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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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[Sorry babe that's kindof his fault haha-

But okay. He thinks he sees, now. Ain...wants. He just wants. He doesn't care if he cums while he's getting fingered, or while he's being fucked, or any time inbetween. Hell, he could just end up rocketing through three more orgasms tonight depending on how things go, Wolfwood isn't putting a thing past him and his libido.

Just go seems to be the thought here, which Wolfwood will take to heard. He nods, leaning in to press a kiss to Ain's lips as he squirts some lube into his palm, warming it a bit as he slathers it over his fingers.]

I won't stop. No matter what. Unless you tell me t'stop...I'll keep goin' until I cum.

[Which might be long after Ain, and then some.

So, with that in mind and his index and middle finger slick, he reaches inbetween his legs and rubs gently at his perineum, pressing his thumb where he knows he's the most sensitive before finally slipping a finger inside to start working him open.]

[Angels do not have human stamina. This much is probably obvious by now, but Ain is very much the definition of it. He wants to go go go. He's fucking wired, he's losing his virginity to someone he actually fucking likes and who has treated him decently this entire time, and also he is admittedly very touch-starved. It's a lot of compounding factors, okay? Okay.

So yeah. He simply wants. And wouldn't you know it, the literal second Wolfwood touches him at all — his perineum, and then that finger pushing inside him — he unwinds like a tightly-coiled spring with an abrupt gasp, climaxing all over the inside of that skirt and even onto his bare stomach with a loud, cracked cry.

It's brief. But it still happened. At least now he can slightly relax and let the rest of the sex happen without feeling like he's going to blow up every two seconds. Still, embarrassed as hell, he throws his arm over his eyes and gives a shaky thumbs up.

You can keep going he's sorry, maybe he needs to be the one giving head first next time cause this keeps happening to him—]

[Oh my god, BABE.

Ain cums so fast, so suddenly, that it's actually a little startling. Wolfwood blinks, glancing down at the streak of white on his own wrist, painting the inside of the skirt (which is already likely long since ruined) and Ain's torso to the point where it's like he was literally going to explode any second. He feels a little bad, immediately rubbing at his thigh with his other hand as he keeps his fingers still inside of him just for a moment. At least long enough for the over-sensitivity to die down a bit, and for his body to stop clenching violently in the throes of the aftershocks.]

Haha...it's okay baby. I got you.

[He starts to move his fingers after another moment, able to actually work the lube deep inside of him without risk of him not being able to take it. One finger just to start, until it's slipping in easily before he introduces the second and starts to scissor them gently apart.]

[You!!! Edged him!! Unintentionally but still! He's a virgin they do this!!]

Mmnh... s-sorry, I warned you...

[Why he feels the need to apologise is a mystery. He'll get over that, probably. Is being a quick shot a bad thing? Unknown, he'll think about that later.

That said, this is not immediately uncomfortable for Ain. He's been alone with his hands enough times to where getting fingered is pretty easy ~~and one of these days he'll suck it up and go into Heimr's shop, quietly purchase a dildo, and leave,~~ so he's fine with this. Fine with this, and immensely fucking thirsty. The overstimulation in tandem with Wolfwood's deft movements have him getting hard again pretty quickly, not like it was going to be difficult considering he's three orgasms into the night and craving more every second.

His hips rock downwards once, and afterwards, he wills himself to just be still. To not move so damn much when it's clear he doesn't need to and just needs to be patient.]

Hey now...no need to apologize to me. It's my fault you came.

[You know, because he edged you for so long. He's not going to blame Ain for that at all, especially not when he was like...literally so desperate just now he was spreading himself open for Wolfwood's benefit of getting his fingers in him faster.

Cute. He's so fucking cute...

He picks up the pace a little bit, the sound of his fingers squelching dully against his skin as he leans in to kiss him again.]

You're so cute...you like this, don'tcha? You like when I got my fingers deep inside you like this. I can tell by the look on your face. You're so fuckin' red, too...

[Ope, got another kink there, look at that! The dirty talk makes Ain's face go tomato red, and even though he does take that kiss, he also has to take a minute to bury his face in his hands and muffle his own moan as a result. We are discovering things about ourselves tonight.

Still, he nods to the question as if it needed an answer, belatedly because there are things happening. He'll uncover his face after a minute and put his hands on Wolfwood's shoulders, for lack of anywhere else to put them that feels correct. This does not mean he won't try to hide again in a second probably, but hey.]

I-it's... better when you're doing it, yeah...

Yeah?

[Wolfwood smirks, and decides to lay it on extra thick as he leans in and presses his lips to Ain’s ear, his voice buzzing against it.]

I sure bet it does. I can feel you tighten up every time I start talkin’…you get really hot over this, huh?

[His fingers pump, curl, then press inward against his prostate, towards his navel. He slowly drags them out, then pumps back in again. Back to that lazy thrusting, fingerfucking him in essence as he whispers filthy in his ear.]

You twitch every time I touch you here. You’re real sensitive huh…yeah, just like that…

[He nibbles the shell of his ear, brushing his lips against it.]

And guess what? [He asks, whiskers grazing his skin.] M’gonna fuck that cute little ass of yours until you’re screamin’ my name. My cum’s gonna be rollin’ down your thighs by the time I’m done.

[This is how you kill a man, Wolfwood. This is how you literally make Ain worse as a person. Which is to say: He's absolutely sobbing out moans right about now, squeezing tight around Wolfwood's fingers and digging his nails into his shoulders without awareness he's really doing it. He arches his back and rocks his hips down against those fingers, trying to drive them to hit his prostate again, keenly aware that doing it too much means he'll force himself back to the peak before either of them are really ready for it. But.

But! It feels so damn good, and Wolfwood's fingers are so nice and big and hitting all the right spots, and Ain can't resist him either. Were there not an entire arm and hand in the way, he'd be wrapping his legs around Wolfwood's hips and holding him there just like that.

The latter words he speaks make Ain's cock twitch visibly. He's so into it. Everything about this has his blood on fire, and all he can do is whimper and muffle himself against Wolfwood's lips when he very suddenly pulls him in for a sloppy, passionate kiss. It breaks just as quick as he started it, and he whines against the other's lips:]

Please.

[Well. How can he say no to such a sweet, begging plea as that?

Fortunately for Ain, Wolfwood knows how to prep someone. He's ensured that he's plenty ready, his hole nice and lubricated and stretched, so he won't have anything to worry about. It's going to be tight- it always is, for a first-timer- but if Ain has any experience with toys at all it will at least be somewhat familiar. Just a warm body inside of you, as opposed to cold silicone.

He joins him in that sloppy kiss of course, biting his bottom lip on the way apart from it. He's grinning like a cheshire cat by the time Ain is all but begging to be fucked, prompting him to pull his fingers free.]

I gotcha.

[He wipes his hand on the bedsheets, readjusting Ain's position between his legs as he lines himself up. There's no need for condoms here (he thinks Ain would kill him anyway), as he strokes himself a time or two with his hand, pressing the tip against Ain's entrance.]

M'gonna take this nice and slow. Stop me if it's too much at all, okay?

[Because as much as Ain wants this, he knows he'll need to work up to having the whole thing inside. Even as Wolfwood finally starts to press in...]

[Well! Good news! Ain doesn't immediately die! Wolfwood will still need to be slow with him, but he's doing a great job at not immediately stuffing the twink.

Really, Ain does not have much in the way of silicone boyfriends, so the inexperience is going to be obvious. He at least knows to relax to make the glide easier, and he's behaving— not rocking his hips or trying to wiggle in any one direction.

He's simply buried his face in Wolfwood's neck, if he can get the man to fully lean over him again anyway, and whimpering. Don't mind the tears after the first half, that's just the inexperience talking because! It turns out! This kind of hurts a little before it feels good.]

[Wolfwood will cater to this wish happily. He leans in plenty close enough for Ain to hold onto him and bury his face wherever he likes, and if Wolfwood ever does happen to see those tears for himself, he'll gently kiss them away. He doesn't expect Ain to be able to just take something like this full-on without some difficulty at the start, which is why he's going as slowly as he is. Just barely entering him a centimeter at a time, waiting for a few moments to give him time to adjust before he tries more. And all the while, telling him how good he is. What a good job he's doing. How he loves him so, so much.

Perhaps all of this will make the entrance feel like it takes a decade, or maybe it will feel like no time at all as Wolfwood fills him out, stuffing him completely and utterly full until the point where their hips finally connect.]

[It really does feel like no time has passed at all. Ain focuses more on Wolfwood, not just how he feels going in but everything else — the kissing and the sweet little murmurs and the general sense of caring. It makes the process a whole lot easier, because Ain is very much needing that time to adjust. He's been in pain before, but not like this. This is way different than getting stabbed or falling down some stairs or something like that, and trust him when he says those are the two most painful experiences of his life.

But Wolfwood bottoms out, and Ain takes deep breaths to calm himself, locking his ankles behind Wolfwood's hips after a moment or two. It's a good sign. Very much a "don't pull out I'm good" sign.]

Nnh... big... how are you this large...

[Clings to Wolfwood. Whines. Kisses his neck... keeps clinging, sorry you'll have to give him a hot sec before you move.]

Hah...just lucky, I guess.

[Don't flatter him more his head is already big enough as it is.

He's fine with waiting though, even if the wait is an agonizing sort of teasing denial that makes the pit of his stomach ache now that he's completely inside, but at least if nothing else he gets to enjoy the sensation of cockwarming. That is very nice, especially since it's something Wolfwood particularly enjoys doing. He hums his approval, pressing a few more soothing kisses to Ain's cheeks and hair.]

You're doin' great. You feel okay...?

[Yeah Ain knows how big it is because it's IN HIM RIGHT NOW—]

Y-yeah... haha, I've fooled around before, but not with anything big like this. [He has fingers! That's... kind of it!] Mm, but I think... I think you're okay to move. Just go slow to start.

[He nods, brushing Ain's bangs off his forehead with his free hand. He won't be able to as easily for a while, because he's moving to take Ain's hand in his own, rough fingers curled over much softer ones.]

I will. Just remember t'breathe, yeah?

[Holding your breath is the number one worst thing you can do, and he doesn't want you to go passing out on him unless it's because you came too hard, okay okay.

And so he starts up a slow, slow pace, even slower than it had been when he was rocking into Ain's mouth earlier. This is because this is going to be a lot for Ain to contend with all at once, and he's going to benefit from being given the time to acclimate to the extra tightness and pressure. Pleasure-pain too, because even with lube coating them both it's not a smooth glide initially...at least, not as smooth as it will eventually be.

But for Wolfwood...it's almost too good. He's glad he's gotten off already himself, because he's certain he would have busted pretty much immediately in Ain's ass otherwise.]

[Well, it goes without saying the boy is tight. Wolfwood will have felt that much already, what with how slow it was inching into him and with how much Ain, for all that "I'm staying calm I'm good" thing he was trying... really is clenching around him like a vice. He just has to tuck himself against Wolfwood like this, kiss along his pulse and nip him from time to time because otherwise he thinks his mouth is just going to be permanent noise.

And, y'know, totally wouldn't want that or anything. Not at fucking all.]

Mmnnhh...! [Who'da thunk that sex feels like this? Ain, maybe, but there's a big difference between "reading smutty novels and getting the idea" and actually having a man in him and getting the idea.] Oh... g-good...

[He has not yet figured out how to be good at just. lying there and taking it, like you do when you're a bottom, and so his brain is like you have to do something sexy or he'll go soft and pull out which is absolutely not how that works, but Ain's anxiety brain thinks it does. So, he full-on bites Wolfwood's shoulder right where it meets his neck, hard enough to leave a bruise.

In retrospect. Possibly not his sexiest idea. Unless Wolfwood really likes pain.]

[Oh, he is TIGHT tight. Wolfwood is not just going slow for Ain's benefit, then, but for the sake of not getting his own dick torn off by the force of Ain clenching all around him. It still feels incredible, make no mistake, but there's still an amount of acclimating that Wolfwood has to do as well. Not just to keep from cumming early, but to just...be able to manage it to begin with. Ain is definitely getting the short end of the stick in that regard even so, which is why he's still trying to tread lightly.

It seems to be going well, to start. He's moved back about the space of his cockhead before he slips back inside. Then back out again, just a little bit further than the last...it's no pace by any means, but it's getting Ain used to the feeling. He's about to pull back out again when-]

Sh-it-!

[Wolfwood wheezes on a startled curse as Ain hauls off and bites him, just bites the fucking shit out of him, and if it were anyone else they might have been like "hey yo what the fuck", but not Wolfwood. Not Wolfwood the masochist, whose dick leaps at the sensation of being bitten while he's balls-deep inside, dropping his chin over Ain's shoulder with a deeply afflicted moan afterwards.]

[Oops— Ain considers going less hard on the bite next time until he hears Wolfwood moan like that and feels his entire cock twitch deep in him. Normally he'd eke out an apology because he's Just That Nervous all the time, but no! No, it seems this benefitted them both, because the result is that Ain winds up moaning thereafter, arching right up into Wolfwood.

Turns out feeling someone's dick twitch while they're in you is a whole other level of hot.

He kisses over the bite regardless like he could possibly soothe it at all without using any magic... and if he felt bad about it, he might've done that, just soothed over the bruise and gotten rid of the evidence. But it looks damn good right there, like a trophy placed by Ain's lips, and so he's greedily leaving it there.

Instead, he reaches up to dig his nails into Wolfwood's shoulders instead, gripping him tight and relaxing just a little more. He's got to figure this out somehow.]

Nnh... I think I'm okay if you want to go a little faster...? H-haha...

[No need for that. Wolfwood is very much here for it, and relishes the feeling of his teeth digging into his skin, deep enough to leave a bruise behind. Honestly, that gives him an idea...

He smirks as Ain digs in his nails and pulls him closer, prompting him to press a kiss to Ain's temple.]

I can do that. Jus' as long as you promise to bite me harder, next time.

[Ordinarily, this would be the point where he giggles, but he's too far gone to manage one. If he opens his mouth he's going to moan, make no mistake.]

O-okay... I can do that, I just don't wanna hurt you...

[Are his teeth even sharp enough to break skin, he wonders? Why would he wonder about this in the first place?? Wolfwood doesn't need to bleed for this—]

Shhh. Don't worry. Just do what feels right.

[They'll deal with the aftermath later. Bites can be healed. Or not! Wolfwood is fine either way.

Because now is when he picks up the pace. That slow, measured push and pull is going to turn into real thrusting just like it had when he was balls deep in the back of Ain's throat, only now the tip of his cock is brushing his prostate instead of his uvula. Bit of a leap, that.

And oh, it feels incredible. Wolfwood groans the moment any kind of real friction is introduced, practically laying across Ain now as he moves his hips, mouthing at the side of his neck all the while.]

[But what if Ain biting is super unsexy, says his anxiety brain as Wolfwood picks the pace up and — oh, anxiety is gone now, anxiety isn't real and it cannot hurt him. Holy shit.]

Aah—!

[Oh, hello? God does that feel fucking incredible. Ain is at Wolfwood's mercy here, and if he's honest, he kind of loves it. He can really just lay here and take it and that's allowed? Is Wolfwood sure? Isn't that illegal—?

One hand ventures to Wolfwood's hair, a light pull on the strands to encourage him. Keep going, just like that; he loves the lips on his neck almost as much as he loves the way their hips collide. And for as much as he's trying to keep his voice down, y'know, neighbours and all— he's definitely losing sight of that now. The more it ramps up, the louder Ain gets, the more the nails of his other hand press into Wolfwood's upper back.

It doesn't hurt so much anymore, he's realizing. It's pleasure all the way down. And before his brain goes completely blank, he remembers he promised Wolfwood he'd bite him again.

So.

He takes a breath, gasping when the other man hits his prostate dead-on. Chokes out a sob... Clamps his teeth down on Wolfwood's lower neck again, just as hard if not harder than before. That one is going to leave a nasty purple mark behind.]

[Now Ain knows. He knows that sex can be more than just giving but not receiving. The whole point is to be a collaborative effort, where both parties get something out of it. And, contrary to what Ain has been offered in the past, this is out of complete affection and adoration.

Out of love.

It's why Wolfwood is doing it at all. It's why he's treating him so gently and with care, yet at the same time not treating him completely like he's made of porcelain. He's giving just as good as he's getting, fucking into him with plenty enough force for it to rock his body, and for his insides to get stirred up. This isn't even as hard as he could be going, either. In essence, he's really just getting started.

Then...Ain delivers a sharp bite that's hard enough to make Wolfwood groan so deeply that it shakes his body, his cock leaking dangerously inside of him as he moves. God, he can't be ready to cum this soon...he wants to hold out for a little while, for Ain's sake. At least as long as it will take to get him off again.

He doubts it will be for all that long.]

[Haha, "Ain lasting" what a nice joke—

Really, Wolfwood doesn't have to go much longer or much harder. Ain is riding the edge as they speak, trying to hold on because he wants it to last just a little longer... But that's impossible, that's not happening, Ain is not going to be able to take another minute of this without becoming completely unwound.

He soothes that sharp bite with his tongue this time, tracing over indentations left behind by his teeth. Curls his toes at Wolfwood's back, locks his ankles that much tighter and his knees against the man's hips. Now his claws are scratching down Wolfwood's back instead of merely pressing in, drawing bloody welts across his skin. He moans so loud his voice cracks, tries to pull him in fort a kiss... All that ends up happening is he whimpers into Wolfwood's mouth instead, kiss broken, his name sobbed between sharp breaths like a prayer.

Another thrust right where his most sensitive spots are causes him to shudder and shake and come undone with a near-sob, head thrown back as he rides out orgasm #4. And that one sure is hitting him like a train, oof.]

[Ain lasts for all but thirty more seconds or so, which is perfect timing for Wolfwood, in all honesty. It means Wolfwood is at his peak. He's close, but not quite there. He can hold out for a little while longer, just enough to fuck Ain completely through the duration of his orgasm.

And what a time it is. He can feel Ain tightening around on him rhythmically the entire time as he thrusts into him hard to match the timing of the way his body convulses, and now that Ain is properly over the edge, he may take notice to the fact that Wolfwood is no longer holding himself back. He is fucking into Ain hard enough to shake the bedframe, causing it to creak with protest as he body-presses him into the mattress with his weight. He's heedless to the bloody lines drawn down his back as they only serve to spur him o n faster, and with the feeling of Ain's release streaking yet again across his own stomach, well...

It was only a matter of time.

It's Ain's body that drags his release out of him with another final handful of thrusts, and when it starts Ain will feel it coming in white-hot spurts against the dead-center of his prostate as Wolfwood fills him up. It's the first time he's ever being filled in this exact way, not just by a toy or a real dick, but by Wolfwood's semen. It has nowhere else to go, quickly running out of space to fill before it starts leaking down his inner thighs, just like Wolfwood promised.

And in the very end of it all, he catches Ain's lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing his moans and making him his.]

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