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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]

Yeah, I dunno, I've sort of given up on taking your money.

[Anyone else, though... well, Wolfwood has seen it.]

I like...

[hhhh. Ain nervously fidgets, drawing nonsense patterns into Wolfwood's chest. His face grows hot, but lucky (or unlucky) him, Wolfwood probably won't remember any of this. That's great, that makes Ain feel both better and worse. Only wanted when Wolfwood is drunk, sort-of kind-of appreciated when Wolfwood is sober. They need to split up, and Ain is out here clinging to the idea of him instead.]

...I like you. You can stick around for... for however long you want.

[What a terrible fucking idea.]

[lupusxylem]

Y’like me?

[He mumbles, his voice muffled since he has his mouth pressed to the top of Ain’s hair.]

Haha…tha’s a fuckin’ mistake…

[He is not likeable. He is not lovable. Ain should want nothing to do with him, just like how Wolfwood should want nothing to do with Ain in return. And yet…

And yet. Here they both are, wrapped up in each other’s business, not yet knowing just how deep the rabbit hole it going to end up going.

As his heart rate slowly shifts to something sort of normal, Wolfwood pets Ain’s hair absently, letting his eyes drift closed.]

Be’sha I ain’t gonna wanna leave when I gotta… [He chuckles again, though it’s hard to tell if he’s saying this to Ain, or to himself.] Somethin’ bout you has got me all…stupid.

[eidxiety]

[Ain is... so sad. He is so sad hearing that, not because it wasn't what he wanted to hear, but because it only ever comes out when Wolfwood is incoherent and intoxicated and not entirely with it. He recalls the night in the caravan where Wolfwood was being incredibly jumpy around Ain in general. And, yeah, they had sex and it was all consensual and they both enjoyed it, but then — fault of Ain, definitely — it was awkward the entire way to town. They weren't speaking because Ain couldn't muster the words.

And now that he's mustered them, this is truly the worst possible outcome. Wolfwood won't say these things when he's sober. Wolfwood won't be saying anything sweet or romantic or, fuck it, remotely like "I want to keep you" when he's aware of his actions. It makes Ain feel gross.

Unfortunately for Ain, he is also his own worst enemy, and he's so desperate for the thought of love and affection and maybe Wolfwood getting over himself that he's wiling to stick this through in all the wrong ways. He feels sick all of a sudden, but he's also stupid and horny and his (w)hor(e)mones are all over the place. God dammit, he can't just leave, he has Feelings that he doesn't want to think about.

He is still so, so sad though. But instead of focusing on the negatives (he's unloveable, he can only be loved through some straight guy who gets drunk enough to like men, the only person who's ever seen something in him has also been this guy, he doesn't deserve good things) he simply gets up on his elbows and then balances awkwardly on one side to plap Wolfwood on the cheek with the other hand.]

Don't you fall asleep on me yet! You still haven't touched me as much as I want you to, and I still have plans to ride you, you know!!

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood, of course, has no idea Ain is thinking or feeling any of these things, both when sober and drunk. It’s not like the two of them are anything more than travel partners and fuck buddies right now, so what reason is there to talk about their feelings? One of Wolfwood’s least favorite activities basically ever??

And of course, there is a special wrinkle at play that neither of them have realized, but especially Wolfwood. Though, perhaps realizing isn’t the right word. “Accepting” is a bit more accurate.

Because despite it all, Wolfwood is growing feelings for this man. He’s so in denial that he doesn’t even know how bad it is, nor how bad it will become. They’ve already tried parting once, after all, and look how that turned out.

As Ain paps his cheek, Wolfwood peels one eye open and smirks, tilting his head to one side so he can kiss his hand. Hi.]

I ainttttt. Told ya, whatever you want goes, ‘member…

[eidxiety]

Yeah, but you sound sleepy!

[Yeah babe that's the alcohol talking. And probably the orgasm. And maybe the sleepy, who knows.

Ain will sit here and pout for a bit before he rolls over onto his back, letting Wolfwood breathe without Ain's weight on top of him.]

Then come tide me over until you're ready to continue. You have two hands you've barely even used.

[Yeah that's probably the homophobia speaking... Also Ain why are you in princess mode right now you brat, holy shit—]

[lupusxylem]

Haha....a'ight.

[Wolfwood hasn't really touched Ain yet, has he? It's all been pretty hands-off, letting Ain ride him, or fuck him, or suck him off. Kindof funny how he's worked his way backwards, not even attempting to touch him properly until now, save for that brief time he took his turn sucking Ain off.

Either way, it's easy enough for Wolfwood to roll over onto his side facing Ain from there, reaching over towards him so he can take his length in hand, working him over slowly. His hands are calloused but not in an uncomfortable way, and he even takes a moment to slick his fingers up a little bit with Ain's precum before moving his hand down the shaft all the way. If there's one thing he does know his way around, it's a dick. Because he has one-]

How's that, baby?

[eidxiety]

[Ain will demand as many times as possible to be touched until Wolfwood gets it in his head that even though it's fun to just totally dominate a man in bed, it's also fun to have his actions repeated back to him. The neck kisses earlier were great and all but more of that?? More attention please.

Thank God Wolfwood knows how to jerk a man off. Ain is soaked with precum, having gotten way too aroused by having Wolfwood in his throat like that. An afflicted sigh leaves his lips, hips rocking into his hand.

He tugs the leash until Wolfwood is in kissing range.]

By the time I'm done with you, you're going to know how to get me off without even thinking about it.

[Wolfwood wanted to be Ain's bitch, he said, and so Ain is teaching this man how to reciprocate first. He'll step on him tomorrow—

He uses his other hand to maneuver Wolfwood's free hand against his chest, holding it there until he gets the memo that Ain wants that there. Thanks.]

Here, too. I know you hah— haven't— touched a woman like this, but you know it feels good 'cause I showed you that first night we slept together.

[lupusxylem]

[Yeah it is pretty damn telling that Wolfwood doesn't know shit about fuck when Ain puts his hand on his chest and he just sort of lingers, like he doesn't remember at first what he's supposed to be doing. It does eventually dawn on him the moment his thumb brushes against the edge of a nipple and it gets through the drunken haze like oh. That's right. Being touched here did feel good, didn't it?

So, with one hand methodically jerking Ain off, he'll focus on using the other to gently brush over one of his nipples, a sort of barely-there pressure from him rubbing it at first before he starts to get the idea as it hardens, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and tugging slightly. It will take him a moment to say anything more, mostly because he's also occupied by trying to kiss Ain now that he's been pulled up into kissing range.

It is still sloppy, but this time it's more the angle being sideways than anything.]

How's that...?

[eidxiety]

[Teaching a man how to have sex (part 3)... but no, no, this is good. It's a lot better than they were doing, it's better than Wolfwood's probably ever done in his life. The reaction is immediate; Ain is, uh, a little sensitive (a lot sensitive) and he winds up choking back a moan, muffled into their sloppy kiss. They're going to be tasting each other on their tongues and Ain is fine with that, frankly.

Tugs the leash... bites Wolfwood's bottom lip.]

G-good... that's exactly right...

[If there's one thing for certain, it's that Ain can tell Wolfwood's used his hand before to get himself off. Which like, thank God, he's not dealing with one of those idiot Catholics who literally knows nothing and refuses to change—]

[lupusxylem]

[Oh, the way Ain moans in response to his touch is liable to drive him insane before either one of them cums for a second time. He chuckles under his breath, a drunk sort of giggle like "wow, I did that". If he were sober, he would be trying to hide his feelings a bit more than he is right now but lol, lmao even.]

You're...so hot...

[He drawls as he rests his cheek against Ain's shoulder, jerking him off at a more regular pace now as he swaps sides on his chest so that he can give both of his nipples some attention, giving the second one a firm pinch before he goes back to rubbing.]

Bet...betcha' don't moan like this for everybody, huh?

[eidxiety]

[Ain is actively pulsing and twitching in Wolfwood's hand, yes hi hello... he's going to have to stop once he gets too close to orgasm because he doesn't want to make Wolfwood wait longer, but. Hm.

Idea... idea in brain.]

Only for you, love... you're good with your hands. I wanna see more of this next time...

[Wolfwood giggling is cute. Fuck. Please don't be cute it's making his feelings for you worse.]

...you wanna do something for me, love? [And then he kisses Wolfwood's cheek, way more affectionate than he thinks he needs to be.] I think I put the oil behind you. Remember how you helped prep me that first night? I could use your help this time...

[lupusxylem]

[The oil? Wolfwood sort of turns a little, a bit awkwardly since he's still flopped on his side, reaching around to grope blindly over his shoulder with the hand previously on Ain's chest so he can eventually find where the oil ended up. He brings it back around, using the base of his thumb to uncork it.]

I remember. Don't wanna hurt you though...

[It's one thing to finger somebody, but entirely another to finger someone when you're completely drunk off your ass.]

[eidxiety]

[It's either this or Ain does it while he's hovering over Wolfwood's entire dick which, while hotsexy and all, is not going to teach this man anything. And maybe one day Wolfwood will go on to have other partners when they separate!! Who knows!! Because they definitely aren't sticking together for the trip to the mountains nope nope nope.]

You won't. It's okay. Just be slow entering, and I'll let you control the pace after that.

[Ain, still lying on his side, moves his leg and keeps it bet at the knee, effectively spreading himself open without really lying back. Here you go :)]

I trust you.

[lupusxylem]

[I trust you.

I trust you...

There's a moment, as Ain says that, where Wolfwood feels a momentary flash of clarity through his drunken haze. A reminder, like a nagging voice in the back of his head, that he isn't trustworthy. He's a liar, a swindler, a cheat and a heartbreaker. He is stringing Ain along and he knows this. He has no plans to stay, he's not going to make him happy...if anything, he's on the fast track to ruining his life.

His expression falters, though not quite long enough to be cause for concern. On Ain's end, he might wonder if Wolfwood was still worrying about hurting him. He shakes his head a little and manages to shove it back down past his drunken stupor.

Instead, he focuses on pouring some of that oil into his hand, lubing his fingers and palm up generously before letting go of his cock just for a moment- sorry- so he can balance himself by holding onto Ain's knee, his other hand reaching around to start introducing his index finger inside.]

[eidxiety]

[He trusts you, Wolfwood. It's your turn to be sad... not that Ain really notices. He thinks that's Wolfwood making a face because he's worried, which Ain is convinced he doesn't have to be. His nails are short, it's not like he's got cat claws going on there.

He puts his hands on Wolfwood's shoulders, holding onto him and kissing him gently as that finger presses past the ring of muscle. This is where he moans against Wolfwood's lips, gyrating his hips and tightening his grip on his partner's shoulders.]

That's it... good boy.

[Kiss, kiss...]

Are you getting hard again, love?

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood nods, the gesture clumsy as most of his mental bandwidth is being funneled into fingering him properly, which..."proper" it will be anything but- any brushes to the prostate will be accidental, at best- but he is at least not hurting him. In fact, he might be doing this a little too gently at first, twisting his lubed up finger around, pulling it out, then pressing it back in with the motion of Ain rocking his hips back up against him.]

Mmnnhhm... [He licks Ain's bottom lip before catching it between his teeth, following that with another open-mouthed kiss to his lips.] Nnhh...wanna....want you...

[You can say you want to fuck him, it's okay.]

[eidxiety]

[He isn't hurting Ain at all! Which, to be fair, Ain has so much experience it's difficult to hurt him with one finger, let alone two or three, in comparison to Wolfwood's single bottoming encounter — but also, two pats on the back for Wolfwood for being gentle.

Ugh. Ain has feelings for this stupid gentle giant. This is so fucked up.]

I'm gonna— [and then he gasps, because yeah, Wolfwood sure does accidentally brush over his prostate,] I'm gonna ride you so hard, babe, you're gonna see God and realise it was me this whole time.

[Alright Ain way to make promises—]

H-here, you can add another finger, it's alright. You won't hurt me, I promise.

[lupusxylem]

[Please, god. This is all Wolfwood wants. He wants Ain to ride him until he dies, thank you very much.

He also doesn't need to be asked twice, eager enough to introduce a second finger the moment Ain encourages him to do so. He presses his forehead to Ain's for a moment, breathing heavily between them despite the fact it's Ain getting all the stimulation here, not Wolfwood. Suffice it to say, this is Doing Things to him regardless, and it shows in his posture and the way he moans on every other breath.

Fortunately for Ain, the thicker girth two fingers provides means that he will be catching on his prostate a lot more often now, the pads of his fingers dipping in deep as they press into his inner walls.]

Fuck...please, Ain...

[eidxiety]

[Ooh Ain loves a man who begs... Wolfwood is getting dragged in for a kiss, despite the way he pants like a racehorse the entire time. A few more minutes of this and Ain will be good to go, no need for three fingers with this one because he is Constantly doing this, and also he's impatient and wants to ride this man like yesterday. He wants to ride him like a stallion until there are bruises on his hips from Wolfwood's fingers and until Wolfwood is choking back sobs.

All normal things, certainly.

He moans his approval against Wolfwood's lips, the kiss sloppy and wet because he can't coordinate long enough to actually get his tongue anywhere before he's crying out about the stimulation. He lets Wolfwood finger him up until Ain feels that telltale pressure building, and that's when he gently puts his hand on Wolfwood's wrist as a sign to stop and pull out.]

Lay on your back.

[Ain takes the oil in his hand to coat his palm while Wolfwood does just that, and then gives him something of a quick and sloppy handjob (it's not a handjob) while he gets Wolfwood coated.

Then, the bottle gets re-corked and put aside, and Ain wipes the excess oil off on the sheets (rip sheets) and swings a leg over Wolfwood's hips.

In one hand is his leash, in one hand is the riding crop, which means fantastic things for Wolfwood's future as Ain begins to sink down onto his partner's dick, slow and steady until he bottoms out.

...

And then he just. Sits there like that. Smiling down at Wolfwood the entire time.]

[lupusxylem]

[Thank god, honestly. This is exactly what Wolfwood has been waiting for, all evening. He's been thinking about this imagery ever since they wandered back to the inn, the memory of Ain riding him way back when. Only now, Ain has him trussed up with a collar in one hand and a riding crop in the other, and it's going to be a miracle if he doesn't just bust his entire load within the first thirty seconds.

Just sitting down onto him is enough to leave Wolfwood moaning so deep and loud that their neighbors at the Inn are going to complain in the morning about them for sure. His thighs tremble, both hands flying to rest at Ain's hips right where he wants them, fingertips digging in invitingly even though they haven't done anything yet.

And he braces himself. He waits for Ain to start bouncing...but he doesn't. He just sits there, forcing Wolfwood to take a breath and open his eyes.]

Y...y'can go ahead.

[eidxiety]

[Ain continues to smile. There's a very devious glint in them, oh no.

Tug, tug on that leash.]

I can? Oh, good! [And then he just keeps smiling and not moving, content as hell to have Wolfwood buried in him.] ...what do you say, Nick?

[lupusxylem]

[His answer? It comes immediately, breathlessly even out of Wolfwood's mouth.]

Please.

[eidxiety]

Good boy.

[And just as Ain begins to bounce, he does indeed lash that crop over Wolfwood's thighs as he always does. It's a slow rock at first, though, easing the both of them into it so that Wolfwood doesn't bust in thirty seconds.

God. Ain does love a man with a big dick, though, he'll say that much. There's a reason he has to go slow at first other than the obvious, which is that Wolfwood could very well split him open like this. Which. Thank god. Thank you so much for your dick he's a changed man he can never go back.

Ain tugs the leash, not enough to pull Wolfwood forward, but enough to make the leather go taut.]

Is that what you wanted?

[lupusxylem]

[It's so good. It's so good, Wolfwood could cry, genuinely. He chokes on a strangled whimper of a moan when Ain finally begins to move, and it's really the weight of Ain's body that manages to keep him from rocking up into the friction too quickly. His nails dig in against his hipbones, head tilting back as he relishes the feeling of the leather collar tight against the back of his neck. He's being forced to keep his head forward and it's a heady feeling, and Ain will even be able to feel Wolfwood's cock twitch about it inside of him.]

Yes...god, yes.

[It's a simple reply, uttered between panted breaths as he grinds up into Ain's ass as deeply as the angle will allow, the charm on his collar jingling when his head slumps forward slightly against his sternum.]

So c-cute....so fuckin' tight...

[eidxiety]

[Oh? Ain is cute now? What the fuck. Was he always cute?? Ugh, don't think about that, just ride the man stupid, he doesn't need a brain he needs to become a gelatinous blob under Ain's thumb. It looks like that might happen soon, though.

It's still not a fast clip. That doesn't seem to matter, though, not when Wolfwood is so pent up and Ain is only feeding into it. He looks divine with that charm slotted between his collarbones. So pretty with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and the glean of sweat on his brow.

Ugh. Beautiful man. Ain cannot keep him but he's gonna fuckin' try.]

You look so gorgeous, Nick. So, so pretty... you fit perfectly, you know? I could stay here all night.

[His hips fall downwards, and he smacks Wolfwood with the crop. Each time Wolfwood bottoms out in him, he gets whacked with it. At this point, the strikes are becoming a lot rougher; there'll probably be bruising left behind by the morning and a little puffiness to his skin overall. Nothing too extreme, but definitely nothing that'll fade in a few hours, either.]