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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]

[Ain will finish the rest off, then. You can trust Ain to eat so much soup. He is a hungry boy, a workin' man, a gremlin, and so that soup will be gone. Nothing will go to waste.

Elria, too, has flopped. Mostly because Angelina flopped first, but they will now cuddle. The horses are eepy. Elria less so, since she was literally bred for this, but man it is so hard to be a horse.]

Thanks for dinner.

[Like, genuinely, thank you for sparing Ain from living off of trail mix and stuff. Because he would. He will.]

You wanna get into the wagon? It's getting chilly.

[lupusxylem]

[If Wolfwood weren't so....distracted, he might comment on how unusual it is for Angelina to cozy up to another horse like she has with Elria. Like sure, he knows the pair have been getting along, but this is a lot even for her...he has not yet realized the horses are lesbians because he simply isn't looking through that kind of lens, it's fine. The horses loev each other and Angelina is laying her head across Elria's back like she's a giant pillow or something.

By now they've probably taken the pot and bowls off to the river to get them washed so they're not sitting all night, which means there's nothing left now for them to do but go to the wagon. Wolfwood can't reasonably stall any longer. The sun is gone, the stars are out, and it's fucking freezing.]

Yeah. C'mon.

[The horses will be fine where they are since they're still hooked to the wagon with leads, meaning Wolfwood can go toss some water on the fire to put it out. They won't have to worry about animals attacking the horses at night either, not when Elria exists.

Into the wagon they go!! It's dark, so Wolfwood grabs one of their oil lanterns to light and hang from the ceiling of the wagon, careful to make sure it's secure so it doesn't fall in the night and set it on fire or something. Then, he'll busy himself with grabbing their sleeping bags out from their packs, unrolling them in long, soft rows all along the wagon's floor where their supplies aren't stored.

He is...suspiciously silent as he works, but if Ain looks he may notice his face is extremely red by the lamplight, and his jaw is set so tightly you can almost see the veins pop out in his neck.]

[eidxiety]

[Ahh, cute boy is tense... terrible, truly. Ain sees that tension and the stiff way he moves around, and sits there for a minute at the corner of the wagon, watching. The second those sleeping bags are laid out, Ain closes the back flaps to the wagon and ties them closed. Without the lantern light, it would be pitch black in here.

Mood lighting, he thinks of it as.

He stands from his position — not fully, because wagon and all that — and slinks over to Wolfwood, sinking down against his back with his arms around the man's waist.]

You're so stiff... breathe, I won't do anything to you unless you want me to, okay? I'm so mean and nasty and love stealing wagons, but I'm not awful like that. Take a breath.

[lupusxylem]

[It isn't until Wolfwood has flopped down into a sit among the soft padding that he even starts to relax a little, which is helped along by the way Ain comes over and loops his arms around his waist from behind. Despite, you know, everything going on with how he's acting here.

He shakes his head a little, not wanting Ain to get the wrong idea.]

No...I know. I know you wouldn't. You're... [...] ...not a bad person.

[He isn't a wholly GOOD person, but he isn't a bad one either.

Wolfwood hasn't found the courage yet to look back over his shoulder at Ain, so instead he'll look down at his hands stretched around his front, holding onto him gently. It's just them. They're out in the desert in the middle of nowhere, right now. Nobody knows they're here, not even his own gang.

...]

If. If you wanna make fun of me for sayin' I want to, then you might as well get it over with now.

[He huffs, looking at the wall.]

Ain't....ain't like it's gotta mean nothin'. I ain't made of stone.

[He is so pent up. He is dying. He does not even care if it's with a man at this point (he just can't admit that it's less that he can look past it, and more that it's becoming a preference).]

[eidxiety]

["Ain't like it's gotta mean nothin'" he says, and Ain thinks to himself that of course it means nothing, it's meant nothing this whole time, he just wanted someone to collar and tease and dominate. It didn't mean anything the first time, so it doesn't now.

He smooths a hand across Wolfwood's thigh, but otherwise stays in their current position.]

Will you tell me if you have any preferences, then? I want to do a lot to you, but... Mm, well, if you've never received before, you're probably going to be sore, and we're on the open road. That might not be great.

[And also it's not like wagon floors are comfortable at all despite having sleeping bags laid out on them. That might make the whole experience worse, actually.

Ain's life is suffering.]

You wanna be on top? Or do you just want me to ride you again? I won't get massively sore. [...] Or do you wanna risk being in a lot of pain for a long trip after all?

[Kisses along Wolfwood's jawline again... It's okay baby take your time.]

[lupusxylem]

[So many choices. Well, he knows good and well what he pictured in his head basically all night last night, but he wonders if that might only be because it's the only frame of reference he has. In fact, he's not been ridden by women that often at all. More often than not, he's just topping...and it's excessively boring. He gets off quickly, the woman...probably never did, let's be real, and then they go to sleep and he pays her before she leaves in the morning. It was the same song and dance ad nauseam.

Vanilla sex isn't what attracted him to Ain in the first place. It was the promise of things new and exciting, like being called a good boy and being collared and stepped on. As he's thinking, he finds his fingertips wandering up to brush over the charm on his collar again.]

I ain't too worried about bein' sore. I've ridden a horse for miles on end, I can deal with it.

[He says, not knowing what to expect.]

...I want somethin' different. Before I end up changing my mind.

[And letting the gay panic win and backing out.]

[eidxiety]

Sure, honey, but it's a different kind of sore. Ahhh... I guess you'll see, won't you?

[Ain shuffles to the side to dig around in his bag. He is Not doing this later. From it he pulls out a bottle of oil on and a leash, because. Well. He did promise this was going to happen at some point, and it may as well be now since he can't drag Wolfwood around town with it—

The bottle gets set aside, but the leash is quickly clipped onto the O-ring of the collar while Ain kisses along Wolfwood's pulse.]

You'll tell me if you need to stop, right?

[Like yes, he wants to rail this man stupid, but not if he's not enjoying it.]

[lupusxylem]

[Well! If Ain needed any confirmation of how Wolfwood is feeling about all of this, all it will take is a mere glance at his expression as that leash is clipped onto the collar to confirm it's good. His eyes widen a fraction, pupils dilating, shoulders relaxing from how hunched and tense they had been a moment prior. He looks briefly cowed- ashamed, even- but manages to shake it off in the wake of those kisses.

It's nice. It feels nice to be wanted, he thinks as Ain kisses him. It causes him to sigh deeply, eyes fluttering briefly closed as he leans into the contact.]

Mmhh...I will.

[eidxiety]

Good.

[Listen, BDSM is not fun if you don't have consent and a promise that if things get too much, you'll say "no". Ain fears that Wolfwood's nebulous sexuality and experimenting might lead him to not being brave enough to say "hey no don't". He's covering his bases.

But, now that that's out of the way... Ain scoots so that he's sitting behind Wolfwood, wanting to tease just a bit before he full-throttle just starts railing the man. He tugs the leash with one hand, light and playful, while the other starts to one-handedly and deftly undo buttons. Something that likely isn't shocking, considering Ain's thieving crimes twelve hours earlier.]

You're gorgeous. [He murmurs, sliding that shirt from Wolfwood's shoulders.] How pent-up are you, baby? You wanna try to go for a little longer tonight? I think I can get a couple orgasms out of you if so.

[lupusxylem]

[This is the first time Wolfwood is actually allowing himself to be open and vulnerable like this, not just with another man, but anyone. It's a state of mind he's never really been in before, and he's thankful that Ain has been gentle with him up until this point. Though normally he might have assumed he was being pitied for being weak or something, it's different with Ain.

Ain is different.

His throat bobs visibly as he swallows when Ain moves to sit behind him, prompting him to tilt his head back a fraction as the leash gets tugged on. He watches as he undoes the buttons of the front of his shirt, silently amazed by how quickly he's able to do it with just one hand.]

Unhh...very.

[Very. From this angle? Ain will see it: the man's been sporting a stiffy for god knows how long, now. Did he work himself up just thinking about the possibility of doing something after they ate?

Yes, actually. That's exactly how it went.

His head drops forward a little until the leash pulls it back, another heavy exhale passing his teeth.]

I can try. I've...never done it before.

[eidxiety]

Yes, because no one's taught you to have fun before. But I can tire you out real good and make sure you sleep well~.

[No wonder he was so stiff, no pun intended! Ain can't help but smile, which Wolfwood will feel when Ain kisses along the top of his shoulder. Ah, his "straight" boy is so cute... so so so cute. It's really unfair that God would plop this man in his lap and say hey, you can have this, but only sometimes because he's ~straight~. Ain understands, of course, but also.

Also.

God, why did you make your hottest men so homophobic.]

Look at you... poor thing, were you thinking about me all evening?

[Ain's manicured nails trace down Wolfwood's body, from his chest to his abdomen, catching on old scars as they go. It's a light, tickling feeling he's going for. Teasing. His fingertips ghost Wolfwood's waistband, fingertips briefly dipping beyond the hem of his pants before they retract. Instead, they go back up, thumbing over a nipple instead.]

[lupusxylem]

[He wants to immediately retort like "No, of course not", because that's the expected reaction. It is what society would want from him, as a straight man. But that isn't how he ends up answering. No, the words fall from his lips helplessly, unbidden.]

Yeah...I was.

[There's a certain feeling of relief, being- as Ain has put it- "honest". Just letting his heart speak freely no matter what conflicted thoughts are currently rolling around in his head. It makes his responses that much more intense as Ain's fingertips dance their way down his front, causing him to moan softly under his breath. And when Ain starts to tease at the waistband, as if he's going to actually reach in and touch him, Wolfwood's hips actually twitch forward for a second before Ain is pulling away, leaving him gasping sharply at the sensation of his chest being touched.

God. He forgot what this felt like.]

Fuck. Wh-....what th'fuck are you so pretty for...

[eidxiety]

[That actually makes Ain laugh, soft and entertained. Wolfwood baby you give him mad cute aggression.]

Am I pretty? You're sweet, you know. You make me want to do all sorts of things to you when you get all nice.

[Like, if Wolfwood is mean, Ain still wants to do things to him, let's be clear. But it's a little different then, just a tiny bit, where it's more like Ain wants to bite him and hit him with a riding crop and be a little meaner than he ordinarily would be.

Not that he's not planning on being mean tonight. He's still playing with Wolfwood's chest, after all, idly tugging that leash from time to time to ease the man into it. He'll be yanking on it later, no doubt.]

You want me to touch you, right? What do you say?

[lupusxylem]

[The feeling is mutual, Ain. Wolfwood wants to bite you and bite you and bite you-

He grits his teeth and writhes a little as Ain continues his ministrations, teasing his nipples in a way that makes him growl lowly under his breath. It's a more afflicted sound than it is angry.]

Rrghg...

[Come on, Nicholas.

What do you say?]

....please. Please touch me.

[eidxiety]

Good boy.

[Ain is still holding Wolfwood against him, legs spread on either side of him. It's kind of comical in a way; Wolfwood is a bit wider than Ain is, so Ain's legs are sort of spread-eagled open almost exaggeratedly. Your top is Smol, Wolfwood.

At this position, though, it's very easy for Ain to simply slide his hand down finally, ghosting his palm over Wolfwood through his pants, rubbing and teasing for a minute longer before he finally decides to undo the buckle and pull Wolfwood's pants down. It isn't really enough to expose his ass to the cool night's air, not yet anyway, but it's enough to free him from the confines of his pants.

Ain wastes no time, wrapping his lithe fingers around the head and letting his thumb tease the slit, pressing down and swiping precum away as he goes. It'll make for an easier glide, he thinks, gently ghosting his fingers underneath the glans and down from there.]

Look at you... I would've had you in my lap earlier if I noticed. My poor little pet...

[lupusxylem]

[To have Ain touch him finally, to have him call him a good boy? Wolfwood can barely take it. It's like he's finally indulging after fantasizing about all of these things for so long ever since they were together the last time, and this time he's actually lucid for it. He can remember the details more clearly, will remember them later for when they're apart and he replays this night over and over again in his mind. He bucks his hips up against his hand without even caring anymore about how it looks, whimpering as his fingers fist the top of the sleeping bags they're currently sitting on.]

Mmh-! Ain....

[Genuinely, he could just get off like this if Ain strokes him for long enough. He isn't sure he wants that, at least not this soon, but he absolutely could.

...actually, thinking on it? He doesn't care as much about what he wants. He wants Ain to do what he wants to do.

Let him be at his mercy. That's what he wants the most.]

[eidxiety]

[God damn those moans are glorious. There are a couple things that Ain really likes in a partner. A lot of them are surface-level; he likes men with big dicks and muscles and that are larger than him in some dimension, width or height or whatever. He likes his men a little bit fighty and a lotta bit willing to just do things for him, because at the end of the day Ain is a needy creature. Less surface-level than that, though, he loves men who will moan loudly and buck their hips and be unabashed about how they experience pleasure. Wolfwood is providing Ain an outlet for all his little kinks, and he's probably only half-aware of it.

Half-aware, not fully unaware, because Ain is currently Very Hard against Wolfwood's rear, felt easily through the loose fabric of his pants. He presses himself a touch harder against his partner's back just so that Wolfwood knows. He does things to Ain. Ain is also doing things to him, though, so it's only fair.]

Pretty boy... do you feel what you do to me when you moan like that?

[There's a sharp tug to the leash now, not a full yank, but enough to pull Wolfwood forward a slight bit. There's a sloppy, wet sound while Ain's hand works over Wolfwood, grip tightening a fraction, less of a tease and more of a full-on jerk now.]

What ever am I gonna do with you? How are you gonna fix it, I wonder...?

[lupusxylem]

[Though Wolfwood may not know it, he toes the line between being obedient and pliant and defiant and aggressive. The growls he makes are a small reminder of how hard he could bite if pushed in the right direction, but right now Ain has him squarely under his thumb.

And, you know, it does help a whole ton to feel that Ain is just as hard as he is, even if he can't see it. If anything, that just gets Wolfwood more excited as he leaks liberally all over Ain's fingers, panting openly now as he leans back heavily against his chest. He forgets how to speak for a moment, incoherently moaning and grunting to the tune of Ain jerking him off in earnest.]

Mmhh...mmh...I'll do...anythin' you fuckin' want...you just better not stop.

[eidxiety]

Ohh, well, in that case...

[Ain grins right against Wolfwood's ear, kissing along the shell of it before he bites down just slightly, chuckling lowly in the back of his throat. His hand does not stop for a second, and though the pace isn't unrelenting, he's definitely enjoying the way Wolfwood is arching against him.]

Have you ever given head, baby? 'Cause there's a lot I could teach a pretty mouth like yours to do.

[lupusxylem]

H-head...?

[Wolfwood huffs, barely able to focus with the way Ain is working him over. He has to think for a moment, and...if you ever have to think to remember if you've done something, it's very likely you haven't. He's starting to realize as he unlearns his toxic behaviors that admitting to never having pleasured somebody like that before is...kindof pathetic.

Hm.]

I...I ain't. Not like it matters though, right? [lol] It'd...be different for guys.

[Probably.]

[eidxiety]

[Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my GOD.]

...oh, honey.

[You are so cute but he wants to throttle you.]

Yes, it's different for guys, but you'd at least have some amount of experience. That's okay, though. I do like men who are basically virgins.

[Wolfwood is not a virgin. But with the things he's done? He may as well be a fucking virgin, okay. Ain is going to treat him like a virgin until such point where Wolfwood is very confident using his mouth and/or dick to get someone off.

Ain is having this discussion while he keeps jerking Wolfwood off, though his hand has slowed considerably, because it would be unsexy to bust a nut to the words "you're basically a virgin".]

Between you and me, I've always liked having men on leashes while they're giving me head...

[lupusxylem]

[It sure would be unsexy. Funny! But unsexy.

By the time Ain has slowed the pace of his hand, Wolfwood is left panting like a racehorse, his whole body slumped back against Ain's as he struggles to get his bearings. He's just on the cusp of climax- or what feels like the cusp, at any rate- feeling sweat bead up on his temples and the back of his neck.

Swallowing thickly, Wolfwood shifts to rest his head back against one of Ain's shoulders, finally peering back at him out of the corner of his eye.]

L-lemme guess...you want me to have a go at it...?

[eidxiety]

Only if you're comfortable with it, of course. I've got ways to get you off at the same time, so don't worry about me "stopping"...

Unless you don't want me to step on you at the same time, like when we first met.

[ :) ]

[lupusxylem]

[...big eyes emoji]

I mean...I wouldn't stop you...

[You know. Taps fingers together. If you want-]

[eidxiety]

[His pet straight boy is so cute. Just say you want to be dominated sweetie.

But, if that's the case, Ain is going to stop for a second, fully take his hand back from Wolfwood (sorry baby), and then hop up onto a pile of nearby stuff. It's Ain's tent, folded up and stacked on a crate of canned food and the sort, stuff that won't go bad on the road but makes for a good makeshift seat.

Ain tugs on the leash to get Wolfwood to turn to face him, still with his pants on and his shirt off, grinning down at him from his perch. Ain, meanwhile, is fully dressed.

An idea springs to mind, and his smirk widens a fraction.]

Come here, baby. You wanna help me undress?