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I will not make this look pretty later, don't believe me it's all a lie

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INVENTORY:

-The Punisher: Wolfwood's cross gun, normally covered in wrappings.
INFO from the mods on use so I don't forget: The cross-gun will be able to fire regular bullets (regains of these can be handwaved; silvered bullets can be purchased in the bonus AC store) just fine, without any special nerfs. The laser feature will be usable a max of 3 times a month.

-4 Vials of his Drugs(tm)
Info from the mods on use so I don't forget: Wolfwood can start with up to 5 vials of his Lab Drugs. More of these can be regained for the price of a Small Item (a maximum of 5 at once), but they will not work on other player characters for obvious reasons. Their healing ability will also be slightly nerfed to not heal anything instantaneously, but rather over a few minutes.
3/7: All Vials have been used. Will need to purchase replacements if he wants to use them again.
???: Forgot to put the date here but he's purchased more Vials, one has been used to he has 4 currently.

-A lighter

-A carton of cigarettes, more can be purchased/handwaved

-A winter coat that Heimr bullied him into purchasing

-A matching pair of boots for the coat

-A little knit wolf with sunglasses from Elsword.

-A blanket from Livio.

-A handgun with a wolf engraved on the handle.

-A black husky named Angelina

-A belt pouch to carry his regeneration vials with a cross emblazoned into the leather.

-Authentic rosary beads, with beads made from black glass and a heavy, silver cross pendant

-A black leather choker with a silver cross pendant, similar to the rosary

-A whole church(tm)

-A wool knit cat plushie from Pure Vanilla

-3 tomas chicks that currently live in Kiera's barn

-3 londonites

-Wolf skull shaped cufflinks

-A dagger for his "birthday" from Gnosis

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Haha...fair enough.

[Have a smooch to your lips for your efforts.]

In that case...I'm done waitin'.

[He has nothing else to stop him. No more reason to stall. He sinks in against Ain without preamble and kisses the everliving fuck out of him. He is going to kiss him until his lungs are screaming for oxygen and then kiss for even longer, dragging a hand up through the back of his hair to pull him even closer.

Hi, if you weren't already hard before, he's going to make you even harder before he does more-]

[Y'know, Ain had a little tiny bit of a stiffy before just from all the attention and the way he was dressing, sue him, but now? Now it's going to get a lot worse very quickly. There is nothing under that skirt, only the skirt itself keeping them separate, and it isn't much. It's thin, meant for summertime and not for fucking in, but Ain did not ever claim to be a good boy now did he!!

The kiss is deep and suffocating and sloppy, in part because Ain hasn't had enough practice and in part because he's too busy moaning into Wolfwood's mouth to really think about it. He pushes their tongues together, thinks to himself that he maybe enjoys kissing too much? And then wraps his legs around the man's hips as if they could get any closer when Ain tries to drag him in.

God, it's so nice to be able to do things in a bed.]

[Being in a soft bed beats trying to fuck on a metal table bolted to the floor, any day of the week. Of course, if Ain thinks Wolfwood is just going to stick it in unceremoniously and let that be that, he's got another thing coming. No, he told him he was going to show him what his mouth could do, and he meant that.

The kisses eventually begin to travel, moving from Ain's lips to the rest of his face. Then from his face to his neck. From his neck, down further, lingering at his chest as he contemplates touching but decides to keep going because if he gets distracted here, he'll make Ain cum early before he gets to where he wants to be.

Down, down...his hands move over to his thighs now, squeezing and feeling them up all the way to his knees as he sharply spreads them apart, leaving Ain exposed with the way the skirt flutters back, leaving him open for Wolfwood's viewing pleasure. No underwear, completely bare...he smirks up at him, presses a kiss to his inner thigh, and suddenly disappears beneath the edge of the skirt, using the side of his other hand to pull it over his head as he goes.

It leaves Ain to leave everything to the imagination as Wolfwood begins his descent, kissing his way down his thigh first.]

[He appreciates the kisses, giggling when Wolfwood's whiskers tickle him. He's so cute and attentive and ugh ugh ugh— Ain wants to give him attention too, but he supposes it'll have to wait. The smirk makes him blush, naturally, and then...

Oh, yep, there he goes... under the skirt just as he said he'd be. Ain has to wonder if it's hot in there, like, are you not uncomfortable with something over your head? No? Very good carry on then.

There are more tickling kisses there, too, but Ain finds that the insides of his thighs are much more sensitive than everywhere else. He bites back a soft whine, but patiently keeps his legs spread. Can't pop Wolfwood's head yet.]

[Yet. Wolfwood wouldn't be particularly bothered if he decided to, at one point. But for now, he's going to enjoy this while he can, his lips moving in a careful, marching pattern from knee to inner thigh, down further and further as he feels Ain wiggle a little against him, hears the way he tries and fails to bite back a whine. Cute cute cute...

And then he reaches where he wants to be, the bridge of his nose bumping into Ain's cock first because of course it does. He huffs a soft laugh, inadvertently breathing hot against the skin, and presses a lingering kiss to the shaft. He can't so easily bring his hands under here, so everything he does is with his face and mouth, carefully nudging at him until he's in position for him to wrap his lips around the head, tongue teasing at the already-wet slit.

God, finally, he catches himself thinking, a muffled moan of his own passing his lips as he suckles on him gently, though doesn't yet take him fully into his mouth. He's pondering...debating what he wants to do, still.]

[The last time Ain got head it didn't go very far, in part because he was... is? still a stupid virgin and he was not expecting this to feel as good as it does. He doesn't expact to be a slow shot today, either, considering a fucking handjob had him climaxing in record time last time. Sorry Wolfwood—

All of this is to say, Ain does not bust yet, but Wolfwood will feel the way Ain very suddenly twitches against his tongue and hear him gasp, a noise that swiftly devolves into a soft little moan as he covers his mouth with the back of his wrist. Oh... oh, hi, he expected this but still. God, if he wasn't hard before, he sure is getting a little stiffer in Wolfwood's mouth.]

Mmnh... baaaabe...

[Whine whine whine]

[Boy, those sounds are like music to his ears. He hums when he hears it, giving Ain's thigh a gentle rub from the outside of the skirt as if to try to be soothing while he ramps up to giving the guy head. It's slow but purposeful, his tongue swirling around the tip, dipping into the slit, then passing its way up the shaft before he takes it back into his mouth fully to suck. Wolfwood might be full of hot air, but it's not entirely just shit that he's talking. He's got the mouth and the skills to back it up.

Anyway he doesn't lack a gag reflex unlike SOME PEOPLE, but at least he can take Ain a decent amount of the way into his mouth regardless, very much enough to get him off with enough time.]

[Sorry you weren't naturally gifted with the ability to deepthroat babe.

Either way, hey, have you ever wanted to see an angel squirm around, realise he shouldn't be squirming around, and then fitfully clutch at the sheets instead? Because oh boy! That's exactly what Ain is doing! He's desperately trying not to squish Wolfwood's head for the millionth time, whining, whimpering... he pulses a little in Wolfwood's mouth and then immediately says "sorry" for it. As he understands it, people don't like having their partners cum in their mouths (who, where, your One experience doesn't mean everyone) (also YOU like it).

The wiggling will start up again in a second, he's sorry he has no idea how people hold still during this. He's probably got another thirty seconds in him, be gentle he's fragile.]

[And baby, that's just fine by Wolfwood.

He's about to teach Ain that there's more to life than one shitty one-night stand where the guy didn't even treat you right. He'll treat you right, and then some. It's all there in the way he draws Ain in, letting him squirm around and wiggle to his heart's content. Even should he squeeze his head between his thighs a little too hard, he doesn't complain. He simply is here for the ride as he starts to bob his head in earnest, moving in a methodic, regular pace from tip halfway down to the base of him. He'll go as far as he possibly can, until Ain's tip touches the back of his throat and his nose presses against his navel and he has to draw back a bit to catch himself before he starts choking.

Then repeat. All the while hollowing out his cheeks as he goes, humming when he's at his deepest, and lapping at and kissing the tip of him on those occasions he decides to pull off entirely, just for a moment to tease.

Sorry, Ain. He is NOT letting you go, and you've got nowhere else to cum but right on the back of his tongue.]

[So fun facts! Turns out!! Getting head is a one-way road to climaxing! Which Ain knew but he's still not prepared, at all, for how sensitive his entire Everything is. Little does he know that experience will not make this better he will simply be sensitive for the rest of his life.

If Wolfwood were not currently buried in skirt, Ain would tangle his fingers with his hair and pull. Or he'd reach out and try to brush Wolfwood's bangs from his face, or something affectionate, he doesn't know he can't think right now. But no, the man is fucking gone under there, just full-stop disappeared never to be seen again. His moans pick up in intensity, and when Wolfwood pulls off to kiss and tease, he whimpers and fitfully wiggles about like please continue up until it does.

Thank God that it does, although Ain is very much learning that the teasing actually makes it worse. And on one hand, he doesn't want to climax all over this skirt and have to immediately chuck it in the washer to keep the fabric from getting stained. On the other...]

N-Nick, I'm— y-you might wanna back off— d-don't wanna choke you...

[haha, you fool

that's what he wants!

The thing is, Ain has no self-control. None. Zilch. He says he doesn't want to kill Wolfwood, but really, if he keeps getting head like this? He is simply going to do just that. When there's no stopping, when Wolfwood doesn't grab him and say "gross" and get him off in other ways, Ain can't conceal the squealing in the back of his throat from riding that edge way too long. He climaxes, hard, having to bite down on the corner of the pillow at the last second as he tries to press it into his face so not to alert the neighbours.

Oh... oh god, it's too good.]

[You fool you fell right into his trap-

No, Wolfwood ain't goin' nowhere, sorry Ain. Even if Ain wiggles around and tries to warn him verbally, Wolfwood keeps his head right where it is, holding his jaw a bit wider so he can take what he knows is coming more easily. This is the best part of giving head after all, at least in his opinion. He knows it's not everyone's cup of tea, but it's his, and that's what matters as Ain starts pumping his mouth full.

His throat flexes as he swallows it all, experienced enough at this point that he needn't pull off for a breath. It's a little harder with the dwindling oxygen under the skirt, but that's fine. The heat makes him pleasantly lightheaded and only encourages him further, his lips quirking into a satisfied smirk at the desperate sounds Ain is making above him.

And he is going to keep on sucking until Ain is oversensitive and needs him to stop, at which point he'll let him slowly slip from his mouth, his tongue lapping at the shaft to catch everything on the way out.

...but he sure as hell isn't through. No, he goes straight for the base of him as he shudders, mouthing at his balls, pulling them gently into his mouth to suck before letting go and moving even further down still.]

[Is this what they mean when they say "service top"—

Ain thinks, when the oversensitivity hits and his moaning turns into whimpers and his hands tap on Wolfwood's shoulders like "okay hold on", that they're done. He's shuddering as Wolfwood thinks to clean him off, but otherwise considers this to be a done deal, and maybe he should check on Wolfwood and make sure he's still alive and

oh no he's still going. How is he still going—?

Ain is practically sobbing at this point, but the overstimulation has moved on from "ow" to "oh okay I get it that kinda feels good" to "ohhh... OH" the lower Wolfwood goes. Of course, there's also the small issue of—]

Babe, I just came—

[but that's fine because he's gonna do that again if Wolfwood keeps it up! So!! ]

[ :)

:)

Oh, he knows you just came. He knows well. And that's why he's not staying where it's oversensitive. He's moving elsewhere, using his vantage point between Ain's legs to feel his way around until he's managed to push his hips up just a little so he's easier to get to.

Have you ever had your ass ate, because you're about to!!! Wolfwood is holding no bars here, lathing his tongue over and across the skin around his hole, getting it good and wet with his saliva first before he tries going any further. Granted, if Ain does tap him again and indicates he'd like him to stop, he will. But until then...]

[Not really, like Affo got that low and then Ain just kind of unwound like a spring on him, but to be fair he was already being edged at that point anyway so. Either way, Ain's cheeks redden with embarrassment, but he doesn't tell Wolfwood to quit. More than anything, he's curious, and he can't say he minds getting head from a man who is just so enthusiastic to give it.

So no, no stopping. There's only Ain whining, softly now, and wrapping his legs around Wolfwood's head and then remembering oh yeah he needs to breathe before he lets off.]

Nnh... f-feels good... s-sorry, not trying to kill you...

[Wolfwood at least isn't restricted like he was before with a cock halfway down his throat. He's able to pull off just long enough to speak, exhaling heavily against Ain's skin as he does so. It's getting really stuffy under here now, but he's still managing. The things he does for his men-]

S'aight. Kick me if I need t'stop.

[Because otherwise, he's diving back in pretty much immediately, getting his mouth wet again so he can more easily lubricate Ain for- you guessed it- letting his tongue slide right into him. Humming against the skin, mouthing his entrance until he's crying from pleasure is the whole goal, here.]

[Please admit you have a kink Wolfwood, Ain is happy to play with it if you just say you love not breathing—

But no, he's not kicking Wolfwood to get him to stop. He's also not expecting to be tongue-fucked somehow, his ape brain missed that part because it sure didn't happen last time, but the way he moans should signal enough how much he immediately loves it. It's so different from anything he's ever experienced before. Like, his own slick fingers just cannot compare.

Oh God. It's too good. Ain whimpers, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and shuddering bodily at just that much. Somehow in all of this, he gets his mouth working again, only so that he can beg:]

Nnh... m-more...

[Ask and ye shall receive, Ain, because no sooner do you beg for more before Wolfwood is going for it, tilting his head a little to get a better angle so he can reach his tongue in as deep as he can manage. It means his face is flush with Ain's skin, nose brushing against him, the vibration of the occasional hum and moan sent directly through the center of Ain's body.

Just like he might do with his fingers, he works his tongue in and out of him slowly, an effortless glide since...it's his tongue, it ain't getting dry or anything doing this. It's methodical and gentle since he just recently came, knowing that he's either 1) oversensitive still or 2) probably won't be able to take much more before he cums again anyway, so you know.

Sorry about keeping that skirt clean.]

[He's literally already riding on the edge, Wolfwood, how could you do this to him.

The skirt is not going to be clean. Ain is already leaking precum all over the inner fabric, and if Wolfwood isn't too careful, some will drip down the shaft and get into his hair. The boy is wet. Wet, and clenching around Wolfwood's tongue, desperately arching off the bed—]

N-Nick—— nnh—! I— aaah—!

[It's with a pitched whine that he comes undone then and there, no preamble, a solid minute after that first orgasm tore through him. And this time, he cannot control himself: he pincers Wolfwood's head between his thighs as he paints the inside of the skirt white.]

[It's a satisfaction like no other. He made this man cum in record time, and now he's got the coverage to prove it. He doesn't doubt his face and hair is probably soaked right now- he can feel it mostly around his forehead- but he couldn't care less. He just grins against Ain and helps him ride it out, continuing to lap at him with his tongue until he's completely spent and thoroughly oversensitive.

Only then will he re-emerge for oxygen, breathing too heavily to speak at first. Sorry give him a moment he needs actual air-]

[At least Ain lets up on the head-smashing after he's come down from the high, though he shakes and seizes throughout the entire thing because it is just that good. Thanks Wolfwood, thanks for killing him. He's dead now.]

Mm... Nick...

[No accent. Just Nick now. He's too horny to push the accent out and be cute.]

S-sorry, did I break your neck?

[Sitting up on his elbows, pushing the skirt aside, are you alive did you die]

[He's alive! But very dizzy, give him another second or three. Turns out not being able to breathe clearly and also having your head crushed between a man's thighs almost makes you pass out.

Nevertheless, he's still conscious, even if he is having to lay his head against Ain's leg for a moment.]

H-haha...nah. Nah...m'good...fuck....

[Petting Wolfwood's hair— oh no it's sticky oh okay let him just lean over and grab a tissue to clean him off with instead—]

I didn't mean to squish you, I'm sorry!

[Ain not realising people have a thing for that like—]

Haah...haha...whatcha apologizin' for? I wish you'd done it longer...

[You would have DIED]

You were....soooo fuckin' hot...

[He also might just be a tiny bit delirious still]

You're the one who was giving me head, babe...

[He seems delirious! But that's fine. Ain will clean him off and resume petting him.]

So, you got me skimpy clothes 'cause you wanted to eat me out with them on, huh? [ :) ]

[And Wolfwood will just lean into his hands like a sleepy dog getting pets, tbh.]

Mmm...so what if I did? That don't mean I'm in trouble, does it?

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