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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]

[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'...

[eidxiety]

[Wolfwood trying so hard over here... Ain thinks this is all adorable, and if it were up to him (it is) they'd be here all night like this (but he's gonna be nice so that he doesn't kill them both).

Ain makes sure to purposely squeeze around Wolfwood as he's doing all of this, thereby making it worse without actually doing anything to further Wolfwood along. He was tight before, he's basically a vice grip now.]

Keep going? No? What is it, baby? Do you want it faster?

[lupusxylem]

[He won't kill Ain! He'll just threaten to. There's a difference.]

H-haah...Aughh-

[He is McStruggling over here, but he finally manages to grind out:]

Faster.

[eidxiety]

[There we go, was that so hard?? (Yes, Ain was purposely making it difficult, Wolfwood cannot be blamed.) Ain grins from ear to ear practically, but that quickly melts away into a slack-jawed moan when he ups the pace to what it was previously, breakneck enough to where the skin contact is audible in their little room. And Ain, as usual, is loud. He is Loud-Loud, to the point where they're certainly going to get a "please be fucking quiet" notice during breakfast tomorrow.

He does not care. He is riding Wolfwood like a bull at a rodeo, barely holding onto his own sanity all the while. He barely has the ability to tug the leash at this point, focused more on balance than giving Wolfwood more bruises to his thighs or yanking him forward, but he does manage to at least remember the collar this time. Ain's eyes are half-lidded, cheeks pink, and the way he's tightening up says he's probably riding close to that edge.]

Mm— h-haaha... do you wanna cum, baby?

[lupusxylem]

[Thank you. Wolfwood, of course, melts into the renewed quickness just as readily as ever, a throaty moan escaping him only to be drowned out by Ain being much louder. Loud-Loud is an understatement, but since he's sure people fuck in this Inn all the time, he can't say he cares all that much. Fine him or whatever, he's getting laid.

Ain keeping the leash taught, at least, is plenty enough for Wolfwood. It makes him feel used in a way that he can't quite get enough of, the steel of the metal cross continuing to glint into Ain's eyes as it bounces off the collar with every hard thrust down against him. Over and over again, until Wolfwood too can feel his orgasm finally building. Balls tightening, shaft pulsing dangerously as deep in Ain as he can go...

He nods so hard his hair falls down into his eyes, suddenly reaching up with one hand so he can catch Ain by the back of the neck, dragging him down for a bruising kiss in lieu of a verbal response.]

[eidxiety]

[Ordinarily Ain would be like "a kiss does not get you what you want", but the fact is he's so biased toward Wolfwood he suddenly can't bring himself to care if the response is verbal or physical. Dick game too bomb, Ain doesn't want to quit, he's having a difficult time quitting in general because that means edging himself twice in a row and he is way too far gone to consider it.

No, he's going to bounce his hips so hard it makes both of them climax hard enough to see stars. God, he's gorgeous. God, Ain wants to see him come undone and look at the claw marks and bruises on his hips in the mirror come morning. God, he wants to keep Wolfwood forever.

It's all very bad. And yet Ain isn't stopping himself from feelings nor from pleasure, eagerly kissing Wolfwood back as deeply as he can before he has to break that kiss to moan into the man's mouth. It takes once, twice more where their hips collide, and then Ain suddenly tenses and shudders, sinking down onto Wolfwood one last time as he comes undone right in his lap. And after a second... he keeps bouncing, trying to further Wolfwood along too, not having forgotten that he's got a submissive to get off too.]

[lupusxylem]

[Incredibly, Wolfwood lasts longer than Ain this time. It's only by a fraction, but it's enough that if Ain had completely gone still in his orgasm, Wolfwood might have just started crying for real. Fortunately, that's not what ends up happening, and he's being taken well into account here...which Wolfwood greatly appreciates. He can't properly articulate that when he's being ridden within an inch of his life, but hopefully Ain can tell by the way he's got his nails dug in, and the way he's kissing him fervently like they're lovers, and not simply having sex.

He feels it as Ain cums, his seed splattering his chest while he tightens all around Wolfwood's cock, and honestly that would have almost been enough on its own...but when Ain moves just that little bit more, he's done. He's absolutely cooked, unable to hold back anymore as he helplessly spills over deep in Ain's ass. He chokes back a sobbing moan against the side of his neck as they fall away from their kiss, his entire body shaking from the intensity of his release as it happens.

Because, hey, turns out! Edging DOES make it stronger!!

And oh, boy. He is fucking Feeling It.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain only stills when he's pretty sure Wolfwood has finished stuffing him full, though he doesn't stop trying to kiss the man stupid, that's for sure. He's panting like he just ran a marathon, clinging tight to Wolfwood's shoulders in a full embrace just to kiss him deeper. It's very...

This isn't something you do with a friend with benefits. He's Attached and it's starting to show. Ain isn't that good of a liar to begin with. Maybe Wolfwood will be intoxicated enough to forget half of this and Ain will be both relieved and devastated at the same time.]

Mm... there you are. I told you...

[lupusxylem]

[It most certainly isn't, and...whether or not Wolfwood will remember most, or any, of this come morning is still up in the air. It's very possible he will remember more than he lets on, but he just keeps that to himself to save face, or something.

But right now, though?

Right now, he is drunk. He is emotional. He is overwhelmed by feelings and he doesn't care how they're expressed, because even as Ain is speaking to him softly, Wolfwood is cutting him off with another kiss. Both hands reach up to take either side of his face now, kissing him in a way that's less aggressive and bruising this time, and more easy and languid as they come down from their mutual highs.

He says nothing at all. He just kisses and kisses Ain until his lungs feel like they'll really explode if he doesn't pull back and gasp for air.]

[eidxiety]

[Ughhhh now he's going to be addicted to Wolfwood-kisses (he already is) THANKS ASSHOLE... Ain kisses back, of course, and then starts scooping the blankets over then and maneuvering them both to lay down. Wolfwood is still in him, and that's fine. Wolfwood's not going to be the one with stiff legs if they sleep like this.

Squashes his face into the titties. Notice how he keeps doing this, he's going to live here now.]

Soft...

[Why is Wolfwood soft and warm... this is so fucked up.]

[lupusxylem]

Speak...for yerself...

[Is said between heavy pants as Wolfwood keeps Ain close to his chest, unable to move even an inch as Ain helps lay them both down in the bed properly. Wolfwood is still in Ain, they are cockwarming, and he has no problems whatsoever with just sleeping in him like this. He doesn't want to move, overstimulation notwithstanding, his face buried into Ain's shoulder now as he keeps him cradled on his chest.]

Fuck....so tired...