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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]

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?

[lupusxylem]

[As Ain stands and walks over to the crate to have a seat on it, the slight tug on the collar means Wolfwood has to shift to turn around to face him...while still on the wagon floor. While kneeling, knees spread and hands resting on the floor in front of him, his length pulled free from his pants and already dripping onto the wood.

He really must look like his pet now, but Wolfwood isn't even thinking about that as he crawls his way forward a fraction so he's closer to where Ain ended up, gaze hooded as he looks up at him expectantly. Unsurprisingly, his thighs are shaking a little from the denial at this point.]

'Kay...can't exactly reach ya from down here though, can I?

[eidxiety]

[Hmm...]

Aww, I'm not that high up, love.

[Ain's clothes are simple, too. They're light, meant to deal with the desert heat while being easy enough to take off because he's Ain, he must. A plain shirt with buttons and frills (because he's Ain), pants with a simple button but that are loose around the legs and flow if the wind blows too hard.

Nothing complicated. Easy enough for Wolfwood to slip his fingers into.

Ain presses the toe of his boot between Wolfwood's legs, nudging against his still-clothed balls.]

You can do it from the floor. You have two hands and arms that reach up, don't you?

[lupusxylem]

[Haha, oh.

Well. If that isn’t incentive to get to work, he doesn’t know what is.

Ain presses his boot against his crotch, and Wolfwood is certain that if he weren’t already on his knees, they would have given out. He very nearly loses control of his voice in that moment, falling forward a little before catching himself with one of his palms flat against the floor. He just barely resists the urge to grind against his boot, instead forcing his head up to look at Ain from below because good god, what a sight he is to behold right now. Seeing him from this angle is ten times hotter than the alternative.

Instead of answering verbally, Wolfwood ends up nodding shakily as he sits himself up on his knees (as best he can if Ain keeps his foot where it is, anyway) so he can reach up and start to unbutton the front of Ain’s shirt…

…but not before he finally gives in, surging forward with his hands pulling at the fabric to drag Ain into an urgent kiss, their lips clashing more than a gentle peck would suggest this time.]

[eidxiety]

[Wolfwood is allowed on his knees for this, it's okay, Ain will just put his boot back right against that cock when he's done. He's a patient top, okay.

But boy does he love kisses, and he's realising suddenly that he didn't really give Wolfwood a proper kiss. He just went for it immediately. Booooo he's losing his top rights.

Ain still grips the leash in one hand, but the other finds itself threading through Wolfwood's hair, pulling him in closer. His lips part on instinct, swiping his tongue across Wolfwood's, a groan in his throat when he deepens the kiss. Little known facts about him are that he loves kissing, something Wolfwood will clue into soon if he hadn't the prior night they slept together. He slides forward on the box he's perched on, thighs spread around Wolfwood's hips due to the angle.

The kissing is wet, sloppy, and audible in the small space they're in. Ain's favourite type, honestly.]

Mmm... so cute, Nick...

[lupusxylem]

[Kissing like this is like a soothing balm on a burn, one that makes him moan deeply into Ain’s mouth over it like he’s never had a kiss this good. But he won’t just kiss and do nothing else; he continues his work as they’re liplocked, unbuttoning Ain’s shirt the rest of the way down, sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms so he can see him shirtless just like he’s been in his dreams. Beautiful, like the most pristine porcelain.

He doesn’t stop there. His hands rest for a moment against Ain’s chest, large enough to nearly cover his chest from one side to the other with both hands side-by-side, but he can’t allow this to distract him. He’ll continue to bring his hands lower, fumbling for Ain’s waistband until he finds the button there and starts the same process over again, his tongue passing insistently over his bottom lip.]

Mmhh…nnh…speak for yourself…

[eidxiety]

[If Ain were more interested in showing Wolfwood just how sensitive he can be when the control isn't his... he'd certainly encourage those hands on his chest more. But no, no, he'll let Wolfwood figure that out on his own, he thinks. Let him explore a little on his own time.

The shirt falls away like silk, and the button on his pants snaps open with a metallic "pop". There's a sigh as some of the pressure is alleviated, and Ain leans back a touch, breaking their kiss as he does. There's a deeply loving look in his half-lidded eyes when he looks down at Wolfwood.]

That's a good boy. You're good at following orders, aren't you?

[Ain's free hand cradles Wolfwood's cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone. Handsome... rugged. All for Ain, at least for right now.]

Don't be shy, baby. It doesn't bite.

[lupusxylem]

[Once again, Wolfwood finds himself nodding dumbly, as if on autopilot. He’s becoming drunk rapidly on the praise, but even that isn’t enough to make him forget about his upcoming task.

Don’t be shy, Ain says, yet this is probably going to be one of the larger hurdles that Wolfwood has to get past. He didn’t really do much their first night by way of pleasuring Ain after all, so this is his first dip into completely new territory.

He can see that bulge in Ain’s underwear. It’s right there in front of his face. Wolfwood, unsurprisingly, has never touched another man’s dick before.

…but he is no coward.]

…if I do something wrong, stop me.

[Or like, if he hurts you or something, because…he’s tentatively reaching forward now, and instead of immediately shoving his hand down Ain’s pants, he’ll start small. He traces his fingertips agonizingly light over his clothed erection before gaining the confidence to press in a little more, actively tracing the line of him as he goes.

Look he knows he’s actually going to blow him but he’ll get there.]

[eidxiety]

As much I wanna mess you up, baby, I'm also here to teach you. Don't worry... I'm a fan of positive feedback.

[If Wolfwood has a praise kink, oh boy, he's really in it now. Ain knows nothing but praise. He's not going to insult or degrade, he's simply going to "good boy" Wolfwood into a pile of goo.

Of course... Ain isn't made of stone either. He can act like he is to a point, but having hands on him? That revs his engines more than anything else. He's not the sort to let himself have hands on him early most of the time, unless it's for things like this, when he's playing the domme. Power bottoming the hell out of Wolfwood the other night was exactly how Ain does things most of the time. He doesn't need hands on him, but goddamn does he love it, and it shows when he pushes his hips against Wolfwood's hand with a light sigh.

The leash gets an encouraging tug.]