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[lupusxylem]

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

Comments

[eidxiety]

[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?

[lupusxylem]

[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.]

[eidxiety]

[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...?

[lupusxylem]

[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.]

[eidxiety]

[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...

[lupusxylem]

[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.

[eidxiety]

[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...

[lupusxylem]

[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?

[eidxiety]

[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.]

[lupusxylem]

[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.]

[eidxiety]

[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.]

[lupusxylem]

[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.]

[eidxiety]

[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.

[lupusxylem]

[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.

[eidxiety]

I was gonna continue praying, but I couldn't keep the words going. [We love Sin in this church, we do.] I can clean the dress, don't worry. I'll wear it again for you some time.

[His angel tail wags, hitting Wolfwood in the thigh. Wagwagwag.]

I'm sorry about the confessional~ but I'm really not that sorry~.

[lupusxylem]

[The wagging tail is cute...Wolfwood shakes his head, letting Ain rest on his back for another moment more before he starts to gently help him sit up on the edge of the altar.]

Eh, it needed a good scrubbin' by now anyway. Made my day more excitin', so I ain't gonna complain.

[Of course, now he's going to need to clean both the confessional AND the altar...and maybe the floor, he can feel Ain leaking against him.]

[eidxiety]

[Definitely the floor, you cum too much to be normal—]

Oh? That's good. Whenever I think you need to clean this place, I'll come back~.

[Threatening. Terrifying.]

[lupusxylem]

Oooh yeah? Good excuse to do some spring cleanin', then.

[Wolfwood replies in a rough undertone as he carefully lifts Ain up off the altar and into his arms, shifting him around so he can carry him bridal style.]

Let's get you to the bathhouse to wash up. I'll clean up this place later.

[eidxiety]

[Ain winds up pulling the ends of the dress over his rear so that he's not flashbanging everybody in the Grove with his jizz-covered thighs. Whoops. Nothing happened here they're just going to take a bath! Do not look very closely pls—]

Okay~. If you need help, let me know... haha, it's my fault, after all.

[...]

Did you like being called Daddy? [ain oh my god]

[lupusxylem]

Well, I ain't gonna say no if you're offerin' to help. The pigeons like you more than me anyway.

[They're probably in the church somewhere...roosting, not watching them fuck, dwbi.

Fortunately for them they'll likely make it out without being seen, and if they are it'll just look like Wolfwood is carrying Ain around which, like. Not super surprising.]

I dunno...are you gonna make fun of me if I say "yes"?

[eidxiety]

[Not super surprising! They will make it to the bath house in one piece, and it's blessedly empty, which means Ain can start to undress as soon as they're there. He will do his laundry while he's here because haha... oops...]

I'm not gonna make fun of you, [now that they're out of earshot of the general public,] I just wanted to know if I could keep calling you that. You didn't like "Mr. Father Daddy Priest", haha.

[Well that was because you're a little shit, Ain.]

[lupusxylem]

[Yeah that was the early days...when Wolfwood was grouchy and Ain was a little shit, and they mixed about as well as oil and water. Funny how things work out, huh?

He huffs as he starts to strip, shrugging off his blazer and setting it aside on one of the benches.]

I mean, "Mr. Father Daddy Priest" is a bit of a mouthful. But there's somethin' 'bout you callin' me Daddy that I think I could get used to.