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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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[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.]

[Wolfwood won't pull out until he's completely spent, having pumped Ain's mouth and throat full of everything he's got to give...and lo and behold? He's still hard.

Because as mind blowing as that was, and as much needed as it was, that was only an appetizer compared to the main course. He isn't so cruel as to not give Ain a chance to take a break and catch his breath, but after he's had a moment with Wolfwood stroking his hair...

He'll sit back a little, then suddenly shift to stand, easing Ain's head off his knee with his hand under his chin.]

On your knees on the seat. Face the wall.

[Conveniently, the slatted window is right in that wall.]

[His knees are gonna hurt from this but it's fine, he'll just make Wolfwood carry him around (Ain can float) (he is literally just dramatic).

He gets up and does just that. Gets on his knees facing the wall, tail and wings out, still dressed completely. The lace underwear really wants to fall off but is clinging on for dear life while his dick completely stretches the material. RIP.

Ain's tail, meanwhile, loops around to edge up the ends of the dress. It's longer in the back than the front, so it doesn't exactly work wonderfully, but the idea is there.]

Like this, Daddy~?

[It is...embarrassing how much that turns him on-]

Oh yeah. Just like that.

[Wolfwood leans in and uses his thumb to pull the lace aside, already lining himself up. There will be no teasing foreplay here, the foreplay was getting his dick sucked. He needs to be in him NOW.]

Do you realize how sexy you look, like this?

[He asks in an undertone, just as the head of his cock kisses his entrance.]

[Do not worry because Ain clearly intended to get laid today, he has already prepped himself shortly before he came in. This certainly has not helped with how rampantly edged he's feeling.

He has to will himself not to push back onto Wolfwood's dick like, immediately. He, too, wants to be stuffed.]

Mm... sinful? Or not sinful enough?

[The fact that he's already prepped would make Wolfwood laugh if it weren't hypocritical of him to do so. Like, maybe he wasn't expecting to fuck Ain in the confessional, but he isn't about to pass up the chance now that he has it.]

Oh, plenty sinful. [He purrs, pleased that he doesn't even need to do anything here. All he has to do is slip inside, pushing past that first tight hurdle before he's filling Ain up from tip to base, their hips pressed together like a perfectly slotted puzzle piece.] You'd only be more sinful if I was fuckin' you up there on the altar.

[Oh well. Thoughts for next time, perhaps, with Ain in his full angelic regalia, his wings splayed and wispy ribbons spilling all across and down the mantle.]

[Ain wasn't expecting to get fucked in a confessional, he was hoping real hard it would happen. And listen, "thoughts for next time" like Ain didn't literally ask to be railed on the altar??? Wolfwood wake up babe.

But being filled, finally, when he'd spent a non-small amount of time in his room finger-blasting himself solely so that he could go seduce Wolfwood (at WORK??) has him trying to grip the slats in the confessional wall for balance, moaning with his forehead pressed against it.]

Nnh... h-haha... next round...?

[Next round? Wolfwood huffs just before he starts to move in earnest, only once he's sure that Ain isn't going to fall over, or doesn't have his face smashed against the wall in a way that will be uncomfortable long-term.]

Yeah? ...yeah, alright. I'm holdin' you to that.

[As soon as they both get off, Wolfwood is dragging Ain over to the altar, still in him. Look forward to that!

In the meantime, Wolfwood has a job to do here first, the wall creaking with protest as Wolfwood moves, the sound of skin-on-skin only muffled just so by the closed doors behind them.]

[He's so looking forward to it.

That said: Fucking finally, he thought he was going to die from all the blood headed directly to his dick and nowhere else. Wolfwood feels so damn good every time, and Ain's hips rock back into his boyfriend's to meet his thrusts.

RIP to the inside of this dress, it will never be the same.

But while he's gripping the slats in the confessional wall for dear life, there is... a prayer on his lips. Quite literally. Because Ain has not blasphemed enough today, and all of it is half-moaned out while he's being railed stupid.]

O-Oh Father... f-forgive me... as I come bef-fore you in this sacrament— nnh— of confession...

[It's not the most ideal of conditions for a quick fuck, but that's what makes it all the more enticing. Wolfwood is more than happy to stuff Ain in here, the flowing fabric of the dress only doing so much to give them any sort of modesty. Not that it matters when they're already shut up in the confessional, though all one would need to do to see what's going on is pry that window open where Ain is leaning against.

A huff of laughter barks its way out of Wolfwood as Ain starts to moan that prayer aloud, his grip tightening on his hips as he thrusts into him deeper. Harder.]

Keep goin'. I don't think I can hear you loud enough.

[Every new kink under the sun is being discovered here. Ain gasps and whimpers between words, desperate whines while he holds on tight. He hopes this isn't too cringy or weird for Wolfwood... but he's going to continue, taking that much harder railing as a sign.]

Nnh... H-help me to know my sins... [He rocks his hips back into Wolfwood's, cock twitching,] s-so that I may confess... aah... A-and be f-free of them...

[Oh Ain, he doesn't find this cringy or weird at all. This is fucking hot, and he's only thrusting into him harder the more he says.]

That's it...that's right. Nnnh.

[Ain's being well rewarded for his efforts, here. The more he "confesses"? The harder the fucking becomes.]

You gonna be good for me? Or are you gonna fall to temptation?

[He's gonna fucking nut is what he's gonna do, what the fuck— Wolfwood is going to bruise his entire ass doing this and Ain can't say he's mad about it. Of course, the more he tries to pray here, the more Wolfwood fucks him, the more Ain starts to lose entire sentences and mash his face against the wall. He's hard and twitching and tightening up around Wolfwood like a vice. Words are not coming out of his mouth, just pure noise.

He stumbles over one line of prayer, knuckles white from trying to grip the wall for purchase, and just gives up. Suddenly, he's throwing his head back against Wolfwood's shoulder and climaxing so hard he sees stars, clamping down around his boyfriend and streaking all over both the inside of the dress and the wall in here.

That's going to be fun to clean up. Ain is still twitching and drooling and panting by the time he comes down from it, too keyed up to actually feel any sense of relief.

He can continue praying on the altar, if Wolfwood wants.]

[Ain climaxes harder than he has in a long ass time, and Wolfwood...despite bruising Ain's ass with his thrusting, isn't quite there yet. He knows he could easily just keep going and reach his peak while still in the confessional, but he's realizing suddenly that he can't quite see Ain as well as he'd like in here. It's dark, his boyfriend illuminated only by the slats in the wall, so he decides when Ain falls forward against the wall that he's going to take matters into his own hands.

He lifts Ain up against his chest as he goes still for a moment, carefully turning him around without pulling out so that Ain is chest-to-chest with him, making it easier to pick him up off the seat. He's a mess, but Wolfwood ignores that for the time being as he walks backwards out of the confessional, using his shoulder to knock the door open so he can carry them both over to the altar at the front. This is arguably more dangerous in lieu of them getting caught than doing it inside the confessional, but he doesn't care. He doubts anybody is coming by to confess right now.

So! Ain is getting himself laid down on his back atop the altar with Wolfwood stepping up onto the step in front of it to give himself enough height advantage to be able to reach, hiking Ain's legs up high before resuming his thrusting. Ain came already and is likely oversensitive from it, but fortunately for Ain's sake Wolfwood really doesn't need much more than a few moments of hard pounding to reach his own peak, which he hits with a guttural moan as he fills Ain up, his release spilling out of him down his inner thighs to join the mess inside the dress.]

[Ain feels very much like jelly while he's being picked up, spun around, and left to cling to Wolfwood's waist with his legs. They feel weak and noodly and he's still vibrating from how hard he just came, everything oversensitive as Wolfwood lays him back on the altar.

If he hadn't just cum so hard his vision went white, he'd have had a second orgasm chased out of him by how hard Wolfwood thrusts into him. The light of the window above shines down on them, and Ain finds it in him to feel holy somehow, in all of this.

Ooh. He thinks they should do this again some time.

He has to catch his breath since it was knocked out of him, hands loosely on Wolfwood's back, clinging through the fabric of his shirt. If there's a starstruck look in his eyes, let him have this. He's redefining religion right now.]

[Don't have to ask Wolfwood twice, he is Fucking There. He's had a bit of a religious experience himself, if you know what I mean-

By the time he's finished and filled Ain like an eclair, Wolfwood is breathing hard like he just ran a marathon, letting Ain lay where he is against the alter while staying close to help support him since there's not much room here between laying back and actually falling off the thing. He relishes the feeling of Ain's hands clinging to his back, and as they both come down from the high, he peppers little kisses along his chest and up his neck, all the way up to his mouth where he deigns to kiss him deep, even though they're both still struggling to catch their breath.]

[Ain is so, so very grateful for Wolfwood's entire everything right now. His big strong arms, the way he's being held, his kisses... his tail starts wagging, hitting Wolfwood's thigh. The fact that they didn't even undress says So Much about the new kinks Ain has awakened in both of them. You're welcome, Wolfwood.

He kisses back, of course, filthy and open-mouthed, until he starts drooling and has to break it just to wipe the extra saliva away.]

Mm... love you, Daddy~.

[Ain you're gonna wake his dick back up c'mon man.]

Did you like that? Hehe.

[Yeah they're definitely doing this again, no question. Wolfwood is already fantasizing about the ways they can mix this up next time they decide to get freaky in the church, but for now? He chuckles against Ain's lips, nuzzling their noses together.]

Love you too, baby.

[Gross. Disgusting.]

I fuckin' loved it. You kiddin'?

[Kiss kiss.]

Kinda...ruined your pretty dress, though.

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