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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 groans lowly at the way Ain strokes his hand down his chest, dragging through the hair there and up towards his sternum. It feels nice, just as nice as he bets Ain would be feeling right now if he could get at his nipples. He knows well by now that he'd not last long if he did that though, so he's trying to behave as he stays lax in Ain's grip, exhaling on an afflicted sigh.]

Oh, fuck yes. I'd really like that.

[Please ride him until he can't remember anything but your name, thanks-]

Buuut I'm gonna kinda need to be under you for that, don'tcha think?

Uh-huh, and you're gonna need to be naked too... I haven't unzipped your pants yet!

[He says this, but then his eager hands are reaching down for Wolfwood's waistband to unbutton his pants, pull the zipper down, and then immediately shove his hands into the space between pants and underwear. Hi :) ]

Okay~. And now... [And then, in a surprising show of strength, Ain sits up, scoops Wolfwood, and rearranges their positions. He's much stronger than he looks, don't worry about it.] We're in the right places.

[Sits right on Wolfwood's hips.]

[Haha, hi, hello, he did not know you were capable of that-

Wolfwood is briefly stunned by the way Ain just flips him without preamble or difficulty, just. Scoops him and flips him over so that he's on top instead, leaving the Punisher looking shell shocked up at him from below for a moment, and. Well.

Since Ain is sitting directly on his hips, he isn't going to miss the way Wolfwood's length twitches at the display.

He whistles, lowly.]

You should do that more often, maybe.

Oh? Do you like being picked up and manhandled? Cute~. I'll be sure to princess carry you next time I want you in my bed.

[Twirling his hair while he sits on Wolfwood's whole dick here. He didn't even take his pants off, they're both still dressed — Ain dishevelled, and Wolfwood with his whole shirt and pants unbuttoned but no more than that. They'll fix the pants thing in a second. The furniture in here is behaving, so he's suddenly not in a rush, leaning over Wolfwood to pepper his neck in soft kisses and playful little nips. His hands wander all the while, feeling, memorizing... honks the titties... drags his fingers over nipples.]

You weigh about as much as a 2-by-4 to me. [Says something unsexy and then bites Wolfwood like, hi, does this turn you on?] I could prop you up against the wall pretty easily, you know.

Ah, god...

[He groans out the words, his back almost arching right up off the couch when Ain bites him because you're suddenly hitting all of his buttons over here!! He manages to reign it in but only just, gritting his teeth as he inhales sharply through them.]

D-dunno if I'd make it, if y'did that.

[It'd simply be too hot. He'd die of horny. His dick would explode.]

[Ain Will Remember That.

Ain will also lovingly put his hand on Wolfwood's cheek and stroke his cheekbone with his thumb, then pepper kisses across his jugular and down to his collar. He bites the space where his shoulder meets his neck hard enough to leave a bruise, soothes over the tender skin with his tongue, and proceeds to kiss back up until he has sucked hickies into every visible inch of skin on this side.

Then, he sits back to admire his work, smiles, and grinds their hips together.]

Why don't you let me do the heavy lifting tonight? I'll need to borrow your fingers, so I hope you don't mind, buuut...

[He is entering his service top... service powerbottom era.]

[Give him a moment, Ain, Wolfwood has briefly forgotten how words work...because that wombocombo of kisses, hickeys, and grinding on him leaves Wolfwood speechless, panting a little as he ruts his hips upwards into Ain's, trying to keep that friction going even though it's a bit harder to do when he's the one on the bottom for the time being. Having the opportunity to just be lazy and let Ain treat him is not a half bad idea...though he'd hardly call it not doing anything at all, since he knows he's going to be giving as good as he gets as soon as Ain gets to moving proper.

So he'll nod, gripping at Ain's thighs as one of his hands smooths its way up to his hipbone.]

Tch...y'think I'm gonna stop you?

Haha, I'll take good care of you, I promise.

[But, you know, not in this form. As discussed, the bedside table drawer is none too happy with Ain right now, so the other form it is, not that Wolfwood has ever seemed to mind it. So, he leans in to steal Wolfwood for a kiss, this one deep and passionate, slipping his tongue beyond his lips with something a little more practised than the other couple of times they did this. He's learning... exclusively via Wolfwood at this point, but he's getting there!!

He does not have time to pat himself on the back about this because his mind is elsewhere, both on Wolfwood's tongue and on grinding down on his hips as they kiss. He has, at least, figured out how to gyrate his hips on his own thanks to some practice in his room when he's alone at night, shut up — and it shows in the way he moves. Someone has been using his hand a little too much, it's fine.

While all that is ongoing, Ain quietly shifts forms, although Wolfwood might still get a little flash of lights from where Ain isn't entirely blocking his vision with his head. The angle is a little awkward for his wings, one of which is folded back at a weird angle to accommodate for the back of the couch, but it's not like it hurts him.]

I wanna... [kiss... bites Wolfwood's bottom lip,] try something. Do you like being tied up? I can do it with magic, I think...

[Ain is taking power bottoming to a whole new level here, good lord. He’s taking every one of Wolfwood’s kinks and cranking them up to five hundred, and that’s on TOP of being in Angel form for it all. He doesn’t even care that he gets flashbanged for his efforts, he’s still looking up at him with all of the reverence he deserves, his nails digging lightly into his thighs as he chokes on another moan of his name. They haven’t even started really and the way Ain’s moving his hips right now are about to make him act up.]

Fh-uck- Yes. Yes.

[Now if it were any average person he wouldn’t want to be restrained, but like this? Absolutely tie him up, he doesn’t want to be able to move unless Ain tells him he can.]

[He is killing his Wolfwood and he knows that, but also!! It is Wolfwood's turn on the being taken care of thing, this is non-negotiable and Ain will be making a thing of it. He will take care of you sooo well baby just you wait.]

Okay~. You just tell me if you want to stop any time, okay? Just your wrists for now, and—

[The couch has had enough of these two. It was being patient, like a college roommate where they're like "please be done soon. please be done soon I need to go to bed. please finish". But these two have not. It's been grinding and foreplay and it's about to be bondage, and the couch is sick of it.

It begins flailing, bucking and thrashing about wildly until it has effectively dumped both of them onto the floor, where it then scoots itself halfway across the room and plops down against the opposite wall like it's pouting.]

[Well. At least this time Wolfwood very clearly knows what happened just then, he’s just not happy about it.

Just as he’s ready to give up control to Ain entirely, he finds himself slumped on his back on the rug with Ain sprawled atop him as the couch rushes away from them, leaving them high and dry on the floor. He sort of awkwardly pushes himself up onto his elbow so he can shoot a glare at the couch, all before flipping it a quick bird.]

Piece of- is everything in this building possessed now??

[Scrubbing at his eyes like if he blinks he'll be back on the couch... this does not happen. It's not an illusion, the couch really is pouting over there.]

...I guess. Haha, and it even let us get to the point where we were finally making headway before running off!

[That "haha" is said with vitriol. Mr. Couch he's going to kill you.

More than that, though... Ugh. They're both too horny for this. They could fuck on the floor, but Ain doesn't want to get bitten by the coffee table or something.

He reaches out for Wolfwood and pulls him to his feet after getting up himself, tail swaying.]

I'm going to say something that might be insane. Let's go outside where there's no furniture. I know it's raining, but the grass will be all soft, and there's enough forest behind the inn to not immediately get us caught...

[Just admit you have a semi-public sex kink Ain?? This is the second time you've done this, the seabase being the first. Just ?? admit it????]

[That couch is damn lucky that Wolfwood is feeling too horny for retaliation because oh buddy you’re on thin ice. But instead of shredding Ain’s couch cushions, Wolfwood will allow himself to be pulled to his feet, looking properly disheveled now with his undershirt loose and unbuttoned and his pants zipped down.

He doesn’t want to throw in the towel just yet, and is honestly about to suggest they fuck in the bathtub since it can’t??? Move???? When Ain suggests going outside instead, and that has even Wolfwood raising a brow.]

In the middle of the storm? I mean…I ain’t against doin’ it outside, but…

[They’re going to get wet and dirty. That’s just a given. But it’s not like he wasn’t going to shower after anyway…hmmmm.

Also yeah Ain your kink is showing, he sees you. Thankfully Wolfwood is just as much of a freak since he thinks about fucking in the confessional more than he should, so.]

Can’t go too far out unless you want the Creature seein’ us.

[Maybe Wolfwood does want that, fuck you-]

It'll wash all the sticky off! And besides, we won't go to the fog wall. There's a patch of forest outside the inn here, just before the town that Mr. Snow Leopard cleaned up. The one that used to be burnt? That should be a safe spot. I don't think anyone goes there.

[But what if they do, though. What if they do go there... that's part of the excitement, isn't it?

Besides, who's to say that like, the shower caddy won't come to life and try to stab them both mid-coitus, or the countertops won't retaliate, or the bathtub won't figure out how to move? Outside is safe. And wet.]

I've never been kissed in the rain, either. I think it would be hot. [Ain wants a storybook romance and kinks that get people arrested.]

Hah, I mean…me neither. How often you think it rained on No Man’s?

[Hardly ever, it’s all desert.]

…alright. I’m riled up enough, fuck it. You’re the walkin’ flashlight here, so I’ll follow you.

[Hopefully nobody happens to look out their windows as they pass like “what dey doin over dere”]

Let’s just make sure my ass ain’t sittin’ in a puddle, yeah?

I'm not thaaaat bright.

[No, Ain, you are that bright. Easier to look at when you're not transforming, yes, but still a little glowstick. And it's dark outside due to the storm, so a little brighter... hopefully no one glances through the trees. Or hears them. Because let's be real neither of them are gonna be quiet.

Enthusiastically, Ain runs over to the bay window and opens it. The pillows there abscond the moment rain gets on them at all, but that's fine, they're not the point here. The window is big enough for two grown men to fit out of (they are on the second floor) so it's fine if they jump out, since Ain floats and all. After it's open, because he is not horny-walk-of-shaming out the front fucking door where people can see...

He comes over. Scoops Wolfwood into a bridal carry. Says,]

Hold on!!!

[and fucking flies them both out, closes that window behind him so his room doesn't flood, and then out into the woods they go. It's a brief float through the air before they're landing in a small clearing, surrounded on all sides by trees but still with the inn visible in the distance.

Wolfwood does not get set in a puddle. The ground is still wet, though.]

[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.]

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