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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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[Horny horny horny-

Wolfwood would have been just fine walking himself. He's a big boy, he can handle walking through the wet grass (even though his shoes would be full of water by the end because look at what this idiot is wearing). What he isn't expecting is for Ain to just come over and scoop him up the moment they've dropped down from the window, prompting him to quickly grab on by wrapping one arm around his shoulders as he flies them off into the woods to be nasty. He can feel the rain hitting his face as they go, still incessant even now, though he has to hope there will be at least a few large plants to shelter them from the worst of the rain.

By the time Ain lights on the ground and sets Wolfwood down in the grass, he's breathing a little heavier than he was before. Ain took "keep manhandling me" literally and he is not mad about it.]

W-well, that's. One way t'get here, I guess.

[The canopy is thicker here than in the clearing proper, though yeah, they're still going to get a little wet, and their clothes will need to be dried, but that's what flying back in through the window is for!! It's for drying off and taking a warm bath and totally not getting the flu because your actions have consequences, you idiots. Why are you like this.

Ain lays them both out in the grass, feeling the rain soaking his face and hair already. He gives it a good shake before loosening the ribbon in his hair and undoing his braid, then plops right back on Wolfwood's hips.]

Should've undressed before we came out here, huh?

[But there's something to be said about a wet, open shirt clinging to Wolfwood, too. Ain suddenly wishes he knew how to work one of the Terrans' phone-thingies because he wants pics. You know, for later.]

You're so pretty all wet, though.

[They probably should have. Getting out of wet clothing is going to be difficult, unless Ain decides to keep Wolfwood half dressed with his top clinging to him haphazardly. They will need to do at least a little something about his pants though...even though, legally, he can just whip his dick out and Ain can take it from there. It's really up to him, since he's the one leading the charge this time.

Wolfwood tries to get comfortable in the grass nevertheless, resting his hands along Ain's thighs as he looks up at him ambiently glowing in the semi-gloom of the rain.]

Could say the same 'bout you, yaknow. You're a sight for sore eyes, you are.

["Wet Wolfwood" is going under Ain's new kinks. He swears to God.

In any case, he's pulling Wolfwood's wet clothing off now, no longer wanting to be super patient here. Better start now, before this becomes an impossible task. He has not forgotten about the promise of bondage, but give him a second.

Ordinarily, as he's pulled the man's pants down, he'd already be between his legs with Wolfwood in his mouth. Ain thinks he has a better idea right now, though, as he slides off of Wolfwood and puts the other's hands on his own clothing.]

Help me out?

[Free those tentacle dicks from his pants, you know you want to.]

You don't gotta ask me twice.

[He is already reaching for Ain as they speak, carefully taking the hem of his pants between his fingers and dragging them along it teasingly before he reaches the front zipper, getting that undone deftly despite the fact he's Kindof damp right now. He manages to get the pants off with a little help from the Angel, wiggling and finagling until he's able to toss them to the side somewhere.

And what should he be greeted by than the lovely sight of those slick-cocks already visible having left their sheath, searching for something to grab onto but still being a little too far away for that.

So, what about his hand? You know you wanna wrap around his fingers, pspspsps]

[Gotta love how Wolfwood just goes for it. Ain sure does, as he sits across Wolfwood's hips again and lets himself go on autopilot here. How's that xenophilia buddy?]

So eager, haha...

[But of course, Ain is too. Those twin cocks certainly aren't small; they twist up around Wolfwood's fingers on their own, feeling him as much as he's feeling them. The sensitivity cannot be understated though, even if they're just exploratory touches and nothing else. It feels damn good; Ain's hips rock against Wolfwood's hand, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.]

Here, babe... curl your fingers a little in the slit. You can't go too deep, but it feels really good.

[He'll get to you in a second, let him get his sheathplay in first.]

[He can't help but be. Ain just has that effect on him, after all. Like, his mouth is watering over how much he wants to just put those tentacles in his mouth, but he won't because Ain has a specific goal in mind, and he doesn't want to make him cum early and ruin that.

...he will, however, do as Ain gently coaxes him to and reaches his fingers in a little closer to the slit, letting those lengths remain curled up around him as he presses his fingers into his sheath. This is as much a turn on for him as it is for Ain, a low shudder passing through him as he slides his fingers down against it gently, pressing into the base of where those lengths meet his pelvis.]

Here...?

[The reaction is immediate; Ain's spine arches just slightly, hips bucking into the air and against Wolfwood's hand and wings fluttering slightly in the rain. Oh... oh god, yes, just like that, he thinks — none of this winds up leaving his lips until a solid minute later because he's far too busy moaning to use his words.

It's not like he won't return the favour, though. He brackets either side of Wolfwood's shoulders with his arms, pushing his hips back now against his erect cock, until he can get Wolfwood right between his cheeks but not actually in him. They're both wet from the rain, and it makes for a much smoother glide than if he'd tried to do this raw.

His hips move. Slowly up and down, all the while sort of assisting Wolfwood's fingers with their explorations.]

That's it... h-haha, good boy...

[Ohhh that's such a tease, but in the most delicious way possible. The pleasure is palpable, like electric shocks running through his veins as Ain rocks against him, all while using his own hand for his own pleasure. There's something uniquely attractive about the intimacy of that, of being given this much power while simultaneously being held down and guided by Ain at the same time. He's so soft down here that he's afraid he might hurt him if he presses too hard, but those worries are quickly tamped down when Ain himself starts rocking against his hand, which prompts Wolfwood to delve his fingers in just a bit deeper. He's right: it's not like he can go further than his body will allow, so it's fine. No way he could hurt him unless he tried.]

Fuck me...

[It's more of an exclamation than a request (though, hey, just saying) as he uses his thumb to rub at one of the cocks wrapped around his fingers, glancing up at Ain through his bangs that are quickly becoming damp with the rainwater. He's glad he isn't wearing his shades, because he's not sure how much longer he'd be able to see.]

[The way Ain grins when Wolfwood says that bespeaks of something very devious in this boy's brain, let's say. He manages it even when his eyelids are fluttering and when he's rocking back against Wolfwood at such a teasing, slow clip that it might as well border on torture. He likes to think he's fun.]

I'm not sure you could take both... nnh... but I'd love to. Next time?

[Next time could either be "a week from now" or "in the next hour", who knows with Ain. Wolfwood awakened a beast in him and now his balls are going to be empty literally all the time.

For now, though... for now... the plans are still in motion. He lifts his hips up and scoots forward a touch, no longer grinding on Wolfwood, but that's okay because he's swift to replace the stimulation with his tail instead.]

Help stretch me out?

H-aah. Next ti-i--

[Good Lord Ain-

Wolfwood moans openly the moment he swaps to his tail- he's not sure why that's getting to him as much as it is, it's probably the xenophilia- until he remembers a second too late that they're still outdoors. Into the woods though they may be, the Inn is still in viewing distance of where they ended up. Anyone could step outside and happen to glance their way and be like "was that light always there" and decide to go investigate. That's when they'd head Wolfwood moaning like a whore and realize they probably shouldn't be there right now.

It's hard to keep your voice down when you're feeling as good as he is, but he's starting to realize now why Ain wanted his sheath fingered. It serves a dual purpose of pleasure and a last-minute lubricant, given that Wolfwood's fingers are now coated in slick. He huffs (clever), and carefully extricates his hand from his lengths long enough so that he can reach behind him a little further, edging his fingers up so he can find his entrance and smooth over it, slicking it up thoroughly before he ever attempts to slide his fingers in.]

[If Ain knew a silencing spell-bubble-thing, he would've cast it by now. As it is, he's going to be the louder of the two, and they're lucky the rain will drown most of it out anyway. If it were a normal night... no shot, they'd have already been caught fucking around like this.

Right now, Ain can't bring himself to care, as Wolfwood's fingers move down and just ghost over him. His reward is Ain tightening the pressure with his tail's grip; it's a strange feeling, like a ribbon wrapping around him, but warm like a hand might be. Though it's not as deft as his fingers, Ain is able to use that flared tip of it as something similar, sliding it along the slit while the rest curls around him and glides up and down.]

Do you like that?

[Those are not the sounds of a man who doesn't like that, surely.]

[Wolfwood nods shakily, the urge to rock his hips overwhelming him for just a moment, yet he manages to restrain himself. He doesn’t want to overdo it, because even he is susceptible to cumming early if he gets too excited. And this, uh. Is all very exciting, actually, he had no idea exhibitionism could be so thrilling-

He’ll very carefully work his finger in, just the one to start, twisting and curling and delving deeper when he feels Ain is ready, all while gripping at his thigh with his free hand. It’s quite the sensation to be doing this while laying on the wet ground too, the feeling of rain hitting his face a constant.]

Y-yeah…n’you…?

[You ever just wanna bite a man so badly— Ain will get to this after they get the actual work out of the way, he thinks, as he leans back in a certain way that will let Wolfwood see exactly what he's doing... and greet him with the sight of a very slick, dripping sheath as well. It's not just rain that's falling onto his stomach, but a whole ton of slick; some of it drips down his wrist too, due to the angle. His twin cocks have nowhere to really go, so they resume being "still" like normal non-prehensile dicks would be.]

Like getting you off with my tail? Yeah. Your reactions are really cute~. [Hehe...] But your reactions are getting me off more than anything.

[It's not hard to see how much Ain loves getting fingered besides, he is rocking his hips right into Wolfwood's hand about it, almost demanding more with that alone.]

[Wolfwood nods weakly because yeah, something like that...it's a good thing Ain likes getting fingered because that gentle, probing rock of his hand is going to turn into all-out finger banging in short order here, even if he's trying to be conscious of not doing too much that Ain ends up getting off early. He enjoys his reactions just as much as Ain enjoys his own, so it really can't be helped. Never mind the feeling of the way his slick drips down his arm like that. He really is going to need a whole shower after this, and it won't just be from getting dirty outside.]

I think...h-haah...maybe you're enjoyin' this too much...

[It's said with a breathless, teasing lilt, because like. Help him, he is DYING, he wants to bury his cock in you so bad-]

[Listen... he loves those fingers, okay? If he edges himself just a little by rocking his hand down onto them, that's between him and God and these rainstorms. God.

It won't be too long now, at least, until Ain is prepped. Then they can get down to the things he's wanted to do all night so far, one of which will be a fun surprise for Wolfwood, the other of which were already discussed. He has T-minus five minutes until Ain tries to jump on him officially.

For now, though, that tail keeps moving. Ain himself keeps moving, smirking down at Wolfwood in between passes. Almost, just a little more...]

And you're not?

[Normally, anxious brain would be like "oh no do you want me to stop :(" but he's getting the wild sensation that Wolfwood does not want this.]

[Ain if you stopped right now you might actually get to see Wolfwood cry for real-

But no, he exhales on a shaky laugh at that, his head thumping back against the wet grass as he looks up at Ain like he hung the stars in the sky.]

Heh...g-guess I can't say I ain't. Never thought fuckin' in the rain would be this hot.

[Said as he just. Eeever so carefully slides a second finger in alongside the first.]

Oh...

[Any other night, he'd want this man to get him off with fingers alone. And then do everything else, let's be real here, because good god sir you've got both head game and fingerblasting game and it's unfair. And very very hot. But man, it's an excersize in restraint not doing that, and not getting between Wolfwood's legs and giving him head, and not sitting on his face, and godddd he should've accounted for this. Maybe he can make up for all of it by riding the man until his pelvis breaks?

"Whose pelvis?" Both of their pelvises actually, that sounds good.]

I hope you have multiple rounds in you, then— nnh...

[Just think of it this way Ain, you can do all of those things and more once the furniture has decided to stop trying to kill you for not leaving room for Jesus. Surely this fuck in the rain will not come with consequences, oh no.

Anyway breaking his pelvis and making sure he won't be walking come morning will make up for it, he can promise you that. Not that he knows he won't want to get out of bed anyway due to the headache he'll have accrued from staying out half-naked and bared to the elements as they are.]

When do I not?

[He snickers in an undertone, reaching his free hand up to sort of grab at the air, trying to coax Ain closer. Should he take the hint, he'll pull him in for another sloppy kiss, the rainwater mingling between them, their hair wet and cold against their skin. It's like every rom-com protagonist's dream over here.]

G-great question...

[Ugh. Horny. Dripping slick everywhere. Wolfwood you are not beating the hot allegations.

...especially not when he drags Ain in for a sloppy kiss like that. It's too damn good. Everything Ain wanted, from the sheer romance of kissing deep and passionate in the rain, to the more salacious reminder that they've taken wet T-shirt contest to a whole new level. Of course he kisses back. And of course, he's sure to plunge his tongue deep between Wolfwood's teeth, practically suffocating him with the fervour before he lets off.

Let the guy breathe. He's only got a little bit of an asphyxiation kink when he's going down on someone, he needs oxygen any other time. Still, Ain remains close, lapping at Wolfwood's bottom lip and nibbling it playfully, soothing the bite with a kiss.

Too pretty. Ugh.]

Okay. I think... I should be good. I've gotta get you ready too, though.

[Rainwater! Is not lube! It could work, but Ain has a better (kinkier) idea, thus does he wiggle and back off, sighing when Wolfwood's fingers slide out...

And then he moves his hips back down and moves his tail away, wraps both cocks around Wolfwood's own, and jerks him off that way. He'll be slick before either of them know it! It's just Ain is also going to edge him a whole lot doing this, have fun.]

[It's honestly better than he could have hoped. Turns out kissing in the rain is as hot as they make it out to be in movies, who knew? But he also was the guy who orchestrated the wet t-shirt contest to begin with, so nobody was surprised. Nobody is surprised when Wolfwood getting lightheaded over that kiss makes his cock twitch between them, either. This guy's masochism streak is a mile wide, man.

Nevertheless, he's having a good time. His blissed out expression and the way he's so desperate to be close to Ain at any given time is indication of that, to the point where he actually lets out a frustrated little huff of breath through his teeth when Ain pulls away. He knows he needs to, they can't just sit here while Wolfwood fingerfucks him forever. Next time.

He retrieves his hand, seriously contemplating sticking his fingers in his mouth for a taste, but before he can make a decision Ain is on him with those dicks of his, another sound escaping Wolfwood, this time more startled and afflicted than the last. His head falls back into the grass again as his hips buck up helplessly at the air for a moment, trying to get more friction going even though he's already being jerked off as they speak.]

Shit-

[These two and their various kinks. Luckily Ain wants to play with all of them, not just the ones he's picked up along the way from the nasty smut he's been reading. And seeing Wolfwood so afflicted like this?

Yeah. Yeah, this is awakening more in him.

He presses their hips together almost flush, prehensile cocks drawing Wolfwood's closer, right against his slit. It's warm and wet and while he can't fuck it per se, it doesn't mean Ain's not using the friction both of his rocking hips and the movement of his own dicks to simulate something quite close to it.

And as this is ongoing, he leans back down again, tucking his lips against the side of Wolfwood's neck he didn't cover in bruises earlier to do just that. He bites. Not hard enough to break skin, but certainly enough to bruise.]

[Turns out, being edged just makes everything feel that much more intense! Who knew, right? Because right now, Wolfwood is feeling it. Every inhale of breath is met with a whine, and every exhale a deep, guttural moan that would definitely be heard should anyone step near the forest's edge right about now. He's thrown all caution to the wind in terms of trying to be quiet, not that he was really trying before...it just feels too good to bother. He wants to ride it out, to let Ain stroke him off to completion, but he knows they have bigger and better things ahead.

Er go: the edging. Which ends up being coupled with Ain taking it upon himself to kiss his neck and bite him there, sharp enough for Wolfwood to hitch a moan in the back of his throat, his hips bucking up again against Ain's dicks.]

A-Ain-

[Ergo: the edging. :)

Listen, if Wolfwood is going to be ridden within an inch of his life, that means he must also be edged within an inch of his life too. It'll make it better in the end, he swears. It's probably the wettest, sloppiest...something-job a man can get, but Ain hopes it feels good, because he's having a damn difficult time not climaxing to this as it is.

He trails his lips just a bit lower to leave a bruise in the shape of his lips on Wolfwood's collar, practically licking the water off of his skin when he lathes his tongue over that bite, too.]

Yeah? Feels good? [Kiss, kiss, bite.] Think you're slick enough? Haha...

[It's a little embarrassing, the way every time he tries to open his mouth to speak, he just. Moans. He really can't help it though, it's maybe the wettest and sloppiest whatever-job he's received, but it feels damn good and that's really what matters here. Good to the point where he's forgetting how words work, struggling to form coherent sentences because all his lizard brain can shout at him is close close close.

Yes, he knows. He knows he's close. It's why he nods a little shakily when Ain asks if he thinks he's slick enough, his heels slipping in the wet grass as he digs them into the earth.]

U-...uh huh...please, I can't-

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