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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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[lupusxylem]

Yeah yeah I know...I'm jus' sayin'. I ain't gonna drink this much whiskey before we leave!

[Might as well do it when he has a night he can sleep it off, he figures. Like, theoretically he still could do that, but he isn't going to make Ain drive the wagon again for 8 hours unskippable by himself, that just wouldn't be all that fair.

Anyway, no more food robbing for him for now. It's back to smoking and idly enjoying the entertainment, though his attention is mostly being captured by the pretty thing cradled in one arm, right now.]

[eidxiety]

[The pretty thing is currently stuffing his face full of over-salted mashed potatoes and wine right now, do you still think he's pretty? Because man he is simply a fucking hoover vacuum. He was the first one actually, they named vacuums after him. Anyway—]

Get your fill, baby, I'm not going anywhere. I'll make sure you get back to the inn safe.

[And, you know, not falling all over himself and dying or something like that.

...

A few minutes pass and Ain has fucking black-holed all of his food into his stomach and has resumed kissing Wolfwood's neck. This is not the wine speaking, he just wants to do this because god dammit boy pretty and he wants attention.]

[lupusxylem]

[Get his fill, huh...?

That probably was unwise for Ain to encourage, because Wolfwood is immediately going to lean halfway over the table and flag somebody over to bring him another whiskey. His fourth. And, well...they have not stopped him yet because he hasn't become belligerent, and they want him to spend more money, sooooooo-]

Ahaha...I knew I could count on ya.

[He tucks Ain closer to his side, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.]

[eidxiety]

[If Wolfwood passes out drunk, Ain will be so sad because it means he doesn't get to at least make out with this fine slab of 100% Cowboy Beef, but that's fine. He'll Definitely steal his wallet then and Totally leave and...

...

Ururghhgghghghghhh he can't do this he wants to keep this cowboy THIS SUCKS!!!

He slams back his wine and puts the glass on the table and then crawls into Wolfwood's lap. He is sitting Here now. That skirt is Riding Up but no one in here really cares, as long as they don't fuck on the table (which they can't, because the second it's revealed Ain is male they're Going to get shot at). So whatever. Whatever!]

You have to pay attention to me, too. And not the girls on stage.

[Ain....... are you jealous...................]

[lupusxylem]

Mmm...yeah?

[Ain is in his lap now, and somehow Wolfwood manages to not spill his whiskey everywhere. He avoids this by...just downing most of the rest in one go, okay, and putting the glass back down on the table. He's drunk enough right now that he doesn't mind Ain crawling up in his lap in public like this at all, moving to lay his hands on his hips now that he's sitting on his knees.

He bounces one of them briefly, playfully, before he leans in and kisses Ain again, letting a few of those kisses trail off his mouth and over his cheek.]

C'mon baby...I only got eyes for you.

[eidxiety]

[The reason Ain doesn't drink is because he gets Pouty when drunk. Like, he will share things and then cry and be real emotional and go to bed about it. He's not even drunk, really, but there's enough liquor in his system and enough general fatigue with how things are run in these parts (like, he could've just gone to the market for lunch instead) that he's purposely acting out. That... and emotions, they're running high, he wishes they'd shut the fuck up and leave him alone but they won't!

So. He is in Wolfwood's lap. His fat ass is going to collide with the table if he's not careful, but he's mostly just sitting there like >:( pouts pouts pay attention to meee instead.]

Only because I'm blocking your view.

[Ain is like a cat. He will block your view and get mad when you don't pay attention to him, but only when he's initiating it. Otherwise he really is like "get away from me I don't want you blah blah blah".]

[lupusxylem]

Nah.

[Smooch smooch smooch. He is smooching your face. How can you pout when he's smooching you this much?]

You're so fuckin' cute. [Kiss kiss. His hands dip a little lower, suddenly hiking Ain up so he's sitting a little higher in his lap, very much acting like a purse dog for Wolfwood to show off to the rest of the (very jealous) cowboys in the saloon watching them right now.] If I wanted onna' them ladies, I woulda' gone for 'em by now.

I jus' want you.

[eidxiety]

[These other cowboys like "gee Wolfwood, how come your whore just crawls Into your lap like that?" and meanwhile Ain is just hiss hiss getting possessive over here. Stupid emotions, how do you turn those off again?

But. He does appreciate those kisses, and he does stop being less of a puffed-up feline about being kissed, and he does feel weirdly giddy and light when Wolfwood says he "wants him". Which! You know! Terrible sign! Such a bad thing to have!

Which is why Ain clings like he does, of course. Totally not setting himself up for disaster over here.]

Okay. Good. 'Cause I want you, too.

[It's fine, Wolfwood probably won't remember this so Ain can just say that. Totally fine.]

I want you to stay with me. And I want more kisses.

[He is a simple (needy) creature.]

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood chuckles, leaning back in the booth so that Ain is kindof halfway leaning against his chest, almost laying there. It is...dangerous, their position, because it could get worse if they aren't careful. And, considering the fact Wolfwood isn't really being super conservative about it right now....uhhh.

Yeah!]

I ain't goin' anywhere.

[He rumbles, suddenly kissing down the middle of Ain's throat in a way that likely encourages him to tilt his head back.]

We're stayin' the night, remember?

[eidxiety]

[Tilt his head back he does, which... honestly, the onlookers are going to start whistling in a second here. They can't hear the conversation unless they get closer, but they can sure see the way Ain's eyes flutter shut. The reciprocated touch is so nice... God, he must be starving for affection if this is all it takes to get his blood pumping.

(There's that, and the crush, but Ain doesn't realise it's a crush because he's got his head in his ass about it.)]

I remember. I just want you in bed with me.

[Going at the rate you two idiots are now, that's bound to happen.]

I want to wake up cuddling with you... and I want more of this.

[The "when you're sober" goes unsaid. Ain has a feeling... he's not going to get this from sober Wolfwood.]

[lupusxylem]

[If they start necking too much, the saloon owner will either kick them out, or make them cough up some of the money people are going to be throwing at them soon enough for the show they'll be putting on. Like, they're not actually part of whatever burlesque will be happening this evening, but...they could be.

Wolfwood would prefer things to be a bit more private than that, if he has anything to say about it. He pulls Ain closer, close enough so he can press his mouth to his ear and whisper without being overheard.]

Yaknow...yaknow what I want?

[Still slurring heavily...still reeking of alcohol.]

Want...want you t'clip a chain t'my collar and call me a dog. Step on my face with your new boots. Whip me with your crop and make me your bitch.

[And you know cuddling would be nice too-]

[eidxiety]

[Oh way to make things go Directly to his dick in public, thanks!! Ain makes a low groaning noise which is the first signal of Horny, other than the fact he's sat in Wolfwood's lap anyway. God why did you curse him with a high libido, he could've been so normal.]

Careful... you wouldn't want to give me up in public, would you?

[Ain says that, but then he leans into Wolfwood to whisper into his ear,]

I want that, but you know what else I want? I want to edge you while I'm riding. I want to use your face as a throne, and I want to pull on your collar while you're bent over me. [Hums, kisses Wolfwood's cheek so that this looks a little more innocent than it is.] And I want to give you head so good you pass out, and I want you to ride...

Lots of things.

[lupusxylem]

Well...hey.

[Hey...]

What're we doin' wastin' our time here...?

[A genuine question, perhaps, as they whisper sweet nothings to each other in the middle of the saloon. It's only thanks to Wolfwood's hat resting low over his face that nobody will be able to see just how red he is, and it's not just from how much alcohol he's consumed.]

C'mon...

[Gives his thigh a squeeze.]

[eidxiety]

[...

You know what. Yeah. Why are they still here, the sun is going down and the girls are going to have their boobies out in a second, Ain doesn't care for women boobies let's bail. He's scooting off of Wolfwood's lap and grabbing his guitar case. Let's go.]

You don't want to sober up first at the inn, do you?

[You wanna be fucking drunk for this, don't you, Wolfwood... whatever, Ain is past the point of caring, he's developed an Attachment to this man and he's going to drag Wolfwood out of the saloon if he doesn't get his ass up.]

[lupusxylem]

Tchhh...take too long.

[And he's horny now. That's his excuse and he's sticking to it-

Wolfwood will happily get up to leave, adjusting his coat around himself as he moves to stand, pressing the remains of his cigar into an ashtray on the table.

...before promptly very nearly falling over. He is druuuunk. Like, can barely stand drunk. Four glasses of whiskey is a lot, turns out-]

[eidxiety]

[...

He's gonna be too drunk to get it up, sighs... Ain will scoop his drunk boy up and let him lean on Ain for support. Now this is gonna be an embarrassing walk home because everyone outside is gonna be like "that man's poor wife is carrying his drunk ass home, get a job idiot" and meanwhile Ain's just taking his sweet ass time on the walk so that Wolfwood has a second to Exist.]

Well, you're the one that drank four glasses of whiskey, love.

[Off they go... down the street, toward the inn... Elria and Angelina will eventually get to watch these two as they pass like?? fathers stupid?? Fathers stupid!!]

[lupusxylem]

[Fathers stupid...but that's going to translate to fathers getting laid, so who is the stupid one here really?

Wolfwood lets out a vague sort of mumbling sound as Ain comments on his serial whiskey drinking back there, which...yeah, he probably got excited and had too much. Can you blame him though, he saw his wife (that isn't his wife) on stage and was like wow...his wife...he loves his fukcging wife...

Wolfwood has maybe not been this drunk in a very long time.

They will make it to the Inn in one piece, even if it means publicly humiliating himself by being so sloshed that Ain had to walk him there. Thankfully Wolfwood isn't really paying attention to anyone else as they make it back to their room, and...they will barely make it inside before Wolfwood is pivoting, wobbling, on his heel, taking Ain by the upper arms as he pushes him up against the inside of the door, pressing his lips once again to the side of his neck.

Smooch smooch smooch he loves you his internal gay crisis has bubbled to the surface and there are no braincells alive to stop him right now-]

[eidxiety]

[The cool night air has done nothing for Wolfwood's sobriety, he sees. This is fine, though, because once they're in the room and Wolfwood is pressing him to the door? Suddenly Ain doesn't actually care that much that Wolfwood is barely coherent or only seems to be really passionate about these things when night hits and he's intoxicated. Wild how one neck-kiss has changed his entire outlook!

One becomes multiple, and Ain is glad he's in that off-shoulder top now instead of the high-collared one he was wearing before he started the act for tonight. He tilts his head to give Wolfwood more purchase while his hands fiddle with buttons on both jacket and shirt alike.]

You are too damn attractive when you take charge, you know...

[Who'd have thought that it would be Wolfwood pinning him to the door? Not Ain. Ain figured he'd go collapse in a drunken heap and be unable to move.]

[lupusxylem]

[Ain is just as surprised as Wolfwood will be when he remembers this come morning. Well. What parts of it he does remember. The jury is still out on that one.

In the meantime, he isn’t holding back for once. He kisses sloppily at the side of Ain’s neck, down his throat and to his collar where he nips with his teeth, rutting his hips up against his front mindlessly all the while.]

Mmhm…want you….

[Carnally? Emotionally? Perhaps both…he’ll never tell. Whatever it is, the gay crisis doesn’t exist when he’s this drunk. And it’s made immediately clear by the erection Ain will feel pressed into his leg that Wolfwood has been thinking about this ever since he saw him up on that stage.]

[eidxiety]

[Nothing makes a man feel more wanted than when there's an entire dick pressed to his thigh, amen. Ain is yet again praying that Wolfwood admits he's gay so they can move on with their lives, but that doesn't look like it's gonna happen any time soon. This may as well be some type of admittance, sure, but Ain prefers verbal agreements and acknowledgements.

Either way... due to someone saying he wanted to be fucking whipped and stepped on, Ain is sporting something of a stiffy himself, which Wolfwood will feel when Ain grinds their hips together and exhales on a moan about it.]

Yeah? Come and get me, then.

[lupusxylem]

[Come and get him, huh? A bold request for someone who has been so flighty and avoidant about direct contact and affection this entire time. But now that he’s as drunk as he is? Those inhibitions are more than lowered. They are gone. They are on the fucking floor, and Wolfwood’s ape brain takes that as a direct challenge. Perhaps a challenge to his manhood, perhaps just a challenge in general, but a challenge nonetheless.

So…he grabs Ain up by the waist, lifting him up against the wall so that he can kiss him from a lower angle, with Ain’s hands resting on his shoulders. He’s more than welcome to wrap his legs around his hips if he wants, but that might be a dangerous idea when Wolfwood is still as wobbly as he is. The wall is saving him from faceplanting with them both, otherwise please do NOT let this man carry you anywhere-

And the kiss is intense. Relentless. Very…uncoordinated, and sloppy, but the passion(???) is there, his moans muffled into Ain’s mouth.]

[eidxiety]

[Ohhh but Ain wants to wrap his legs around Wolfwood so badly... he may be the domme in this relationship, but he is not against wrapping his legs around a man's hips, okay. And he also can't lift Wolfwood, which is fucking unfair. Ain weighs about as much as a sack of potatoes, most of him is just squish, and it is in moments like these that he realises he really is on the light side of things.

This is not a bad thing. Wolfwood may or may not fall over, but Ain is hardly thinking about that as he secures his thighs around those hips. It causes the skirt to fully ride up now, it may as well not even be on, but it's coming off eventually so who cares. Not Ain, who is currently gyrating his hips against Wolfwood's, moaning loudly into their kiss.

Turns out everything makes you a lot hornier when you've got Feelings for a guy. Turns out also that being lifted is one of Ain's Things, so oops.]

[lupusxylem]

[It is obscene, the sounds they’re both mutually making right now. Wolfwood isn’t trying to keep his voice down, isn’t considering the fact their neighbors can hear through these thin walls. Ain’s moans sounding like a woman’s don’t matter when Wolfwood is already this lost in the sauce, lapping at his lips and catching them between his teeth before pushing him up the wall a little further, rocking his length incessantly into the space between Ain’s legs underneath that hiked up skirt.

This goes on for as long as Wolfwood’s legs can stand it, but eventually his knees start to give out. He reluctantly has to put Ain back down because he’s too drunk to keep him aloft, still kissing restlessly at his lips and jawline, whimpering like a dog all the while.

Horny :(]

[eidxiety]

[Horny :(

Ain is amazed Wolfwood has managed to be hard at all, considering how much whiskey is in his system, but... you know it's fine, whatever, who cares. He starts backing the both of them up to the bed when he's set down, pushing Wolfwood gently back onto it...

He's gotta get into his stuff to get the goods, as it were, so Wolfwood will have to sit there shirtless and hard while Ain bends over to grab the usual bits and bobs. He takes his skirt and top off somewhere in between that, but doesn't bother with the underwear yet. Unsurprisingly, they're lacy and raunchy and he is so hard that the tip of his cock is peeking over the hem.

With all of the usual Stuff in hand, though, he crawls up onto the bed and plops down on Wolfwood's hips to affix the leash to his collar.]

You said you wanted to be my bitch, right?

[Oh now you choose to act like a top—]

[lupusxylem]

[Listen he is just built different, okay. If he wants to have a hard dick then by god he's going to have a hard dick-

Wolfwood will be patient as Ain grabs his things, but only just barely. He's panting like a racehorse as it is, so this man is clearly not going to be long for this world at the rate he's going.

Also, hi, that underwear is going to make him act up. What the FUCK.

As Ain clips the leash to his collar, Wolfwood nods slowly, letting his head fall back against the mattress.]

Yea...yea...please.