[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]

Mmmrggh...

[Grumble grumble...he'd flip over, but he's too exhausted somehow to move. His legs feel like they've been pumped full of lead, though that might just be Ain's weight still settled on them. Ain is still seated on his cock after all, even though Wolfwood had to fall over about it.]

Can't believe you'd want me t'come back.

[He's been a right pill, he knows that much. It's just that being drunk like this is the only thing that's allowing him to be vulnerable enough to admit that.]

[eidxiety]

Pretty boy like you? I could show you so many things, if you'd let me.

[Wolfwood might want to just... shove Ain off of him. Like, he'll get up on his own, but it'll be quicker if he pushes Ain away and pulls out.]

Besides... I haven't gotten to see you in a collar yet, have I? Haha... have you seen the light yet, or are you still straight?

[lupusxylem]

[He'll get to that, he's just busy mcdying. He's pretty sure his legs are numb? His cock may also be numb-]

...mm. Dunno.

[Eepy...the question remains as to whether he's just saying that, or if he's just too drunk to formulate a proper answer. Maybe he really doesn't know. That seems like the more likely outcome, actually.]

Sure was better than any fuck I've ever had.

[eidxiety]

Good. That's what sex is supposed to be, love. It's supposed to be passionate and messy and fun... and not take two minutes.

[Ain sits up now, hopping off of Wolfwood. There's this gross, wet noise as he pulls Wolfwood out of him, and a mess leaking between his thighs immediately after. It makes him shudder, in a good way.

God, thank you for sending this big, burly, testosterone-addled man to his doorstep.]

You want to take a bath, love? There's a tub behind the door there. There should be well water already drawn, but you'll need to give the coals a minute to heat up.

[lupusxylem]

[Here’s the thing. Wolfwood is very used to the pet names. Prostitutes like using them with their clients, so he’s been called everything under the sun. Honey, dear, love, etc. it’s nothing new.

…so why does his heart flutter every time this guy says it?

No time to think, because Ain is pulling off and he’s making a whorish moan of his own about it, his head thudding against the pillows as his own cum spills back out onto him. God damn, he hasn’t cum that much in one go in ages…]

Uh…yeah. Be there in a sec.

[Trying to find his will to move again.]

…whadda’ I owe you…?

[eidxiety]

[Meanwhile, Ain is sitting on the edge of the bed doing a big stretch with his back facing Wolfwood, and there sure is a whole-ass tattoo back there. It flexes along his spine as his back arches.

He has freckles on his butt. God help you Wolfwood.]

One silver coin. Two if you think it was that mind-blowing... Three if you wanna walk out of here with a collar around your neck.

[Ain you cannot keep him he's an outlaw he's not a dog—

Despite the pain in his lower back from that big dick, Ain — used to this and perfectly fine — gets up and saunters right into the room with the bathtub to start heating the coals. Wolfwood can watch his hips sway as he walks, if he'd like.

He can also watch the mess dripping between Ain's thighs, too. You know. If he wants.]

[lupusxylem]

[Oh, oh yeah. He wants. He may be trying real hard to repress these urges, but he wants.

God help him indeed, he's going to be seeing Ain's ass in his dreams no matter what he does. Like, how is he even able to stand up right now? He's just waltzing off from the bed like nothing happened...

He'll worry about getting his coinpurse out later. Right now, he needs to try to get up and get to the bath...but his knees are weak, and the moment he tries to slide off the bed, he ends up just sort of...slumping there awkwardly, still drunk enough that the world is spinning out of control even from the slightest movement.

God maybe he shouldn't have had those three or four extra shots he ordered.]

Th'fuck did I get into this mess...

[He mumbles under his breath as he struggles upright.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain can get up like nothing happened because he's not drunk nor inexperienced Wolfwood—

That's fine, though. When Wolfwood isn't immediately in the little room, Ain gives him a minute — he has to get the water hot first — and then saunters out to help. Poor drunk idiot.]

Come here. Put your arm around my shoulders...

[Time to help a drunk into the bath! It's big enough for two people on account of... This is a brothel... People probably fuck in this. But Ain is putting Wolfwood into it first.

It's not going to be a romantic bath, it's going to be a clean up and get out bath.]

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood is...surprised, actually, when Ain comes back to help him. Most times, he's not really used to getting help of any kind. If he's struggling, he has to pick himself up. If he's cornered, he has to figure a way out of it on his own. So having Ain just come over unasked, unprompted, to help him up to his feet...for once, he feels less like he's weak and incapable, and more that he's appreciative. He is growing a positive feeling here, what the hell.

He wobbles to his feet with Ain's help, shuffling his way over to the bathroom.]

Head hurts.

[eidxiety]

[Wolfwood please your toxic masculinity, it took one twink getting you to kneel to flip your worldview on its head. Turns out people CAN help you and CAN take the edge off for you! Turns out being a tough guy is stupid!

Get in the bath babe (Ain is helping him into the bath, he'll be along after).]

Because you drank so much? [Not to call you out but uhhh calls you out.] Haha... get comfortable.

[He's grabbing a cloth and getting into the water right in front of Wolfwood. Hi pretty boy.]

[lupusxylem]

Mmm. Don't usually drink that much.

[He drinks plenty, don't get him wrong, but he's not typically a fan of getting black out drunk, which he's certain this will turn into. He's already feeling it in the edges of his senses, a heavy weighted blanket threatening to smother him pretty much at any second. As soon as they get out of this bath and into bed proper he is going to die, it's just a matter of when more than if.

Getting in the hot water is nice. Again, warm baths are a luxury you're not often afforded when you spend a lot of your time camping, so he's more used to bathing in cold rivers more than anything. It's tempting to just sink into it and fall asleep, but he manages to keep himself upright just as Ain joins him.

Aaa.]

Am I payin' extra for this?

[Ain joining him in the bath, he means.]

[eidxiety]

Not unless this convinces you that you want that collar after all, babe.

[Ain has to be clean too, y'know, and maybe it's the polite and nice thing to do to make sure Wolfwood actually makes it out of here in one piece. He can't technically stay here, he needs to go back to the inn... Ain will just drive him back, it's fine. Surely Wolfwood can handle being seated on the back of a horse?

He's going to scrub the man's front down. They're not taking a full bath, this isn't romantic bath time, this is get clean and get the fuck out time.]

I don't send my clients back out into the world all sticky, that's all.

[lupusxylem]

[I mean. How do you rationalize wanting this but also still having that toxic mindset not allowing you to have things you've deemed too demeaning for you to enjoy, asking for a friend-

Even though Wolfwood isn't brave enough for a collar, he will be thinking about it later even when he leaves this interaction. You know, definitely not thinking about this job he's meant to be doing, but maybe that'll actually sink in when he's no longer drunk off his ass.

Anyway, he is being worshed and the only reason he's not getting hard again is because he's so tired.

(Maybe he's getting a little hard, but he will simply not bring it up)]

I guess. I've never done this with anybody else though.

[eidxiety]

[If Ain wanted to continue exacerbating this situation, he'd comment on it, but he'll be nice. He'll help get this poor, drunk man who does not deserve his kindness clean. He still thinks he can break the guy down and then leave him in the dust with his gay thoughts, after all.

Scrub, scrub...]

Seriously? Not even the girls you slept with? Not even with a real lover? [...] Oh my God, you haven't even been in love, have you? No wonder you're the way that you are!!

[lupusxylem]

[Haha...Wolfwood deflates inwardly when Ain quips that he's never been in love which, yeah, of course he hasn't. Who's going to love an asshole like him? How is he going to settle down with anyone when he's a wanted outlaw? Who would want that kind of life on the run? Other outlaws, perhaps, but none of them are pleasant either, nor are they particularly interested in shacking up at the moment.

He glances off to the side, chewing on the inside of his lip.]

Have you ever been in love with any of the men you've fucked?

[eidxiety]

Well, sure.

[Ain tilts his head, trying to catch Wolfwood's gaze... but that doesn't wind up happening, so he turns to washing himself off next. The water sloshes about as he does so.]

They wouldn't have been clients, not necessarily, but that doesn't mean I haven't slept around just for fun. [Which, don't get him wrong, this is fun too — but he's not going to charge someone he's got a budding crush on for the opportunity to fuck his ass.] And sometimes, "just for fun" means "I have feelings for this man". It hasn't happened in a while, but I'm not completely blind to it.

[lupusxylem]

[Somehow, a nonchalant "well sure" was not the answer he was expecting. He listens regardless as he sits there in the warm water still all suds'd up and marinating, glancing up after a moment to watch Ain past his lashes as he washes himself off.]

Guess I wouldn't know. I dunno what bein' in love is like.

[eidxiety]

I mean... If it worked out for me, I probably wouldn't be here now, would I?

[Who knows how many men Ain has passed up, or that have been uninterested in him despite his interest in them, that could've saved him from his own bullshit. Not that he needs to be rescued... Maybe he'd just get a partner in crime out of it.

Sigh. Romance... A thing he will never have, because he's too freedom-seeking to settle down anywhere permanently.]

Maybe you will one day? I bet someone would really like you if you pulled your head out of your ass, haha!!

[lupusxylem]

[...okay NOW Wolfwood is looking at him directly, deadpan.]

Y'don't really think before you open your mouth, do you?

[eidxiety]

Nor do you. We're a match made in hell, don't you think?

[Winks.]

Now, do I need to take you back to the inn? You can ride on the back of your horse and not fall off while I steer, right?

[lupusxylem]

[Could they be considered a match at all? Maybe...

Wolfwood thinks about that for a moment, shucking a hand through his damp hair.]

...yeah. S'too far for me to walk.

[Angelina would have been driven into a building and she would have been like yo what the fuck]

[eidxiety]

[Poor horse lmao

Ain is getting out, then, and Wolfwood will be greeted to Ain just standing up in the water and stretching and groaning in the way you do when the stretch is real good. Sorry about the cock in your face. (He's not sorry.) He hops out to grab towels, though, and he'll help Wolfwood dry off and get dressed again before he's putting his many layers back on.

Wolfwood better not forget to pay him or Ain's gonna make the thieving personal, though—]

If you're sober tomorrow and come to that same saloon we met at... There may just be a "next time" in your future, pet.

[lupusxylem]

[Dude that cock in his face is GOING to make him act up for real. He is in the midst of acting up as we speak, at least until Ain manages to move out of the way before he can think about it too hard.

Being helped out, again, is once more appreciated in a very confusing sort of way as he gets dry and redresses himself, feeling that pounding headache starting up in the back of his head and neck. U g h. He rubs his eyes with his free hand, reaching into his jacket pocket just as Ain mentions a "next time".

...that's right. He can't just leave and let that be it, can he. Ain is his target, he has to soften him up and get his guard down enough so that he can be cornered. He just didn't think it would end up being this difficult.]

Mmm...yeah. We'll see.

[The coins jingle in his hand as he grabs for Ain's wrist, pulls it forward so his hand is out palm up, and drops the coins into it before he can say anything.

Three silver.]

[eidxiety]

[...]

Oh...? And here I thought you were going to chicken out on me. Ah, I'll have to affix a cross charm to it later.

[Ain just has a collar, of course, because he does what he does and if a man wants to be collared he won't say no. That said... Wolfwood can simply have this one, which he's pulling from his bag of stuff (another bottle of oil, extra clothing, more leather things, you know how it is). He stands on his tiptoes to affix it to Wolfwood's neck, kissing along his pulse as he tugs the leather into place and does up the buckle. It's a snug, but not overly tight, fit.

Pretty... Ain slips his finger through the ring and tugs on it a tad playfully.]

Gorgeous boy... what am I going to do with you, hm?

[lupusxylem]

...dunno. Dump me off as soon as y'can, if you know what's good for you?

[You know, just a suggestion. Before he sobers up and becomes Self Aware again. Right now, the more vulnerable side of his brain is still being let out to play, and as Ain kisses along his neck before affixing the collar to it, he feels every single one, like a firey brand to his skin.

...he is going to have to take this off later, but for now it stays. For now, he lifts a hand to sort of vaguely touch the leather, as if he can't quite believe it's really there.]