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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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[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.]

[eidxiety]

[If Ain didn't want to be creampied, it wouldn't be him, that would be a doppelganger which you should shoot immediately. He loves being filled, dammmit, this is why he does what he does to get money rather than just lifting people's stuff like a normal thief. There's some sort of Pavlovian feedback loop associated with seduce man > get fucked > rob him blind > buy something expensive > repeat. Still, he's not even thinking of burglary right now. He's thinking about how sweet Wolfwood calls his name, the desperate way he licks into Ain's mouth, and how damn wonderful it is when the pretty man comes undone right into him.

Ain's eyes roll back into his skull, head thrown back and eyelids fluttering. As Wolfwood rides out his own orgasm, Ain's hips keep moving, riding him until he's completely spent... and Ain himself is not far behind. Feeling Wolfwood pulse into him like that, alongside everything else they've been doing, and the salacious way the man cries his name out like he's some sort of deity?

Yeah, no, he wasn't going to last either.]

Nick... Oh, Nick...

[He moans that name on an exhale, not so much putting on a show as much as just genuinely enjoying the moment. He climaxes so hard his vision goes starry for a second, pumping all over Wolfwood's stomach and chest, rocking his hips until the both of them are empty.

This is the best sex he's had in a while. Thank you, homophobic man, for your penis. Ain will cherish it.]

[lupusxylem]

[Oh good, in that case they're both in good company here because they are going to make a fuuuuucking mess between the two of them. Wolfwood simply cannot hold himself back anymore, he is riding out one of the hardest orgasms he's ever had, to the point where he feels like he's about to pass out too. He sways dangerously as he feels Ain shooting across his chest and stomach, painting him with thick ropes of his cum just in time for Wolfwood to actually lose his balance finally, falling backwards onto his back on the mattress. He's still heaving, still humping into Ain despite the fact that he's gone down to a trickle now, barely a dribble inside of him after filling Ain completely to the brim. Like, this poor man is gonna be a gusher when he pulls out-

By this point though, Wolfwood has given up any pretense he had before of being aloof and distant. His arms ended up wrapped around Ain at some point during all of that, and now he's holding him atop his (very sticky) chest, eyes closed and chin tilted back towards the ceiling.

He needs.........a minute. Or like, a day, to recover from this.]

[eidxiety]

[Oh god he killed him.

Ain winds up flopping over on top of Wolfwood afterwards, and the embrace is very appreciated. He's sweet... when he's drunk and just nut, anyway. They're both sticky, but there's a bath they can use in this room — obviously they're not going to send the other sex workers to the next man all sticky, too, because gross, that's not everyone's kink. But for now...

For now, his head is on Wolfwood's chest, and he's abandoned the riding crop somewhere off to the side. Ain's fingers are instead tracing over a scar, drawing nonsense patterns into the skin.]

How are you doing, baby?

[lupusxylem]

[How is he doing? He's slipping in and out of consciousness that's how he's doing hbu-

Wolfwood sort of groans at first as a response to Ain's question, unable to do or say much of anything. He just...he has to lay there, because that orgasm was so mindblowing he's pretty sure it changed him as a person. Hold please.]

Jus' cummed m'brains out..

[Yes honey, we know.]

[eidxiety]

Mmhmm, and it was divine. I've never had anybody cum that much before.

[There is So Much in him right now. Had Ain not tired himself out, he would probably still be erect about it. Getting fucking stuffed is a fetish, okay, let him have this.]

You did so well! Haha... I almost want to keep you for another night. Too bad~. I'd like to see you sober next time and see if you're even cuter then.