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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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[Please admit you have a kink Wolfwood, Ain is happy to play with it if you just say you love not breathing—

But no, he's not kicking Wolfwood to get him to stop. He's also not expecting to be tongue-fucked somehow, his ape brain missed that part because it sure didn't happen last time, but the way he moans should signal enough how much he immediately loves it. It's so different from anything he's ever experienced before. Like, his own slick fingers just cannot compare.

Oh God. It's too good. Ain whimpers, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and shuddering bodily at just that much. Somehow in all of this, he gets his mouth working again, only so that he can beg:]

Nnh... m-more...

[Ask and ye shall receive, Ain, because no sooner do you beg for more before Wolfwood is going for it, tilting his head a little to get a better angle so he can reach his tongue in as deep as he can manage. It means his face is flush with Ain's skin, nose brushing against him, the vibration of the occasional hum and moan sent directly through the center of Ain's body.

Just like he might do with his fingers, he works his tongue in and out of him slowly, an effortless glide since...it's his tongue, it ain't getting dry or anything doing this. It's methodical and gentle since he just recently came, knowing that he's either 1) oversensitive still or 2) probably won't be able to take much more before he cums again anyway, so you know.

Sorry about keeping that skirt clean.]

[He's literally already riding on the edge, Wolfwood, how could you do this to him.

The skirt is not going to be clean. Ain is already leaking precum all over the inner fabric, and if Wolfwood isn't too careful, some will drip down the shaft and get into his hair. The boy is wet. Wet, and clenching around Wolfwood's tongue, desperately arching off the bed—]

N-Nick—— nnh—! I— aaah—!

[It's with a pitched whine that he comes undone then and there, no preamble, a solid minute after that first orgasm tore through him. And this time, he cannot control himself: he pincers Wolfwood's head between his thighs as he paints the inside of the skirt white.]

[It's a satisfaction like no other. He made this man cum in record time, and now he's got the coverage to prove it. He doesn't doubt his face and hair is probably soaked right now- he can feel it mostly around his forehead- but he couldn't care less. He just grins against Ain and helps him ride it out, continuing to lap at him with his tongue until he's completely spent and thoroughly oversensitive.

Only then will he re-emerge for oxygen, breathing too heavily to speak at first. Sorry give him a moment he needs actual air-]

[At least Ain lets up on the head-smashing after he's come down from the high, though he shakes and seizes throughout the entire thing because it is just that good. Thanks Wolfwood, thanks for killing him. He's dead now.]

Mm... Nick...

[No accent. Just Nick now. He's too horny to push the accent out and be cute.]

S-sorry, did I break your neck?

[Sitting up on his elbows, pushing the skirt aside, are you alive did you die]

[He's alive! But very dizzy, give him another second or three. Turns out not being able to breathe clearly and also having your head crushed between a man's thighs almost makes you pass out.

Nevertheless, he's still conscious, even if he is having to lay his head against Ain's leg for a moment.]

H-haha...nah. Nah...m'good...fuck....

[Petting Wolfwood's hair— oh no it's sticky oh okay let him just lean over and grab a tissue to clean him off with instead—]

I didn't mean to squish you, I'm sorry!

[Ain not realising people have a thing for that like—]

Haah...haha...whatcha apologizin' for? I wish you'd done it longer...

[You would have DIED]

You were....soooo fuckin' hot...

[He also might just be a tiny bit delirious still]

You're the one who was giving me head, babe...

[He seems delirious! But that's fine. Ain will clean him off and resume petting him.]

So, you got me skimpy clothes 'cause you wanted to eat me out with them on, huh? [ :) ]

[And Wolfwood will just lean into his hands like a sleepy dog getting pets, tbh.]

Mmm...so what if I did? That don't mean I'm in trouble, does it?

You're not in trouble! I'm just onto you now. But if we're being completely honest, I was hoping you'd give me something skimpy. You know, 'cause I have feelings for you, and I thought maybe you'd express how you felt about me in whatever outfits you picked.

Well, that part's easy. You looked sexy in all of 'em.

[Nuzzles against Ain's palm.]

...the pajamas bein' the exception. That one was just cute. But still really cute.

[Having feelings for a guy like him is something that Wolfwood would maybe advise against, but he isn't going to say that and kill the mood.]

[Wolfwood, babe. Corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures.]

Haha, I was trying to be cute! I'm glad it worked.

[This is what he will sleep in forever.]

So. [Gently nudges Wolfwood's thigh with his toes.] What am I gonna do with you, huh?

[This is the same picture-]

Mmm…I can think of a few things.

[Like, after all of THAT? You can well imagine that he is, uh. Hard. Very, very hard. Wolfwood only need lay back and roll over a bit onto his side for Ain to see that.]

Whatcha’ think? Are you up for more?

No, I'm gonna go to bed, thanks though.

[...]

Of course I am, haha. We didn't get to... do very much in the base underwater. [He pauses, briefly. Hesitates, and then takes Wolfwood's hand and holds it in both of his.] I wanted to try more than just foreplay with you at some point tonight. If... if that's okay with you.

[Oh...as Ain takes his hand (his hands are so much softer he's realizing, where his own are calloused and worn), Wolfwood sits up just a little bit on his elbow, his brows lowering and his expression softening.]

'Course it's okay. I wasn't really plannin' on lettin' you go with just a blowjob and a goodnight kiss.

[As if to punctuate that, he brings their joined hands upward, brushing his lips against the backs of his knuckles.]

I wanna give you a better time than the last. And I promise it will be different.

[Hehe his hand is being kissed... Ain starts the giggling, there it goes.]

You promise~? Haha. I get to undress you then, right? Do you want me to take this off while we're at it?

[He's enthusiastic, sorry Wolfwood, this is the rest of your life.]

I do.

[The way he laughs makes him even softer. Ugh.]

And yeah, I ain't gonna complain about that. I'm yours for the whole evenin', so do your worst.

Just make sure you take it off slow, yeah?

[Welp! There goes Ain, playfully sitting up and pushing Wolfwood onto his back. He's sitting on the man's hips immediately, rip to your hardon buddy, and he slides his hands underneath Wolfwood's blazer to get it off. The buttons on his shirt, too, are being undone, slow enough to tease but not so slow that Ain's impatience doesn't show.

It's not like he hasn't seen Wolfwood shirtless before. He's seen it several times by now. But they're in broad daylight this time. Not underwater in the dark where they can't see, no one is injured and being healed, they're not making out in church and turning each other away, they're not taking a totally platonic bath together. Now that he's able to look for real and let his lust show for real, Ain is looking. Tracing his fingers over scars he didn't get to touch much before or didn't notice...]

Are these sensitive?

[RIP HIS HARDON INDEED...Wolfwood sucks in a breath and grits his teeth a little, just barely resisting jerking his hips up against Ain like he has no better control over himself. He won't rush this, not when it's Ain's first time ever being properly in bed with someone not liable to immediately show him the door. Even if he, too, is more than a little impatient.

And when Ain's lithe fingers trace over scars both years old and new, he sucks in another, shorter breath. Ain will be able to tell them apart, if he looks close. Some are faded against his dark skin, while others- like the teeth marks from the rose hounds on his shoulder, or where Elsword's spears stabbed him through- are still very fresh and recent. Those are the more sensitive ones, while the older ones feel vaguely numb at this point.]

Lil bit, yeah.

[Most of Ain's party, too, are super covered in scars. It got less awful when he learnt healing magic, but sometimes a wound gets healed too late, or the healing magic is too rushed due to the danger and it doesn't go quite right. Still, Wolfwood looks like he's been put through a blender, and Ain can't help but wonder if he'd have less of them if he had a real healer with him. Or maybe he wouldn't... there's not much of a point to focusing on it, but he wonders anyway.

He thumbs across one of the lighter ones, the spear-marks, and then briefly pulls his hands away to undo this top. Slowly, as requested, pulling away the thin fabric from a particularly lean frame until there's nothing there. The shirt goes in a heap at the foot of the bed afterwards, and Ain lays across Wolfwood's front afterwards, kissing along his pulse.]

Can I kiss them?

[Thing is, the serum never was a proper healer. It would bring him back from the brink of death, close up his wounds so he could keep on fighting. But it would leave a scar every time, as a reminder to how he's cheated the natural order of things. It never would put the blood back into his body, or calm down the adrenaline rushing through his veins every time he thought he was dying for real. Going through that trauma, over and over again, is something you don't easily come back from. Some days, Wolfwood doesn't even fully realize how much damage he's done to himself with it.

But against all odds, he's still here. He's alive and kicking despite the fact he used the last of his serums months ago, but that couldn't be further from his mind now as he reaches his hands up to gently lay them against Ain's hips as he removes his top. He brushes his thumbs over the sharp edges of his hipbones, marveling at the freckles scattered there like stars.]

Sure. As much as you want.

Haha, be careful what you wish for.

[He will kiss all night if he can. But with that declared, Ain sits up a little, leaving another kiss on Wolfwood's neck. There's no biting or leaving hickeys or anything like that. It's just kisses, light and fluttering, down to Wolfwood's collar and over a tiny scar there, and then to his chest, where it looks like he's probably taken lethal damage before. Multiple times, if Ain had to guess based on the scars showing under the hair.

This does not deter him. He simply keeps kissing, jumping up to ones he missed on his way down, like a little nick to the skin he didn't quite catch until he blinked and it was just ~Magically~ there. He ghosts, playfully, over a nipple, giving a curious lick before he's trailing his lips across the spear-scars. Lower and lower, and then off to the opposite side of his body...

Somewhere along the lines, he reaches up a hand and holds onto one of Wolfwood's.]

[The way Ain handles him is so, so sweet. So gentle that it almost tickles, the way his lips march their way across his skin. Battle scarred and ugly, he thinks most would find him hard to look at. Yet Ain treats him like something reverent to be cherished- the brief tease to his nipple makes his heart flutter- and before he knows it, his hand is being held. He finds himself easing into it, sinking in like he's being enveloped like a warm blanket until...well, the arousal is definitely still there, but it's more like a pleasant buzzing undercurrent than a barking dog in his ear, demanding his attention. He's able to allow it to ramp up slowly as Ain kisses him...

And on top of all of that? He moans. He moans and shifts a little every so often, like it feels so good that he can't quite stay still, his hand briefly tightening its grip on Ain's.]

[Oh, good, he's doing something right! His brain is trying desperately to compare experiences here, and he's noting that Wolfwood actually... like, wants this. He wants it. No matter if Ain sort of loses his balance and tips slightly to the side with a laugh, or if he faceplants right into the titties (which is only on purpose once, he'll have Wolfwood know), or if he gets a little silly and decides to blow a raspberry on Wolfwood's stomach just to play around... he still wants. He still wants Ain, for some reason.

What the fuck. This is illegal.]

You're really cute. [Cute is his word. It's the only word in his vocabulary sometimes. But he swears, Wolfwood is really, really cute. He promises.] Does it feel good? Um... if I do this, do you... feel loved at all?

[Kisses over Wolfwood's hipbones.]

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