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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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[What's wrong with y'all's God... anyway ahem, Ain is moving on. He will not break character despite the fact that Wolfwood just alluded to gay people being Unallowed.]

Uh-huh~. Lots of them. I've always imagined the good Father putting his hands on me in places where the light can never touch, and running his fingers down my spine when we're out and about just so he can see my back arch.

[Yeah sorry to be the one to burst that bubble for you, Ain...

Wolfwood whistles lowly. Okay, what would an actual Priest say in this situation?]

Oh dear...well that ain't too good. You shouldn't be thinking those kinda thoughts about him. Those are dirty and lustful, and you wanna be a good boy, don'tcha...?

[...]

Better get it all out, then you can get it off your chest and recover.

[Love flirting with his priest while he's supposed to be AT WORK.

Ain fidgets with the end of the skirt, humming briefly.]

Oh... are you sure you wish to hear my sinful thoughts, Father? [...] I dream of him slipping his hands under my dress and groping my chest while his lips brush across my neck. I wish to sit pretty in his lap, blindfolded and collared, while his hands wander and he tells me I'm his.

...

Should I keep going?

[Has Wolfwood heard enough? Because Ain sure has More in his back pocket.]

[He....is definitely feeling Some Kind Of Way. He wants to climb out of his side of the confessional and join Ain on the other side, as a matter of fact, but he's keeping his ass planted because he wants to see this play out. For as long as his self control will allow, anyway.

He takes an audible breath, reaching up to adjust the choker around his neck.]

You've been real bad, ain'tcha.

Yeah. Tell me everythin'. Otherwise, you can't be forgiven.

[He loves a man who's Afflicted. Hearing Wolfwood take a breath like that means it's working. And here Ain wasn't all that confident his dirty talk would do anything. He half expected Wolfwood to go "that's nice sweetie I'm at work, go home".]

Sure. I do want to be a good boy, after all. [The way he says this carries Weight to it. Horny weight.] ...I want him to push me down onto my knees and stuff his fingers into my mouth. And then, when he's ready for it, I want him to fuck my mouth until my voice goes hoarse.

And I want him to worship me with his mouth. I want every inch of skin to be kissed while I'm lying on the altar, and I want to feel his tongue against the spot where my tail meets my skin... and I want him to hold my wrists down and take me while I'm lying under the stained glass, until the only words I know are his name.

[......

Wolfwood shifts on the bench, finding it hard to sit still. His pants are growing uncomfortably tight the longer he listens, because he can perfectly picture what Ain is describing in his mind's eye. Holding him down, having his way in the exact order he's asking...and given the fact it's been a long while for him now since he's been intimate (for, you know, ~reasons~), he's pent up. Majorly.

And his inhibitions? Gone. Nonexistent, currently. And it's not like he's actually had anyone come by today...

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, then leans in towards the wall between them.]

...I hate t'say it, but you're too far gone. M'gonna hafta punish you.

[He stretches his good leg out, his heel hitting the door in front of him.]

Get over here.

[Ain is scrambling into the other side of the booth, yes. It's a narrow fit, these are not meant to hold multiple people, but he does not care. He shuts the door behind him and stands before Wolfwood in his dress, wings out, only half-transformed for the purpose of... listen he wants his wings touched okay, he wants his tail pulled, this is very obvious.

Seeing Wolfwood with a bit of a stiffy is nice. God he missed this. It's been a month for him, too, and that means these two are gonna be Worse.]

I'm ready to receive my punishment, Daddy~.

[Sorry Jesus the men are sinning.]

[Ain enters his side of the confessional and dear god he was not prepared for that dress. It throws Wolfwood for a genuine loop at first, his eyes widening a fraction as he sortof just...stares, at him. He is so fucking hot in that, seriously, and it makes him wish there was a light in here so he could see. Instead, there's just what little light comes in through the slats on the "window" of the confessional, which makes the atmosphere moody, albeit not the best for looking at each other.

But that's just fine. He doesn't need his eyes to be able to reach out and find Ain in the dark, one hand resting on those curls while the other cups his jaw, his thumb moving around so he can hook it into the corner of Ain's mouth.]

Dressin' like that is a sin too, yaknow.

[He presses his thumb against his tongue.]

Now suck.

[Wolfwood, you have never seen a man instantly moan and fall to his knees like Ain just now. It's the having something in his mouth that does it, and for some reason Wolfwood's fingers are a specific kink he's developed. He doesn't care for the hows or whys of that.

He closes his mouth around Wolfwood's thumb, eyes falling shut at the same time, and sucks in earnest, drawing his finger a little further into Ain's mouth, as far as it can feasibly go which really isn't that far. When he slides back with a wet "pop", it's so that he can lick along the digit, tongue dragging across the pad of it before he yet again takes it into his mouth.

Ain is... not being shy about how much this is turning him on, he is very much moaning at this much.]

[Good to know Ain's oral fixation did not leave him in the time they were apart! Good thing, because Wolfwood's eagerness to indulge in it has not left him, either. He'll keep his thumb right where it is as Ain drags it into his mouth, lapping at it like it's his dick and not one of his fingers. When he thinks he's had enough of that one, Wolfwood will shift to instead place his index and middle finger on Ain's tongue, solely so he can more effectively thrust them into his mouth.

And yeah, he is getting harder by the second just sitting here while doing this, why do you ask?]

[Good, they're both degenerates. The confessional booth has served its purpose (HAS IT?) by revealing to Jesus and everyone that the boys are NOT normal and they ARE sinning.

Ain opens his mouth wide to receive more of Wolfwood's fingers, and what he does here is largely the same. He licks the undersides of them, between them. Kisses the fingertips, draws them into his mouth and sucks. When Wolfwood's fingers get too far into the back of his mouth right against where most people have a gag reflex, Ain instead moans, eyelashes fluttering.

He presses his thighs together from where he's sitting on the confessional floor. Horny... ugh, having something in his mouth is literally all it takes with him, huh.]

[Let's be real, this confessional has never once been used for its proper purpose. None of this church has, for that matter, but Wolfwood isn't too fussed about that currently. He's far more focused on the way Ain is sucking on his fingers like it's the best thing he's ever had.

They're both desperately horny. Wolfwood wants to drag Ain up into his lap just as much as he wants to push his face down into it. Decisions decisions...]

Bet you'd cum just from this, wouldn't you?

[Ain nods. He would. He probably could, if he's honest with himself, because boy it sure has been some time since he's done anything remotely horny and god he is feeling it. Doesn't help that he thinks he has a roleplaying kink which hahaha oops.

He's still sucking on his fingers and, if Wolfwood is still sort of fucking his mouth with them... still moaning around the digits, too, cheeks red and eyes half-lidded while he stares up at his partner through the gloom.

Ain is in for whatever Wolfwood decides.]

[Oh, he absolutely is. He never stopped even as he was talking, but...he decides to draw his fingers from his mouth after another moment of this, using the same fingers to tilt Ain's head back with them resting under his chin. He spreads his legs further apart, reaching back blindly to undo his zipper with his free hand.]

Anyway...I'll accept your payment for my services now.

[That's all the warning Ain gets before Wolfwood grabs the back of his head, pulling it down against his own crotch.]

[Man Wolfwood you have never seen a man start to suck a dick so fast—

Honestly, the roughness is actually super hot. Ain would've undone that zipper with his teeth if Wolfwood hadn't gotten through it for him, which just leaves the angel craving as he pulls Wolfwood's underwear aside with his teeth and wastes no time taking the man into his mouth. He's not doing his usual round of kitten licks and teasing, he full-on takes the head into his mouth and starts to suck immediately. Desperately.

He's too horny to live right now, sorry if you wanted a flirty blowjob because that's not what's in store.

Ain's warmup came from getting mouthfucked by Wolfwood's fingers anyway, and maybe he's rushing things because he's so aroused, maybe this will be horrible somehow, he's not thinking about it — but he's swift to start the familiar head-bobbing as he tries to take Wolfwood deeper into the back of his throat with every movement, moaning around him like this is the best thing on the planet.

(It is.)]

[Oh, hi, that's fucking hot as hell what the fuck. Wolfwood loves being teased and toyed with, don't get him wrong, but Lord almighty there's something about Ain going at his cock like a man starved that's doing it for him. He doesn't really care if it's being rushed, it's exciting. Couple that with the roleplay they're doing, and the fact he hasn't gotten head in over a month, and you could say he's a Little Wired currently.

He curses lowly, his fingers tangling tighter in the back of Ain's head as he starts to bob his head, letting the head of his cock push its full length into the back of his throat and then some. And Wolfwood, of course, is helping him along with a lazy roll of his hips every time he meets him, his head falling back a little with a heady moan.]

Fuuuck that's it...good boy...

[Ain's tail is excitedly wiggling and curling around itself every time Wolfwood rolls his hips up into his mouth. It is very obvious that he's loving the treatment, if the moaning is anything to go by. Surprise surprise Ain loves getting his throat filled wow who could have known—

He bothers to bring his hands up to cling to Wolfwood's thighs, digging his nails in through the fabric for purchase. And sure, so far, most of the work is him moving and Wolfwood sometimes joining in, but what if Ain looks up at him with his big wet eyes, pupils blown wide, and makes the pleading face he normally does when he wants the man to grab his face and properly fuck his throat?]

[Wolfwood knows that face well. But is he just going to hand that over to Ain on a silver platter?

No way. He knows Ain can't talk, so he isn't expecting that, but...he will shift his hips back a little, dragging his fingers up the side of his jaw.]

You want it, baby? Lemme hear how much, and I'll give it to you.

[Wolfwood is so mean to him (affectionate) (horny)

Ain squirms from his position on the floor, digging his nails into Wolfwood's thighs all the harder. Bobbing his head as he's allowed to, whining, whimpering... He even flutters his wings a bit.

Look at him he's so cute don't you want to stuff his throat :( ]

[Oh, he does. Seeing Ain's tail wiggle and his wings flutter only help to solidify that fact, and the moment he looks up at him like that with his eyes so big and wet and pleading is when Wolfwood finally cracks.

He'll take Ain's face gently between both hands, because he's about to take him for a fucking ride and he doesn't want to hurt him while doing so. Keeping his head in place means he won't give him a sore neck hopefully, because Wolfwood's taking the reigns now. He starts to move in earnest, keeping Ain mostly still while he thrusts deep into the back of his throat, one of his knees braced against the inner wall of the confessional as he watches the way the head of his cock causes his throat to swell in time with the way he moves.]

[Thank God, thinks Ain, thank fucking God. Ain's eyes flutter shut and he simply lets Wolfwood do as he will, moaning loudly in the back of his throat with every thrust. Name one thing better than this, you can't.

He braces himself against Wolfwood's thighs, digging his nails in further through the fabric. Part of him wonders what Wolfwood would do if he reached under his dress and started to get himself off... most of Ain simply wants to wait for Wolfwood to touch him, because he knows he's probably going to get off in six seconds exactly, he's so wired.]

[Honestly if he saw Ain doing that, he'd just facefuck him faster. Whether or not he does decide to do that is left up to Ain's whims, because he can't easily reach him while he's doing this. Of course, Ain is welcome to hop up in his lap afterwards so he can, or...maybe they can use this confessional in other unintended ways.

For the time being, all he cares about is this. He doesn't hold back, knowing good and damn well at this point that Ain has no gag reflex and in fact wants to be face-fucked until he's crying about it. So he thinks he will, actually, holding his head carefully in place so it doesn't snap back and hurt him.]

Hnnngh- close...y'ready-?

[Ain is behaving, you know, for roleplaying purposes. He's a good (?) Christian (???) boy who's committing sins (true) and needs to atone (not like this) for them.

He squirms. Wolfwood will get a nice view of how he's constantly shifting his legs around, pressing his thighs together like that's going to stop him from escaping his underwear. It's lace, it's gone, he's already escaped.

Even so, he's dying to have his throat filled more than he's dying for anything else right now, so he briefly flicks his eyes open to gaze at Wolfwood, closes them again, and presses himself further down the man's dick. This is as much of a "yes" as he can do without actually speaking.]

[Yeah he's a good Christian boy who's about to get rawdogged in this confessional in a second-

But first!! Wolfwood has a gift for Ain, and he's been sooo good and patient up until now, so he thinks Ain deserves a reward for it, finally. So with that warning so dutifully given (because he's a good Priest like that), Wolfwood will tighten his grip on Ain's head and redouble his efforts, thrusting into him faster for a few seconds to push himself over the edge. He's spilling over down Ain's throat soon after, quickly pulling him flush with his hips with a shaking moan, nails digging lightly into Ain's scalp.

Try not to spill any like a good boy, now.]

[Ain? Waste jizz? No, never. He would die before he let that happen. (This is a bit dramatic for swallowing.)

There is nothing on this planet that makes him hornier than sucking dick, though. Nothing. Wolfwood knows it from the last time Ain basically exploded the second he was touched after, and that's going to be true here. He's swallowing everything down, moaning around Wolfwood as it happens, completely unmoving but definitely feeling like he's going to burst the second he's touched.

When Wolfwood manages to finish, Ain will wait until the priest pulls himself out, and then Ain will lick him clean and lay his head against his thigh briefly to catch his breath. Somehow, he looks supremely fucked out despite the fact they just started.]

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