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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 hold that hand, don't even ask twice. He pulls it up between them, settling it back against the sleeping bags and intertwining their fingers. It leaves his hands occupied for maybe grasping that leash or picking up the crop he left nearby, but maybe that doesn't matter for tonight. They can play kinky sex some other time, too.

...

Yeah, not gonna think about that part.

Ain will keep rolling his hips into Wolfwood until either the man says no stop, or until he's bottomed out. Whichever happens first. If he does get to bottom out, though, it's not without a moan and Ain needing to screw his eyes shut because... Tight... How can he be expected not to just nut immediately, huh??]

[lupusxylem]

[Well Ain if YOU nut immediately then Wolfwood will also nut immediately, and neither of them want that. You're doing amazing so far, sweetie-

Fortunately for both of them Not Dying, Wolfwood manages to hold on the entire time, to the point where it's one of those situations where he doesn't even realize Ain's bottomed out. Like when you get a shot and you're like "ok I'm ready" and the doctor is like "it's already done lol".

He's got one eye shut, as a matter of fact, looking up at Ain with his lip curled in a grimace.]

I s-said you could keep goin'...

[No thoughts in this man.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain would feel insulted if he wasn't keenly aware that he's above average here— like if someone said "keep going I'm not satisfied" to someone with a smaller dick uhhhhh, but.

He sort of ekes out a chuckle instead.]

Babe, all six inches of me are already in you. I'm giving you a moment to adjust before I start moving.

[Lord knows Wolfwood's gonna want that, but Ain teasingly rocks his hips a touch anyway.]

I don't want to break you in half.

[Considering six inches is about the length from entry point to just underneath the bellybutton, breaking in half is likely. He's sorry he wants to be so gentle with you.]

[lupusxylem]

....oh.

[...he. He totally knew that. Yeah, totally-

Wolfwood swallows thickly, finally opening both eyes so he can look down at himself. It is...quite a sight to see- a soft sound escaping him when Ain teasingly rocks into him- seeing the way Ain is buried in his own ass all the way to the hilt. It will become even More...More once he starts moving in earnest, and he can properly see his dick moving in and out of him...

He isn't even sure what to do, now. Should he be doing something? His brows furrow a little, his hand shifting so he can hold Ain's a little tighter.

Look at him, he's not even afraid to hold your hand anymore, Ain! Progress. :) ]

What...what do I do now?

[eidxiety]

[Aww his straight boy :)]

You're adorable. [Oh god Ain is so into fucking losers and himbos and idiots who don't know their ass from their elbow.] You lay there and moan real loudly, and if you wanna drag your nail down my back, that's an extra treat for me.

[He grins, a bit wicked, a bit strained because Wolfwood is so tight around him... and he starts to rock his hips in earnest now, still slow, still not as fast as he would go with someone experienced, but Wolfwood will really start to feel it. Ain will, too, face twisting in a clear mix of pleasure and holding back so he doesn't snap this man's spine. He's going to be in enough pain in the morning, better not make it worse.]

[lupusxylem]

[His straight boy :)

He just lays here? Really? That almost doesn't seem right, but...that kindof is what he expects from the lady when he has boring heterosexual sex, so maybe he just never thought about what it might be like to have the roles flipped.

But alright. He trusts Ain. For some insane reason, he trusts this guy he's meant to get arrested more than he does most people. Almost as much as the other guys in his gang, now that he thinks about it...

Actually, maybe he won't think about that. He shouldn't think about that.

He should think about Ain slowly rolling his hips, finally giving him his first real taste of receiving. It's similar to being fingered in that it's just as tight and overwhelming, yet completely different because of just how much sensation it is. Not just tight, not just a little uncomfortable...it's the way Ain's dick rubs up against his prostate with literally every thrust that makes Wolfwood feel like he's going to go insane.

Is this what it's supposed to be like?]

A-ain...N-ah-

[eidxiety]

[Yes, sweet darling straight boy (no longer straight you cannot come back from bottoming to a twink), it's supposed to be like this, it's supposed to feel amazing and maybe just a bit too tight.]

H-haha... I told you, didn't I? It feels good, doesn't it, love?

[He does not have it in him to be tugging leashes right now even though he really wants to. One hand is occupied on Wolfwood's hip, fingers bruising the skin with his grip, and the other is still holding onto Wolfwood's hand. Maybe it's a little more romantic than he intended for the night, but that can't be a bad thing.

Can it?

Romance is not on Ain's brain (he's telling himself it sure is not) and he, instead, focuses on his movements. Wolfwood seems like he's fine so far, actually, and so he ups the pace just a touch. A bit faster, a bit harder, really fucking into the man now rather than just going at that languid pace from a moment ago.

Like this, Ain can't help but moan alongside Wolfwood, scrunching his face, mouth agape. Oh... god, he's so tight, it's so damn good.

Fuck.]

You feel so good, babe... ugh...

[lupusxylem]

[As it stands, this isn't the most comfortable location for this. They could be in a bed somewhere, on a cozy-enough mattress that supports both of their weights. Instead, Wolfwood is laying back on a couple of sleeping bags on the hard-wood floor of a wagon they stole, yet the stiffness of the floor couldn't be further from his mind right now. He'll be feeling it by morning, of course, but for now?

All he can feel, really, is that cock. That massive cock that's no longer just tentatively moving in and out of him, now having set a regular pace that ekes a moan from his lips with every thrust. He can feel Ain's thighs connecting with his own, and what he thought would make him feel small and inferior makes him feel wanted and loved.

....wait. No, not that-

A higher-than-normal whine issues in the back of his throat when Ain suddenly hits something that feels particularly good, his face half-buried in the crook of Ain's neck as his free arm reaches around Ain's shoulders and tries to pull him closer. He'd have both arms wrapped around his neck if one wasn't so busy being held.]

H-hahh...hhh...fuck...fuck...

[This is, truly, the pinnacle of Wolfwood's coming-to-terms-with-being-closeted. He's never felt anything like this, ever. And it's not simply the pleasure, but the deep connection he's feeling at the same time. It's like...

Something he's found for the first time, and he doesn't want to have to let it go.]

Please...k-eep- ...goin'...

[eidxiety]

[You're so cute, honey, he is so not stopping anytime soon. Ain will hold himself back for as long as possible so that he can see Wolfwood come undone underneath him, so don't worry about a thing. He has great control... over that specifically. If it were up to him right now and they didn't have somewhere to be, he'd probably spend all night fooling around.

They'll do this in a bed next time so whoever bottoms doesn't need to break their fucking spine. There shouldn't be a next time, but Ain is already thinking of next time. Maybe they'll find a nice cabin in the mountains and— okay no stop this isn't the time. Cease. Stop. You don't love him or want to keep him, you want his money, hhh...

Ain allows Wolfwood to pull him closer, capturing his lips in a deep, sloppy kiss, one which he constantly has to interrupt because he's too busy moaning about it to really do anything else. There's no finesse to it, nothing except Ain going absolutely feral and trying not to climax too early. The sound of their hips slapping together is audible in the narrow space, the sleeping bags rustling underneath them. Ain pants heavily against Wolfwood's skin, brow furrowing in pleasure.

It's too good. Fuck, he has way too much sexual chemistry with this straight boy.]

[lupusxylem]

[Before today, Wolfwood had no idea sexual chemistry was real. He didn’t think it was a thing. His ideas about everything were based around a very toxic mindset and were, frankly, wrong. He’s having to come to terms with how wrong he’s been, and how much he’s starting to think that maybe…just maybe, this…

It might be a change that he doesn’t mind. And that scares him, deep down.

Right now though, his logical and primal brains are not on the same planet right now. The no-homo feelings are buried six feet under as he rises his hips up frantically to meet Ain’s as they come down into him, over and over and over. It’s fast now, but he wouldn’t say it’s so fast as to be painful or overwhelming. No, it’s just right. Just barely enough that he still finds himself whimpering at Ain for more. Faster, harder. He’s drawn blood along Ain’s shoulders at this point, his nails dug in so deep that he would have to physically pull back to get away. He’s leaked a puddle all over his front and down his inner thighs, his body desperate for release.

He is going to cum from his ass for the first time. He can feel it coming at the edges of his senses before it actually hits him full force like a runaway wagon, a sobbing-cry tearing from his throat as he tries to throw himself up into the tight stretch of Ain’s cock as he peaks. His peak brings with it an orgasm like no other, his seed streaking all the way up onto his own collarbone, onto Ain, all over his abdomen…

His vision gets hazy, quickly blackening around the edges as he throws his head back and cries out again, stars exploding behind his eyes. He can’t…

He just can’t. He can’t believe it.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain's going to have to revoke the straight boy title from you now, sorry Wolfwood. You are now his closeted gay boy. There ain't no way this man is going back to being heterosexual after that orgasm, that's for sure. Ain wants to smirk about it and say something coy, but... he can't, really, because he's too lost in his own bliss. Wolfwood very suddenly squeezes him like a vice, and it takes Ain's last shreds of self-control to not come undone instantly, to help Wolfwood through his first.

After that, all bets are off. He watches the man come undone as much as he can before he's pulled down against Wolfwood, hissing at the sting of claws in his back and moaning seconds after. The hand holding Wolfwood's tightens, squeezes, and Ain chases after his own climax a short second after.

Wolfwood will likely feel that overstimulation for another thirty seconds after while Ain pumps into him, relentless and uneven, until he ducks his head down and moans sharply against Wolfwood's lips. His hips slam into Wolfwood's, as deep as he can get himself, and his partner will feel the way his system is suddenly flooded as Ain pumps him full.

There's a whimper at the end, and Ain blearily thinks to himself he hasn't came that hard in some time, having to lay down across Wolfwood's front despite the sticky mess because he physically cannot stop shivering after that one. Wolfwood is going to be Messy later whenever they part.

For now, though, Ain is trying to catch his breath. They're still holding hands, and he's weirdly fine with this arrangement. It was... almost too romantic after he dropped that leash, wasn't it.]

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood has never before, in his entire life, felt something this intense. If he had a weaker constitution, he may have just passed out on the spot. As it stands his ability to be coherent is still pretty questionable, his vision blurring in and out of focus the entire time he’s yanked between pleasure and a brief reprieve. It sure is something to feel the peak of a mind-blowing orgasm, only to come down from it just for a moment before your partner cumming in your ass is enough to send you spiraling through a second. It leaves him struggling to draw breath, fighting for any sense of clarity while he’s drowning in sensation.

If he didn’t feel so good, he’d wonder if this is what it felt like to die. It still could be that, he isn’t entirely sure.

But there’s something else that he couldn’t have anticipated. This sense, this feeling that it’s made that much better because Ain is feeling the same way he is right now. Even as he’s overstimulated, forced through a second orgasm, and then cycled back into overstimulation once more, he can tell that Ain is really feeling it too. He returns the kiss just as readily as Ain moans into his mouth, sloppy and uncoordinated, simply seeking…more. More contact, more pleasure, more of Ain.

It only lasts for just a minute or so, yet it feels like it goes on for a century. His entire body feels spent like it’s been wrung dry in the aftermath, even though he’s shivering right alongside Ain after all of that. Something about that though…it prompts Wolfwood to tighten his grip around Ain, holding him closer, their chests pressed together with their hearts hammering out of sync.

He can’t speak. He can’t think. He can’t do anything but lay there and try to not just pass out.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain didn't mean to give Wolfwood that second orgasm, but you know what? He's considering that a badge of honour. That's three in one night, Wolfwood is going to be so sore in the morning. Ain wonders if he'll take it well or be like "man this sucks I'm never having gay sex in the back of a wagon ever again".

For now, he's lying on Wolfwood and holding his hand and trying to remember how to breathe. He should grab a rag and help Wolfwood wash off, at least, but...

...kicking the ends of the sleeping bags over them like blankets, this is fine.]

Shouldn't sleep like this... your legs are gonna be more sore than they would be if I wasn't laying on you.

[And still in him, you know.]

[lupusxylem]

[But what if...they did sleep like this. What if he simply died, actually-

Wolfwood is still just barely coherent, groaning softly under his breath all the while as Ain kicks the sleeping bags over them, and honest to god if Ain weren't keeping them on track Wolfwood probably would just go to sleep with Ain still in his ass. Oops.]

Ffffuckkkkk...

[Is all he manages initially, his cheek pressed against Ain's shoulder.]

M'fuckin'...lower half....s'numb...

[How is he supposed to move like this-]

[eidxiety]

Well... You came three times and got fingered for half an hour, I dunno, I warned you.

[Ain would love to stay buried in Wolfwood all night! It's warm in there! But Wolfwood's going to be unable to Person tomorrow... probably no matter what, but Ain thinks it'll be worse if they sleep like this.

He kisses Wolfwood on the collarbone and then sits up, unclipping the leash from the collar. Then, Ain decides to end the cockwarming earlier than he would otherwise, sitting back and pulling out with a groan. Sorry about everything that comes out after Wolfwood, that's how sex is, but he'll at least do Wolfwood the courtesy of cleaning him up with a rag.

And then he's back under the sleeping bag cocoon and snuggling in.]

[lupusxylem]

[What is Ain being so sweet to him for, genuinely...

He does have a point, though. He's never cum twice in one night, let alone three times. Usually he's a one-and-done kind of dude, so you can imagine the kind of stress his body is under. Oh, and maybe there's some stress because a whole gallon of semen is coming out of him hold please-

Wolfwood groans, throwing his arm over his eyes as it happens. He wants to apologize, but what exactly does he have to apologize for, really? Getting the wagon floor messy? Babe this ain't yall's wagon technically, you thieved it.]

Mmh...thanks.

[Wolfwood mumbles to Ain as he crawls back into the sleeping bags alongside him, and Ain's reward?

A pair of big, strong man arms wrapped around him, holding him to his chest. His head is pillowed between just the biggest pair of titties on a man you ever did see.

This cowboy is kindof stacked-]

[eidxiety]

[Dear God, thank you for blessing him with fat fucking cowboy titties in his face. He will be sure to kiss and bite at a later date. Not tonight.

...

Okay one kiss. But that's it.

Ain's back stings as Wolfwood hugs him, but he can't bring himself to care. He simply accepts being cuddled and returns the hug, nuzzling in close. This is how you stay warm on a cold night, kids.]

Get some rest, Nick. I'll see you in the morning.

[lupusxylem]

[Get some rest, Nick, is as far as Wolfwood gets before he's completely unconscious. He's never fallen asleep this quickly in his damn life next to being near-death, he's pretty sure. He just...his body, heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction, lets him slip away with Ain curled up against him, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn't known was possible.

He's safe. He's warm. He's...

...

It's 4 am. The sun has not yet risen to make the desert a blistering wasteland yet again. It's actually quite cold, still, when Wolfwood blinks awake. He's not fully conscious enough to think he needs to get up or anything like that, yet he finds himself staring at the edges of the flaps covering the wagon, where the moon's light just barely filters through. The cold of night reminds him, like icy cold water dumped over his head and shoulders, of what he's done.

Now, it's no longer fresh and new. It's not warm anymore, but instead cold and final as the realization settles into his chest. He had sex with a man, completely sober and willing, and he enjoyed it. He can't get around that. He genuinely enjoyed it more than he ever would have with a woman, and it's awakened him to feelings he's been trying to shove to the wayside ever since he and Ain first met. They'd started out as little inclinations, a bit of curiosity here and there, an excuse to get closer so he could make his job easier.

It's no longer that easy. It's become personal in a way he wasn't prepared for, and now...

A sob hitches in the back of his throat, thick and muffled against Ain's shoulder. He only barely manages to bite it back so it's not loud enough to wake him, pressing his face a little harder against him.

He knows he has no choice but to let himself cry, because if he tries to bottle it up, it's going to explode out of him in a place that Ain will be able to see...and he isn't sure he could handle that.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain, of course, has nothing to cry over. He's still out like a light when Wolfwood wakes early and sobs into him, and by now, he is perfectly comfortable with himself. If he goes to Hell, so what? Who cares? Not this guy, no shot.

He sleeps through it either way, breathing softly, content like a cat. When he wakes up, it's actually as the sun rises, right at six...

And he just groans. He wants to sleep in.]

Stupid sun... I'm cuddling over here
...

[He wouldn't say he's a cuddler (he's absolutely a cuddler, he's just kicked himself out of everyone's beds first), but hey, sun, go back to bed. Let him sleep more, he's tryna hug a cowboy.

This is how Ain wakes up in the morning. Bleary, grouchy, and today especially, not willing to be a person because he wants to snuggle. Unfortunately, they gotta get moving, so after a momentary sigh Ain just

pushes himself to a sitting position and stretches. Then looks at Wolfwood and pats his head. Pat-pat.]

Morning, dear.

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood isn't sure when or how he fell back to sleep, just that he did at some point when he started weeping at 4 am. He thinks he might have just cried himself back to sleep? Unclear. Either way, he's...exhausted by the time six rolls around and it's time to actually get up, and when Ain peels away from him, he feels...like he wishes he could stay longer.

He doesn't want to move yet. He doesn't want to have to get up and face reality yet.]

Mmrgh...

[His eyes are glued shut from crying, and his face feels uncomfortably sticky. He smears at it blindly with the heel of his hand, trying to roll over halfway to bury his face into a clean part of the sleeping bags.]

Whas' ur' hurry...lay back down.

[He grumbles, despite knowing they need to move now before it gets too hot for the horses.]

[eidxiety]

I wish, but sleeping on hard wood all night sucks. I'd rather sleep in the sand... at least that has some give to it.

[Brushes Wolfwood's hair from his eyes... good morning, beautiful, tired man. You are so pretty.

Ain slides away so he can get dressed.]

Besides, the horses are gonna be pretty sad if we get moving late and it's too hot. Then we have to travel longer, too. We're almost to the next town, though. If we make good headway today, we can probably extend the trip a couple hours into the night and arrive in one piece...

[Wolfwood will get to see Ain's whole butt while he's shuffling into his pants, sorry, modesty is gone now we've fucked twice.]

[lupusxylem]

[Good lord, Ain. Your cheeks.

Wolfwood barely manages to will himself to get up, and it's half because Ain brushed his hair from his eyes like that. Ugh. He forces himself to sit up, rubbing a little harder at his eyes before shucking a hand through his extremely messed up hair. It feels like it should be much later than it is...]

Yeah yeah...since when did you turn into th'voice of reason?

[Grumble grumble...where the hell did his clothes end up-]

[eidxiety]

[Yeah, the ass is one thing, the state of his fucking back is another. It's torn up around that tattoo, scabbed over and bloody. Wolfwood should probably check for DNA under his fingernails because good lord. As he's pulling his shirt on, the cuts sting, and Ain remembers his hubris. Like, ah yes... he said he wanted to be in pain in the morning, and he's fucking getting it.

Well, whatever, it's part of the fun, isn't it? (Sorry about your ass Wolfwood.)]

I've always been reasonable, and I think I'm smarter than you give me credit for. I just prefer to have a little fun.

[He's been on the road for the better part of almost 10 years, Wolfwood, he knows what he's doing. You're the one who told him to head to the mountains!

Anyway, plops Wolfwood's clothing on his chest.]

You can rest today, if you want. I'm gonna get the horses up and get us on the road.[Which requires, like, actually getting the wagon ready to move, too, but that's not going to take longer than a minute.] We'll sleep in a bed soon, love.

[And then off he goes, outside to do things! Sorry Wolfwood he's action-oriented right now because he needs to think about how he hasn't yet gotten rid of you yet and how he's starting to not want to? Hhhhh please just go away straight boy (no don't go) (but also go) (fuck)—]

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood watches as Ain saunters out of the wagon, deep claw marks and all, pulling aside the canvas so he can head outside and probably find Angelina flopped entirely on her side sleeping like she's fucking dead. (She isn't, by the way, she just does this). Meanwhile, he ends up lagging behind a bit, still holding onto his clothes as he rubs his face a few times, staring at the wagon floor. The sleeping bags are kindof strewn about, there's...a mess, here and there, and he can still feel parts of him all sticky from it because Ain can't be expected to get everything until they wash off in the nearby river. That's...not a bad idea, come to think of it.

...

Don't look now, Ain, but there's the sound of an awful din at the back of the wagon, followed by a chorus of angry cursing. Turns out, Wolfwood forgot his legs don't work, and tried to get out of the wagon- butt-ass naked, by the way- so he could go wash in the river.

Turns out! Legs don't work after sex like that.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain is literally tending to Angelina now and trying to make her get up when Wolfwood just

screams, curses, and probably falls over.

...

Okay. Nevermind. What is he doing. Ain walks around to the back of the wagon again and holds back one of the flaps, looking at Wolfwood and his hairy, naked ass with a brow raised.]

You don't wanna lay down...?