[Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[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]

[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.]

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood welcomes the sting of the lashes, honestly. He still hasn't entirely puzzled out why (it's a kink), but the pain heightens the pleasure. It's something he relishes every time it happens, not because he wants to hurt, because the power play makes him feel things. It's during times like this that he can truly let go in a way he's felt like he never could in his day-to-day life. It's become a taboo craving he can't get enough of.

Same with having gay sex, he guesses.

His groaning only intensifies as Ain moves just a little bit more earnestly, keeping the pace slow enough that he isn't going to just lose it in two seconds. He's getting there though, make no mistake.

For a moment, his head tries to fall back, only to be tugged forward by the taught leash instead. That's fine, it just means he gets to stare at Ain more directly, looking right up into his eyes as he ruts his hips up into him like a dog in heat.]

M-more...please...

[eidxiety]

Good boy. You've got the begging down, I see.

[God he loves a man who will beg. Those are his favourite men. Ain will, in fact, ride Wolfwood faster as requested, lifting his hips further before he slams back down. His pace is quick and practised, barely breaking a sweat as his cock bounces for Wolfwood's viewing pleasure.

He's getting tighter by the moment, riding dangerously close to that edge himself — but he can last, he knows he can force himself to for just a bit longer. He's moaning and the bed is squealing in protest, but Ain is ignoring all of it in favour of watching Wolfwood's whorish expression.

But just when the both of them are about to crest that peak... Ain stops, settling down into a far lazier and far slower rock up until he's fully stopped, sitting there on Wolfwood's hips with the man still buried in him.]

[lupusxylem]

[While Ain is trying to hold himself back for Wolfwood's benefit, Wolfwood is not even trying. Perhaps he would be if he were sober, but uh...right now, he is chasing his own pleasure as far as he can, desperate now for the sweet relief of release. He's so close, he can almost taste it. Ain redoubling his efforts and moving faster only facilitates that feeling as Wolfwood's moaning overtakes all other sound, even the sound of the blood pumping in his ears.

He's certain he must have drawn blood by the time Ain is bouncing the hardest, meeting him each time with a buck of his hips up into him, gritting his teeth so hard it makes his jaw ache. He's right there, just a little more...

...Ain stops.

He stops.

He stops, and Wolfwood lets out a sound akin to a dying animal. He tries to throw himself at Ain, to keep moving, but funnily enough it's the collar and leash that keep him in place, unable to do much to get what he wants.]

A-Ain-!

[eidxiety]

I did say I was going to edge you. Or did you forget?

[He probably forgot. Ain playfully wiggles his hips, feeling where Wolfwood has his claws sunk in and sighing lovingly about it. If he's drawing blood (he is) Ain won't complain. It's like with his back, still all fucked up but healing well.]

I'm edging myself too, you know. It makes the final climax better. Besides... [And he hits Wolfwood with that devious Cheshire grin of his.] Don't you want to fill me up? You'll produce more this way, haha.

[Twirls the leash around his index and middle finger. Hums...]

You can handle a little edging, can't you?

[lupusxylem]

[Bro he is SO drunk, of course he forgot. It’s fun to think about edging when you’re not being edged, pulled back from orgasm at the last possible second. Agonizing, truly.

…but then Ain asks if he can handle it and, well. That definitely triggers a reflexive response of-]

I can handle it. I ain’t a coward.

[eidxiety]

Good! It's my favourite~.

[Wiggles his hips again to give Wolfwood a fraction of pleasure, but nothing near what he was doing earlier.]

And you're gonna say "please", aren't you? Like a good dog.

[And now Wolfwood is really getting that wish he made at the saloon. Ain said he'd make Wolfwood his bitch, didn't he?]

[lupusxylem]

Nnngghh.

[This is how he dies. This is going to be how Ain just fucking kills him he swears to god-

The brief reprieve does at least give him a chance to catch his breath, though "reprieve" might be a strong word given how much he's sweating. Poor guy is glistening over here.

Thank god Ain is so hot, and managing to hammer on every single button that Wolfwood didn't even know he had.]

Yes...please. Please...ride me.

[eidxiety]

[Hmm...

Ain starts back up but at a ridiculously slow clip. Like. It's a goddamn snail's pace compared to before, a lazy lift of Ain's hips and then an even lazier sinking.

Up... Down.......... Up..............]

Like this?

[He knows not like this.]

[lupusxylem]

[Oh my god. Oh my god??

Wolfwood feels like his dick is going to melt. It's good, really good even, but nowhere near enough. This is akin to blowing on his dick after deepthroating it for ten minutes.

He takes a heaving breath, his nails digging deep furrows over Ain's hipbones as he struggles to keep his composure, to not just buck his hips up into Ain like a feral beast.]

...no.

[He says, simply, through gritted teeth.

But he isn't! A coward!!! He can do this!!!]

Jus'...keep goin'...