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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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[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-

[He's so cute. Ugh ugh ugh.

Ain's particular slick is very, uh, thick. When he leans away and separates them finally, giving Wolfwood a small amount of repreive as he slings himself further up Wolfwood's hips and lines himself up, there are visible strands of the secretion keeping the three cocks tethered. Briefly, because the rain and movement gets rid of it quickly enough, but Wolfwood will get to watch that sight for at least a few seconds.

Perhaps what's more pertinent to focus on now is the way Ain is getting ready to sink down onto Wolfwood, giving him that first taste as the tip brushes over the rim, but then.

Ain remembers. And he raises up a hand, summoning a little translucent green magic circle, one which snaps to Wolfwood's left wrist immediately, then another to the right, and then finally he drags that magic upwards until both wrists are shackled over Wolfwood's head.]

I almost forgot, haha~.

[Did he, did he really though.

With that out of the way, though, Ain sinks down onto Wolfwood finally, slow as he can possibly go so that the fun doesn't end too early. He'll get to the point of bottoming out and give the man a second to, uh, to not explode hopefully, not that Ain would complain if he did.]

[Wolfwood...actually did forget in the heat of the moment, oops!! So it's a good thing Ain remembered because oh, yeah, he absolutely did want that. Now, between the crushing denial that gnaws at the pit of his stomach the moment Ain pulls away, and the way his wrists are suddenly bound and snapped above his head, and the way Ain sinks down on him like that? It's a miracle he doesn't explode. And he doesn't, maybe because he just doesn't have a chance to process it all yet, or maybe because he's been edged so thoroughly that he still needs just that much more to tip him over the edge.

He can hang on. He has to, because fuck him if he doesn't want this to last.

Right now though, Wolfwood can't speak. He can barely make a sound beyond a strangled wheeze as he tests his bonds, wiggling his wrists only to find that they're stuck tight. He couldn't pull himself free even if he wanted to, but that's exactly how he wants it to be. He trusts Ain, so this is fine. Better than fine, actually.

Rain pelts his face, his hair completely sodden by now as he looks up at Ain with an expression he's probably never properly seen before. It's desperate and debauched, wanting to beg almost but lacking the voice to do so.]

[Oh, Wolfwood, darling, you are awakening something in your angel looking like that. Ain is going through a whole Arc with that face, tail wagging behind him as he reaches a hand down to swipe Wolfwood's soaked hair off of his forehead. God, and the way his chest muscles flex with his arms above his head...

Hi sorry Ain is too busy objectifying the fuck out of Wolfwood to remember to move.]

You're soooo pretty...

[Plaps his hands on Wolfwood's chest, you know, for balance and for no other reason obviously.]

You're not going to burst if I start moving, are you?

[But he gives a cursory rock of his hips anyway, a quick bounce to test the waters.]

[In that moment, Wolfwood lets out a moan that's louder than he ever intended it to be. More like a sharp, bitten-back bark than anything, one that catches in his chest as his whole body arches up off the wet ground, as if trying to throw himself deeper into Ain if he can. He can't do anything beyond move his hips with his wrists bound as they are, every breath a heavy pant between them. He doesn't burst, no, but he's clearly very close to it thanks to Ain's efforts, and it's difficult at this point to tell if the dampness clinging to his lashes is rainwater, tears, or a combination of both.

Please, please, please- every shift of his body seems to say, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gives another sharp tug on his wrists. Nothing. He may as well have cement blocks affixed to them.]

More...

[Oh! Well, Wolfwood trying to get at him from below is extremely hot and welcome, and Ain will encourage more of it by wiggling his hips but not really going anywhere. No up-and-down movement, just sitting there to see. He watches Wolfwood tug on the restraints, but they're magic, so they're not going anywhere anytime soon. Ain trusts if he didn't want to be tied up he'd say so, so have fun struggling, babe!

As cute as his boyfriend is, and as much as Ain likes to watch him squirm, he'll be nice. He hears the begging through the drone of rain and nods, lifting his hips up and beginning to bounce in earnest, finally, at a slow but even clip. The angle is something new to Ain entirely; somehow, he didn't account for the fact that gravity would do half the work for him, and that he'd feel Wolfwood utterly and completely filling him at every possible angle. It's a lot. It's a lot for someone who is still fairly new to this, all things considered, but

it feels fucking incredible, for what it's worth. Give Ain a bit to flutter his eyelashes and moan with his chin tilted toward the heavens.]

[With Ain finally giving in and giving Wolfwood what he asks for, there's nothing more for him to whine and complain about, save whining over how good this all feels. No, he very much enjoys the thrill of being restrained like this, so he isn't going to ask Ain to let him go. He's simply going to relish the feeling of it instead, his breath still catching and stuttering on its way in and out, like his body can't quite get enough oxygen. It surely can't keep up either, as he's completely at Ain's mercy right now. Entirely at the whim of the Angel riding him, and god he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying every second of it.

And well, wouldn't you know it, Wolfwood can't actually stand being edged as much as Ain has edged him this evening. He doesn't have the stamina for it. Yes, he's got the stamina to keep going, but to last after all of that? There was no chance in hell once Ain got started in earnest. He can't really even warn Ain either beyond the desperate whimper that pitches high in the back of his throat as he thrusts his hips up against Ain once, twice more...and it's without ceremony that he completely spills over inside of him, filling Ain up fast and hot until he'll be dripping all down the insides of his thighs, all while Wolfwood shudders and quakes underneath him.]

[Wolfwood will hear not a single complaint out of Ain as their hips meet and suddenly he's being filled to the brim. Absolutely none, because aside from the foreplay, this is his actual favourite part, the part where he gets to feel his very hot partner climax underneath him and make a mess everywhere. Sue him, he likes being just a hole sometimes okay?

He won't leave Wolfwood hanging through it, though. Ain rocks his hips as he's been doing to coax out every last drop, only slowing down when he's sure Wolfwood must need to take a breath. He himself is obviously still hard and dripping, but for Ain, they've barely gotten started — and he can always force himself to last when he's the one in control. This is also why Wolfwood's hands must be tied up because Lord knows if the man grabs Ain's hips and starts pounding him from below, he really will climax in record time, too.

So! Purposeful bondage aside...

Ain does not get off of Wolfwood. At all. He stills, just in case, and lays over the man and kisses along his jaw and the corner of his mouth — but Wolfwood sure is still buried in him, and Ain definitely hasn't given up yet. He's going to want at least two more of these before the night is done.]

You okay...? Need a minute to recover?

[Or does he keep going? Is Wolfwood soft, or is he still erect?]

[They barely have gotten started, and here he is cumming in two seconds like he's still a teenager. What the fuck. This is embarrassing, yet no small part of Wolfwood assumes that Ain is getting off to it. He's probably really proud of himself that he was able to push Wolfwood to this point at all, so that's saying something.

He's glad he doesn't move off of him, because over-sensitivity aside, he doesn't want him to move. He wants Ain to stay right where he is as he acclimates to the feeling of everything being so hot around him suddenly, and his dick?

No, it is still erect. So. :)]

Haah...h-hah....aahh...

[...he shakes his head no. No, please just fucking mcmurder him, he can take it.]

[Ain is definitely proud of himself for making Wolfwood come undone with just that. "Just" as if he wasn't, you know, doing freaky monster shit with his tentacle dicks and tying Wolfwood up and stuff. Absolutely no xenophile shit here, nope, Wolfwood is a normal man.

He sure is cute, though. Look at him, unable to answer the question, awww...]

Okay~. You just tell me if I need to stop at all.

[He thinks he like, jolted the language out of this man via his penis. Which is fine, Ain will do it again willingly. For now, he sits back up, makes a show of stretching his arms over his head like oh noooo look at meeee, bending his spine... and then it's right back to where they left off. No break at all, just Ain bouncing immediately, a touch faster than before.

And, yet again, he is the loudest partner you can possibly have in bed. Or in forest, as it were.]

[He'll stop when he's dead, thanks-

Wolfwood looks up at Ain blearily as he shows off for him- because that's exactly what his ass is doing, arching his back and stretching his wings out like that- feeling his face grow even hotter somehow despite the rain falling onto it. Was he always this much of a freak? He guesses........probably. No, yeah. Definitely. You don't have the live he's lived and not be a freak, let's be real.

If he could, he'd have his hands tight on both of Ain's hips. He would, in fact, be using that leverage to pound into him, effectively power bottoming from below. Not to say he isn't still trying to do that, it's just a bit less effective when you don't have something to hold on to.

Ain is making this twice as enjoyable though with the way he's just moaning about it, his sounds just as desperate and debauched as Wolfwood's have been, if not moreso. It makes him wonder if their position out here in the forest really is as secluded as they think it is. What if people just...have been hearing them this entire time? It's not like they'd know.

But does he care, really?

......no. He doesn't think so.]

[Ain has stopped caring long ago, let's be real here. If anyone walked in now he'd probably either suggest they go away or, if he likes them enough, tell them that they get a turn later. He is wired. He is ready to fuck. Wolfwood's whole dick ruined his life and now his libido won't leave him alone.

It works out well, since they're both like this.

Ain still might be showing off a little when he leans back and adjusts the angle, enough to where Wolfwood will both have a better view and Ain will get his prostate constantly hammered. There's still the mess between his thighs to contend with, too, though half of it has been somewhat washed away by a mix of rain and sweat. It's not like that's going to last long either way.

With this new position, though, he's not losing focus on the prize. Rather he's forgetting how words work as usual, balancing carefully with his hands on either side of Wolfwood's thighs, bouncing all the harder. Every thrust drives him that much closer to the edge, evidenced by both the way his thighs shake and the fact that he gets tighter by the moment, lips parted and breaths coming out hot and heavy.

God. Fuck. It's made so much sweeter by the way Wolfwood looks at him.]

[He's gotta say, he's impressed that Ain has managed to hang on for this long. He will learn, of course, this is a trait he happens to adapt when he's given the chance to top specifically. If it were the other way around, and Wolfwood were reaming him into the sodden ground? He probably would have cum several times by now. But that is for later, and this is now, and now leaves Wolfwood at Ain's complete mercy. The way he adjusts his angle makes his mouth water, wishing he could contort his spine somehow to take a bite out of the perfect curve of his neck and shoulder. He wants to sink his teeth in and mar that pretty skin so badly, but that's going to have to wait. Either for later, or for when Ain decides to lean down for a kiss.

For now, what he cares about the most is seeing Ain finally come undone. He's watching him with rapt attention, mouth slightly agape as Ain bounces on his hips, determined to reach the high of release even if it means he has to break every bone in Wolfwood's body to do so. Which, hey.

He won't complain, if that's what it comes to.]

[Trait: Really good at self-control but only if he has it in the first place.

To that end, though, he's quickly becoming unwound. The pace gradually gets more and more uneven, Ain's moans become less coordinated and more like bitten-off screams in between gasps for air, pitching in intensity — and he's swiftly driven over the edge after one final bounce, driving Wolfwood in deep while his spine arches and he tosses his head back from how amazing it all feels.

Hopefully Wolfwood likes being painted, because Ain is, in fact, having two at once; both cocks pulse and cover his partner at the same time, all while Ain is left at the mercy of having two ass-kicking orgasms at once. This might kill him, but he's going to want to keep going in a moment or two, so fuck it.

The rain will wash most of it out. He just needs to recover from the fatigue. And Wolfwood hasn't yet had a second, so! Just give Ain a second to slump over on top of the man and lazily kiss at his jaw, panting...]

Do you want your hands back for a little bit...? I'm not done with you right now, but I figure you don't want to be sore.

[Well. He's going to be sore, Ain is quite the rough rider, but like! Y'know, arm sore.]

[God, imagine having two. Wolfwood thinks he'd simply explode and die. He doesn't know how Ain handles that much sensation all at once. Though Wolfwood doesn't cum a second time- at least not yet- he sure as hell is turned the fuck on by the way Ain cums all over him. He can feel it as it happens with the way his body tenses and pulsates all around him, tightening down on his dick to the point where he doesn't think he could move even if he wanted to. He's barely able to keep moving his hips right now, his energy, at least in this moment, well spent.

The rain will do well to wash them clean, which is a blessing because trying to walk back like this would be a struggle. He's not thinking right now about whether or not his clothes will make it out unscathed because it's just been tossed haphazardly somewhere. It's probably face-down in a puddle actually, but nothing a trip through the washer can't fix.

As Ain fals over him, Wolfwood simply allows it, his head tilted to one side to facilitate being kissed. It's only when Ain asks if he wants his hands back that he realizes his forearms are burning. Shit, he didn't realize how fatigued they were becoming.]

Y-yeah...yeah.

[It's easy enough to break that magic. Ain simply flicks his wrist and there it goes, gone, no longer here to bother them while they play hankey pankey in the rain. Wolfwood's arms are now free to move, and Ain will give him a back massage later... on the floor no doubt, but later.

He kisses along Wolfwood's pulse while he waits for his body to readjust from... well. Two separate orgasms, but at the same time. Kiss kiss.]

Give me another minute, and then I'll make you cum again, haha~.

[Why does this sound like a threat,]

[He has died, he is dead now.

Ugh, the kissing is so nice though. Wolfwood's lips quirk into a tired smile, and after a moment he turns his head to try to kiss him back.]

Hmph....s'that a promise...?

[Oh? Kisses for Ain? Ain is kissed???]

Unless you'd rather be blueballed, haha.

[Smooches Wolfwood... nibbles his bottom lip a little...

Sits up all proper on the man's cock again.]

Here. Wanna put your hands on my hips this time?

[Yeah. Get kissed, nerd.

When Ain sits up, Wolfwood laughs. Scoffs even, because he's already reaching his arms around to plant both hands on either side of his hips, giving them a healthy squeeze even though there are still pins and needles going on in his hands.]

You better fuckin' believe it.

[Ain is a nerd getting kissed and he loves every moment of it. He especially loves sitting up and getting those big hands on his hips, though he wouldn't mind Wolfwood's hands anywhere else, let's be honest here.

He gives Wolfwood one more moment of peace before he, what else, begins bouncing again. Not at the pace he was when they stopped, no, it's a little slower to re-acclimate; Ain gave himself something like four minutes to recover, so everything is more sensitive than it should be, but he's not complaining. He is, in fact, very aroused by how it feels to have Wolfwood's head slamming against his over-sensitive prostate right now.

Oh boy. This is going to awaken even more in him. This time, he's probably not going to last too long, but that's okay. He won't let Wolfwood last long, either, picking up the pace only a couple of bounces in.

Now it might feel like Ain is trying to break Wolfwood's pelvis.]

[Thank you, dear Lord in heaven, for blessing him on this day. This is exactly all he could have asked for, to be crushed underneath a sexy man's powerful thighs. An angel's too, no less. Like, if he wasn't already horny as hell, he'd be fit to explode with how hot he feels right now.

Every slight movement sends electric shocks through his system like wildfire. His nerves feel like they're simultaneously shot yet begging desperately for more all at the same time, leaving him helpless but to ride out its intensity. He's definitely not really going to last that long either, but neither of them really needed to. They've had their long, methodic fuck full of edging. Now it's time to go hard and fast until their bodies ache.

His nails dig slightly into his skin, with his fingers pressing in plenty hard enough to leave bruises shaped like them behind. Ain is going to see them on his thighs when he gets out of the shower for a solid week with how he's gripping him right now, and despite how hard Ain has been going, Wolfwood won't be outdone. He, too, thrusts up into him as hard and as fast as he's able from his position on the forest floor, gritting his teeth so hard it makes his very skull ache.]

O-oh— oh God...

[Yeah, this is exactly why Wolfwood had to be tied up before, because if they'd started like this? Ain would have given up the powerbottoming and immediately demand to be flipped over and railed. He's down bad for Wolfwood, he's been down bad, and none of it is helped by how hot the man is. Like dear god.

Yet despite those nails digging into his hips, which he very much appreciates by the way, Ain keeps up the pace. He doesn't give in to broader instincts, oh no, he's bouncing on Wolfwood like he's trying to win an award for it. Even now, he could probably stop putting in the effort and just let Wolfwood do all the work from below and it would still be enough to get them both off, but no.

He decides at some point between Wolfwood grabbing his hips and being like, mere seconds from climax, that if the insides of his thighs aren't bruised he'll consider the night a wash.

He's close. So, so close, that each movement is uncoordinated, with Ain almost struggling to remember that he has to do this for Wolfwood too. He lifts his hips up and down, once, twice, thrice more — and when he sinks down that last time it's there that Ain winds up coming undone in almost record time, shooting far enough to coat Wolfwood's chest of all things, head thrown back in a long cry of his name.

So like. The entire Grove knows you two fucked now. Congrats.]

[Now the entire Grove knows you have fucked.

As far as Wolfwood is concerned though, Ain may as well be the only person in the world right now who exists. It's just the two of them, caught in a rainstorm, in the throes of passion at the mercy of the elements. And yeah, if Wolfwood did have full control right now, he would be railing Ain so hard it'd make him cry. He'd have him face-down in the wet grass and by morning his pelvis would still be numb by the time he was done.

But that scenario is for another time and another place, because right now it's Ain's turn to shine. His turn to be on top with his wings spread beautifully and his back arched, his throat flexing with each desperate moan and cry in a way that makes Wolfwood feral. He grips him even harder, his nails dug in until they leave crescent-moon indents behind. Not deep or hard enough to draw blood, but only just.

They're too far gone for words. It's just the sound of their moaning and the sound of skin slapping against skin, made extra loud thanks to the rain. The contrast between the lukewarm rain and the searing heat of Ain's seed as it falls onto his chest is immediate, and it makes his heart race as he redoubles his efforts, practically throwing himself against Ain to meet him in the middle. It doesn't take long at all, because seconds later he's following after him, spilling over inside for a second time. This time, his semen dribbles out of him in much larger quantities, less because Wolfwood came a lot, and more because he's displacing what was already there.

Ain is stuffed.]

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