, but he's never watched them going at it, obviously. Any time one of them has gotten a boner it's been concealed beneath clothing long enough for them to go elswhere to rub it out on their own time (or with another member because let's be real there ARE gay men in that group they just aren't vocal about it), so Wolfwood has only ever really seen his own.

He finds himself staring. Ogling, really, his eyes darting as he traces the veins and eyes how flushed red and filled out it is, glistening with precum and begging to be tasted-

...wait, what?]

Tch. Coul' say the same thing about you...

[eidxiety]

Oh? Is that right? Are you coming around?

[Or is he still heavily inebriated... hmm. Well, whatever, Ain will maybe possibly find out when the man is sober again, if either of them choose to stick around after. Who knows, the future is uncertain. Either way, Ain is uncorking the bottle and straddling Wolfwood's hips...

He can't just enter this man when he's saliva-wet. He needs to teach Wolfwood how to do this right, even if he's still going to be in the closet later on or decide he really does like women, in case he ever tries to do anal again. Like, imagine tearing someone's asshole because you didn't fucking do it right. God. He's doing you a favour, you're welcome.]

Are you comfortable touching me? I need to actually prep myself here. You don't just put it in, that's what the oil's for. But if you're not okay with it, I'll do it myself, if you give me a minute.

[lupusxylem]

[That's not a question he particularly wants to answer. That would require him to think a little bit harder about all of this than he's capable of doing while he's blitzed out drunk, so he chooses to not respond. Easily enough to do when he's distracted by the way Ain is still straddling him, uncorking a bottle of oil and...

Well, he's never prepped anyone before, obviously. He's used lubricant before, but it's not always a necessity. Usually the woman gets wet enough for it (or, you know, they aren't because Wolfwood hasn't done anything to MAKE them wet), so it's just not something he's ever had to worry about. So when Ain asks him if he's comfortable touching him, he briefly looks like a deer in headlights.]

Uhh...

[......]

...I can figure it out. I can handle it.

[He's a big strong man who don't need no help blah blah blah-]

[eidxiety]

...Okay. Then, here.

[Giving the bottle to Wolfwood.]

If you're okay with it... I need you to use your fingers to spread me open so I can take you, alright? You've fingered someone before, right? [lol lmao why does he think the answer is gonna be "no".] I'm used to it, so you don't have to be too careful. Just use one... mm, maybe two fingers. In and out, nice and easy. I'll tell you when to stop, unless you feel like you need to stop early.

[In which case... do that, Ain is perfectly capable of doing this himself.]

Look, I'll guide your hand, too, if you need it.

[lupusxylem]

[What part of 'I can handle it' did you not get?, he thinks, but that never quite makes it out of his mouth because he's still distracted thinking about the task at hand. Whether or not he's fingered someone before is up for debate, and not a question he's readily confirming or denying. He just sort of grunts vaguely and tries to sit up a little so he can see what he's doing, nearly oozing too far down the bed in the process. He is...so drunk...it does not help that the room keeps doing little dizzying sweeps every time he blinks on occasion, but the horny is still handily winning out.

He'll hold out his hand to take the bottle, clumsily pouring a little too much of the oil into his hands. He manages to lube up his fingers at least, probably a little too much...but better too much than too little, in this case. That's the easy part, though. The hard part...is actually doing it, as he sort of looks from his hand to Ain and back.

......you might have to guide him and get him started-]

[eidxiety]

[...

Yeah, Ain figures that's the case. It's okay, though; you learn by doing, and Ain knows that as well as the next person. Wolfwood's obviously only had bad, dispassionate sex because it's all he knows.

Anyway, he's taking the man's wrist and guiding his fingers forward, where they'll brush against the rim and Ain will unabashedly shudder about it, clearly more pent up than he's letting on. His cock drips onto Wolfwood's abdomen, a sigh falling from his lips. It's not relief, not at all, but God damn does he want to be touched.]

Curl your fingers a bit, and gently press them in. It's okay to start with two, but if you do it with someone who doesn't do this for a living or isn't used to it, you might want to start with one.

[lupusxylem]

Uh...

[Wolfwood's breath audibly hitches, because the haze of alcohol isn't quite enough to entirely chase his nerves away when he feels his slick fingertips brush Ain's entrance for the first time. Touching someone's asshole is uhhhhhhhhh not really like teasing a vagina, he'll tel you that much...but the reaction it garnered is the same. Maybe even a little more...genuine? The women he slept with would always play up their reactions to cover the fact they were feeling nothing, after all.

He's still a bit clumsy, but he tries to follow what Ain is instructing him to do. He doesn't quite get it at first, not pressing his fingers hard enough to get them in, until he realizes the fit is far tighter than anything he's ever stuck a part of himself into. It makes his eyes widen a bit to realize before finally pushing them on through that first ring of muscle, curling his fingers as he goes.]

Like...that?

[eidxiety]

[Wolfwood probably doesn't need Ain to answer verbally in this case, because the sound he lets out when Wolfwood's fingers finally slip into him is goddamn debauched. Has Wolfwood ever made someone moan like this, so genuinely and unabashedly? Because hoo boy—]

Yes, just like that... you can push your fingers in deeper, it feels good, I promise.

[Ain is trying so hard not to rock back into Wolfwood's hand, and uhhh he is failing, because his hips are pushing down against that hand and rocking. It makes his cock bounce as he goes, precum dripping down the length. Ooh god he is so horny for this stupid-ass homophobe—]

[lupusxylem]

[He has not, in fact! At least, not a real, genuine moan that wasn't someone putting on a show for him. And maybe Ain still is doing that, to some extent, but it's not enough for Wolfwood to care, really. Because it goes straight to his cock, which jerks underneath Ain as Wolfwood presses his fingers in deeper pretty much immediately. If he's going to react like that...]

Jesus Christ. [He slurs, his other hand smoothing down Ain's thigh.] Yer fuckin' soaked. Does it...really feel that good? S'just yer ass...

[He does not understand, a "straight" man and all.]

[eidxiety]

[Oh the things Ain would do to this man's ass if he wasn't so insistent on riding tonight. Maybe... later? Hmmm... Ain cannot decide. He also wants to step on Wolfwood while the man is on his knees sucking cock for the first time, but that's like, the powerbottom side getting real rowdy. Gotta be patient... gotta not push it.

Meanwhile, Ain is just... moaning. He is just fucking moaning, whorish and loud and not at all shy about someone hearing. It's almost girlish, the way his voice cracks.]

Oh baby, you have no idea... there's a bundle of nerves back there that feels real good if you curl your fingers a little. Sort of like this...

[And he holds his hand up, making that come hither motion.]

I'll show you next time, how about...?

[lupusxylem]

[Sober Wolfwood would have been like "Yeah sure okay next time", but drunk Wolfwood...definitely feels his curiosity piqued. He's never even considered going near his ass because, again, he's a straight man as we all know...but even he can tell that Ain's moans here are genuine. He's never heard a whore moan as loudly as he is right now, to the point where he's pretty sure anyone in the adjacent rooms can hear them easily. Or perhaps anyone underneath them, for that matter.

So what does he do? He decides to press his fingers up into Ain even deeper, following suit with that motion of curling his fingers just like Ain is doing.

You know. Just experimenting. Just to see...]

[eidxiety]

[Wolfwood's reward for his not at all gay curiosity is the loudest, most debauched sound tearing through Ain's throat. It nearly throws him off balance, because somehow he was hardly expecting Wolfwood to listen (wonder what gave him that idea)— he has to grip the sheets on either side of him real tight, legs spread wide and cock twitching.

Wolfwood gets a full view of all of that, especially the way Ain throws his head back and rides his fingers. We're gonna make a gay boy outta you yet.]

Good boy, [he purrs,] you learn fast. Nnh— I'll give you your reward now, how about?

[Otherwise Wolfwood's fingers are gonna make him cum and that's not how he wants the man's very first experience to go, he's not gonna make Wolfwood wait five to ten more minutes to get ridden stupid. Which is to say, Ain delicately puts his hand on Wolfwood's forearm to tell him to stop, he's good, he's ready to split himself open on that dick. He reaches for the oil next, spilling some over into his palm before re-corking the bottle and coating his partner's cock with it.

After Wolfwood has officially pulled his fingers out and is left to contemplate his life, Ain will easily and effortlessly sink down onto his cock. He's done this a million times before. Wolfwood is much bigger than Ain gets more often than not, but he hardly takes it slow despite that. Tip to base, the whole thing, and then Ain is sitting on Wolfwood's hips with a flushed grin.

God. He loves men. Where is his riding crop (it's slightly behind him and he's stretching to reach it) he's going to make Wolfwood's brain deactivate.]

[lupusxylem]

[If I were extremely, terribly mean, I would simply have Wolfwood cum instantly the moment Ain sunk down on his dick. Just, dick in, nut busted. He's a little too experienced for that, even if it's all been hetero sex up until now, but good god damn if it isn't still incredible in a way he wasn't at all prepared for. There's a lot of visual and physical stimuli for him to focus on all at once, between Ain throwing his head back and arching his spine in ecstasy, to the way he's just immediately settled onto his length like he belongs there, an overly snug, comfortable fit.

He can feel his heart racing between his ears, thudding frantically through his chest and in the back of his throat as he digs his nails into Ain's hips, his expression basically giving away everything. He is in awe, truly, that he could be feeling this good right now, and the strangled groan that escapes him is evidence enough that he almost came, right then and there.

His teeth pull at his bottom lip, trying to drag out a curse, but he can't find his voice. He's just...moaning, in a way that sounds as afflicted as it is desperate.]

[eidxiety]

[God help the "heterosexuals", they're really missing out. Ain gives Wolfwood a moment to adjust, since he correctly sensed that Wolfwood nearly busted right then and there. So many he slammed down onto that dick a little too fast. He wouldn't exactly be mad if Wolfwood came immediately; he'd laugh and purr about it and get himself off with his hands while Wolfwood was still buried in him.

It probably also doesn't help that Ain gave him head and edged him earlier, so he has an excuse. He's edging him now, of course, waiting until he thinks Wolfwood will last longer than thirty seconds before he starts moving. The claws on his hips are appreciated, no doubt, and Ain doesn't try to move them.

Instead... he gently brushes the head of the crop underneath Wolfwood's chin, looking down at him with a heady, lustful glint in his half-lidded eyes.]

You're damn cute with that look on your face. Does it feel good, babe? Nice and tight, isn't it?

[lupusxylem]

[Being still right now is the only thing keeping Wolfwood from losing his composure immediately, so he appreciates that much as far as his ego is concerned. Not that it has much of a leg to stand on right now when he's as drunk as he is...he's starting to care less and less as time goes on. Less about how fast he might bust, less about how smug Ain might be, less...

...less about the fact he's having sex with a man. It feels every bit as incredible as it does with a woman, if not ten times better. In fact, it's not just the pleasure that's been enhanced. Why does he feel like he can't catch his breath? Like his heart won't stop pounding? He's certain that if he wasn't gripping Ain so hard, his hands would be shaking like his thighs already are. And as he presses the crop under his chin, he automatically lifts his head a little, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

Fuck.]

Ye...yeah. S'good...

[eidxiety]

[God how he adores that look on Wolfwood's face. Watching men question everything they know is so... delicious to him. He can't help but smirk, hugging Wolfwood's hips with his thighs. The head of the riding crop trails delicately down his throat, to his chest, across the numerous scars there. A man with scars isn't that uncommon out there, but Ain still wonders where he got so many.

He must be doing things he shouldn't. Ah, well, that makes two of them.]

You're cute when you're honest. I bet I could train you real good.

[He's going to pavlov this man into seeing a riding crop and getting horny, which is maybe counterproductive when you literally own a fucking horse.]

I told you it's nice to have someone else have all the power. Take the edge off a little... [...] Do you want me to move, sweetheart? What do good boys say?

[lupusxylem]

[If Ain thinks that look is adorable, just wait until they really get into it, because Wolfwood is just drunk enough that he's starting to...slip. He's backsliding into a headspace he didn't know existed, but one that feels inviting and safe. It feels...

It's hard for him to explain, actually. Just like something he's never confronted before. A part of himself he's never confronted.

His breath shakes its way out of him as he exhales, and for a moment it's hard to tell whether he's going to respond at all. There's this last thread holding him back, pulling on him and reminding him that if he goes down this path, that's it. No turning back from it.

...

He tilts his head back a bit further, eyes fluttering to slivers.]

...please. P...please move.

[eidxiety]

[Wolfwood has no idea how pleased Ain is right now. Maybe his catlike smirk gives it away? Maybe the way his cock visibly twitches at the begging does? Both, probably. He has this man right where he wants him. God, it took us all night to get here, and Ain was content to tell him where the clitoris was and dip, but...

This is the best outcome. Maybe he'll remember Ain when he sobers up and have nasty dreams about him?]

There you go...

[Ain won't make Wolfwood beg more this time. If there's a next time, though? Oh man. Thoughts aside, he does move as requested, little rolls of his hips, a less-than-subtle bounce that winds up with Ain's thighs slapping against Wolfwood's skin. It's not as fast or hard as it could be and will be later, but rather, they're easing into it. Ain, too, is trying not to cum too early. Wolfwood has him stretched in every way he loves and craves, and while a big dick isn't everything... Ain is a known size queen, so it's sort of everything, okay.

Wolfwood's second reward for saying please like Ain wanted is to take that riding crop, lean back, and lash the back of his thigh with it. Not hard enough to bruise or anything, but it'll sting, and it'll leave a red mark for about an hour or two.]

That's a good pet... see what sort of rewards you get when you behave yourself?

[lupusxylem]

[It's another thing Wolfwood might have been pissed off about if he were sober, but his excessive drinking earlier is saving him here. The buzz in his veins is far from leaving at this point, and he is absolutely going to wake up with the worst hangover of his life in the morning, but that's an issue for future Wolfwood. Wolfwood in the present is getting his dick ridden, and it is so fucking good.

Make no mistake, he's been ridden before...but very, very sparingly compared to topping just outright. Any one of those times was just fine, nothing special or anything, and he'd go another round fucking the lady anyway. But in this particular case? He cannot actually imagine himself wanting anything other than Ain to keep doing exactly what he's doing right now. The way he bounces in his lap, deft and effortless, is mesmerizing. It makes him want to buck his hips up into the contact, to meet his every thrust. And, for once...he's actually thinking about what more he could do for Ain. Caress his cheek, perhaps? Press their lips together in another kiss?

...or, or. He can get whapped by that riding crop and cry out about it, a whimpered keen of a sound slipping from his throat as his nails dig that much harder into Ain's hipbones, pulling deep red lines across them.]

M...more...more, please-

[eidxiety]

[Ain likes his men horny and ruined, what can he say? God damn does he love those nails digging into his skin, god damn does he love the way he's got this supposedly-straight man begging to be ridden harder. Every "please" gets Ain to up the pace more, now at a full-on bounce in Wolfwood's lap. He's moaning, spine arched and toes curled, one hand splayed across the expanse of Wolfwood's stomach while the other...

The other is expectedly giving him more lashes. Light, loving, but made to sting. A reward... and one can only imagine what it'll look like if Wolfwood acts up. Ain angles his hips back, giving Wolfwood quite the view of himself disappearing into Ain with each bounce, and driving his cock that much deeper. Sometimes he's gasping, other times he's smirking down at Wolfwood... and if he's paying much attention, some of those thrusts give him just the slightest tummy bulge right underneath his navel.

Ain likes this man in the most fucked-up sense of the word. He wants to ruin him completely. Annihilate his expectations... rob him blind and leave him high and dry, wanting...

God. God.]

How's it feel, baby? Do you wanna cum? I bet I'll look real cute with your seed spilling between my thighs, won't I?

[lupusxylem]

[Ha...haha...it feels like he's going to cum soon whether he wants to or not, that's what it feels like. It feels like Ain is trying to suck his soul out through his cock and then some. It's like he's being given a personal show with the way Ain is working his lap right now, not just riding it, but riding it. Couple that with the regular lashes with the riding crop, and he's practically drooling from how horny it all has left him.

Like. What the fuck. What the fuck, actually?]

U-hh...nnhh...nnhh...

[All he can do is nod dumbly, frantically, because god yes he wants to cum. He needs to cum, but he needs it to be because Ain said it was okay for him to. Because, haha, turns out letting go and letting someone else have control for a change? Pretty sweet.

He finally gets the courage to move one hand from Ain's hip to rest it along the side of his neck, his fingers curling tentatively there as his head ducks forward, their foreheads lightly knocking together. Wolfwood is panting so hard at this point he's wheezing from the exertion, and it's a damn miracle he hasn't just fallen flat on his face by now.

Then...he realizes something, as their lips brush.]

Wh...what's yer name...

[eidxiety]

[Oh, he's not expecting such a sweet kiss from the man... who, yeah, he's realising neither of them gave their names, oops? Whoops... no, it's fine, anonymity is better when the initial interaction went "I'm not interested, have a nice night". Better to have only the quiet folk know his name, rather than the loud ones who'll reject him and probably spread it around. Mm... but Wolfwood's been good now that he's actually gotten his whole world rocked, hasn't he?

Pretty thing... Ain's returned kiss is just as gentle, if not a little more passionate. A hand curls over Wolfwood's and holds onto it, but his hips do not stop bouncing for even a second. He's going to drive both of them over the edge like this, he realises. It's going to be harmonious and wonderful and he's going to pat himself on the back for undoing yet another man's expectations of the world.]

It's Ain, baby...

[They're both sweaty and sticky. The sound of skin-on-skin is audible over the creaking of this old bed, which sounds liable to give out at any moment... or maybe it's just been overused these past few days, who knows. Ain does not work here, and he's gonna have to leave a coin on the mistress's desk as an apology for snagging one of her rooms (she will not care). But...]

What's your name, darling? What name do I cry when I cum?

[lupusxylem]

[Giving up his name, as an outlaw, is dangerous. Usually, they use aliases- Nicholas the Punisher, for example- to help keep the authorities off their tracks. But Wolfwood...is drunk. Drunk enough that he's not thinking straight, nor is he making the most rational of decisions at the moment...how can he be expected to, when he has such a pretty thing bouncing on his cock?

He's breathless, his legs are shaking, his head is swimming. He is not in any position to be smart. No, his brain is fucking leaking from his ears and every time Ain hits him with that riding crop, he hemorrhages braincells. Maybe the whore won't have any reason to save his name for future reference and Come After him or something, he doesn't know. He's not sure he cares.]

N-...Nick...Nicholas...Wolfwood...D. Wolf...guh-

[yes]

[eidxiety]

[...Ain is like... pretty sure... this is not a good name. But also.

...

God, he does not care. He gets the gist of it, he's literally melted a man's brain. As he wanted, to be honest! He wanted Wolfwood to become putty underneath him, he wanted to turn his brain completely off for a while. Ain is still hitting him with that crop every time he does something Ain likes, although his hits are a little lighter if he gets a kiss. The sweetness is rewarded with sweetness. Wolfwood otherwise being Ain's definition of good? He's getting lashed.

He thinks this is one of the first times he's ever seen a man go completely incoherent on him. There have been a few, yes, but rarely are they this messy. It's so endearing.]

Nick, huh? [He's gonna go with that and not... the rest of it. Nicholas Wolfwood D. Wolf.] You're holding on so well, Nick... what a good boy.

[One more lash to his thighs, this one harder than the last ones were, just to really leave his mark on the man.]

Cum for me, Nick. Let me feel you...

[lupusxylem]

[We have to assume Ain is okay with being creampied, because uhhhh...he is not thinking about pulling out right now. He's not sure he could even if Ain told him he had to. He is to far gone at this point, he is going to explode in just a few seconds here if Ain keeps cooing about how good of a boy he is.

He shifts his hips weakly, teeth grit behind his lips just as he leans in to try to kiss Ain again. He can't help it at this point, he craves the taste of them...the beer, the lipgloss, everything. He wants it all, in a way that's dangerously skirting a growing addiction. He licks his way into Ain's mouth, desperate for another hit, kissing and nipping at his lips in a desperate bid for more.]

Y-yes...yes, Ain...Ain...

[Then, Ain lashes him with the whip, hard. He tells him to cum, and that's...it. He comes completely undone.

Choking on a sob, Wolfwood thrusts his hips up as hard as he can up into Ain suddenly, and at the apex of that thrust, he pumps Ain full. He shoots off directly into his prostate, spilling over between them long before he's even come close to being done.

If Ain wanted to be dripping before this was all over, he's getting his wish.]