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Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox
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[Ough boy hot... boy so hot. While this technically provides less stimulation for Ain than if Wolfwood was actually buried in him, the pleasure is no lesser for it; he's practically getting off to Wolfwood getting off, and the frottage is definitely helping with that.
Sigh... why aren't cellphones real so he can take photos...]
Y-yeah? Nnh... I could watch you all day...
[If the precum spilling over his stomach is any indication, Ain sure is close.]
Sigh... why aren't cellphones real so he can take photos...]
Y-yeah? Nnh... I could watch you all day...
[If the precum spilling over his stomach is any indication, Ain sure is close.]
[...
Wolfwood has brought his hand up to gently stroke Ain's hair now, drawing his fingers through it idly in a way he hopes is soothing. It hurts, to hear Ain just continue to insist that "it's okay" and "he's fine" when Wolfwood knows it fucking isn't. He knows he does this, it's the way he copes, but...
He sighs, the sound like a deep rumble in his chest.]
Yaknow you can talk to me 'bout anythin'. Right? No matter what it is. It ain't gonna bother me.
Wolfwood has brought his hand up to gently stroke Ain's hair now, drawing his fingers through it idly in a way he hopes is soothing. It hurts, to hear Ain just continue to insist that "it's okay" and "he's fine" when Wolfwood knows it fucking isn't. He knows he does this, it's the way he copes, but...
He sighs, the sound like a deep rumble in his chest.]
Yaknow you can talk to me 'bout anythin'. Right? No matter what it is. It ain't gonna bother me.
H-haaha...yeah?
[His grin only widens as he leans over Ain slightly, adopting a tighter grip on his thighs as he starts to move just a little bit quicker. The slapping of skin is quite audible at this point as he moves, as is the sound of the mix of slick and precum mingling on Ain's stomach. The outfit has Wolfwood turned on enough that he's close too, never mind the way Ain's all tied up right now...note to self, do this kind of thing more often.]
Who...who y'think's gonna cum first? You or me?
[His grin only widens as he leans over Ain slightly, adopting a tighter grip on his thighs as he starts to move just a little bit quicker. The slapping of skin is quite audible at this point as he moves, as is the sound of the mix of slick and precum mingling on Ain's stomach. The outfit has Wolfwood turned on enough that he's close too, never mind the way Ain's all tied up right now...note to self, do this kind of thing more often.]
Who...who y'think's gonna cum first? You or me?
[AIN...
Wolfwood very gently just. Takes Ain's face in both of his hands. Squishes him cheeks with his palms, just a little, all while using his thumbs to brush what tears are left on his cheeks away.]
Babe...
Wolfwood very gently just. Takes Ain's face in both of his hands. Squishes him cheeks with his palms, just a little, all while using his thumbs to brush what tears are left on his cheeks away.]
Babe...
He's a wonderful father.
( ... ah, lily is a horrible mother, though- )
Truth be told? I just call him Creamy, on account of the fact that he is a green tea cream bunny.
I'm not that great with names sometimes.
( ... ah, lily is a horrible mother, though- )
Truth be told? I just call him Creamy, on account of the fact that he is a green tea cream bunny.
I'm not that great with names sometimes.
[Creamy, on account of the cream,]
Haha, Dachie's name is Dachie because he's a Dachsologie. He doesn't have a real name either. [hope this helps] Here, Ms. Flower, do you like this? I was thinking I could make the bottom of the skirt shaped a bit like a lily of the valley too, so that's why I drew it this way. White skirt, with a tank top for a white undershirt, and a green cardigan to go over it so you stay warm. I think I'll add a belt to the skirt too, haha.
Haha, Dachie's name is Dachie because he's a Dachsologie. He doesn't have a real name either. [hope this helps] Here, Ms. Flower, do you like this? I was thinking I could make the bottom of the skirt shaped a bit like a lily of the valley too, so that's why I drew it this way. White skirt, with a tank top for a white undershirt, and a green cardigan to go over it so you stay warm. I think I'll add a belt to the skirt too, haha.
[...
......
Bonks their heads together again (gently).]
Okay. I won't make you talk about it if you don't wanna.
[He will very gently coax Ain to stand up with him though, still wrapped up around him as he is.]
C'mon, let's go back to the cabin. I'll make you some hot chocolate and we can watch your shitty bachelor shows while Angelina sits on you. S'that sound good?
......
Bonks their heads together again (gently).]
Okay. I won't make you talk about it if you don't wanna.
[He will very gently coax Ain to stand up with him though, still wrapped up around him as he is.]
C'mon, let's go back to the cabin. I'll make you some hot chocolate and we can watch your shitty bachelor shows while Angelina sits on you. S'that sound good?
What is a Dachsologie?
( oh, wait, sketch- lily looks over curiously, and- )
Oh, it's perfect!
( oh, wait, sketch- lily looks over curiously, and- )
Oh, it's perfect!
Dachsologies are... mm... construct creatures made from the El, essentially. They don't technically need to eat anything, as long as their magical energy doesn't dip too far, and they're connected to their master's emotions. Dachie bites people I don't like~.
[Which might be Add in a hot second here—]
I'll start working on this outfit for you, though, haha.
[Which might be Add in a hot second here—]
I'll start working on this outfit for you, though, haha.
Gonna be you... [He says, completely incoherently because he's probably a hair's breadth behind.] You're the one getting more friction, h-haha...
[Said man whose fetish is watching other men get off. Do not mistake this as passive-aggression for once, it's just an observation. One said in a low, heady rumble, but still.]
[Said man whose fetish is watching other men get off. Do not mistake this as passive-aggression for once, it's just an observation. One said in a low, heady rumble, but still.]
[No, correct, this is simply just fact. It does mean that Ain is going to get a treat here, getting to fully watch his boyfriend come unraveled in real time. Rutting against him like this is kindof Unlocking something in his brain (what if he did this on his chest???), and the way his thoughts run wild is making it hard for him to hold back. It shows in his face as his expression twists and it becomes increasingly harder to keep his voice down, his hands gripping Ain’s thighs so tight he’ll leave red marks briefly behind.
It isn’t long before he suddenly picks up the pace, and on one of those hard thrusts forward he shoots up over Ain’s chest, some of it even striking his cheek and chin before it peters off and paints his stomach instead.]
It isn’t long before he suddenly picks up the pace, and on one of those hard thrusts forward he shoots up over Ain’s chest, some of it even striking his cheek and chin before it peters off and paints his stomach instead.]
[ They're probably in like. A futuristic mall or whatever the fuck when Ezell will stop Ain. He's probably gotten him an ice cream cone or a pretzel or some shit, but now he's sheepishly pointing over to an adult shop that's tucked away in the back. ]
Hey, love...? Do you maybe want to go check that out with me?
Hey, love...? Do you maybe want to go check that out with me?
[Ain has devoured that ice cream cone thank you. This mall is obnoxiously chrome by the way.
Ezell points to what Ain just registers as The Dick Store and he laughs, a little giddy.]
Sure! What is it?
[i'm not sure if there are elrian sex shops and even if there are, there's no way this group of dorks ever went to it, so.]
Ezell points to what Ain just registers as The Dick Store and he laughs, a little giddy.]
Sure! What is it?
[i'm not sure if there are elrian sex shops and even if there are, there's no way this group of dorks ever went to it, so.]
It's... hrm. It's an adult store? You know, it sells things like lubricant and... other things you'd use during intercourse?? Uh- maybe it's better if you just ask about the things you see in there, and I can tell you what they do?
[ Just... gonna hold Ain's hand and walk there. The front of the store is mostly lewd shirts and such, but there certainly are Dicks(tm). Also, like... a lot of other stuff? Like a lot a lot. He might not actually know what some of this stuff even does- ]
[ Just... gonna hold Ain's hand and walk there. The front of the store is mostly lewd shirts and such, but there certainly are Dicks(tm). Also, like... a lot of other stuff? Like a lot a lot. He might not actually know what some of this stuff even does- ]
Oh, okay.
[What's up with this shirt that says "your boobs look heavy, may I hold them for you?" in the window? Ain points to it and—]
Is that something people actually wear? You should wear that for Mr. Demon~.
[And now he's walking inside and immediately trying not to laugh when he sees just a WALL of silicone dicks, like holy shit wait what are THOSE for— why are they in every colour of the rainbow? why are some of them glowing like they might be radioactive—]
[What's up with this shirt that says "your boobs look heavy, may I hold them for you?" in the window? Ain points to it and—]
Is that something people actually wear? You should wear that for Mr. Demon~.
[And now he's walking inside and immediately trying not to laugh when he sees just a WALL of silicone dicks, like holy shit wait what are THOSE for— why are they in every colour of the rainbow? why are some of them glowing like they might be radioactive—]
[Ain is so close to his own release when Wolfwood reaches his, digging his fingernails into the balls of his hands as it all ends exactly as expected. It leaves him wanting, yes, but that's kind of his entire thing.
If he weren't tied down he would be swiping his fingers through it. For now he gets to enjoy the view, since Wolfwood usually is either in his mouth or in his ass and he never actually gets to watch him blow his entire load.
Hot.]
Haha... told you.
If he weren't tied down he would be swiping his fingers through it. For now he gets to enjoy the view, since Wolfwood usually is either in his mouth or in his ass and he never actually gets to watch him blow his entire load.
Hot.]
Haha... told you.
[It sure is a sight to see. Wolfwood’s panting, breathing heavily as he sags a little against Ain, still holding onto his legs as his cock twitches in the last few throes of orgasm against his stomach. He’s painted him thoroughly, yet he would be remiss if he ignored the fact that Ain didn’t meet the same release.
He carefully shifts his hips back, pulling his length free so he can spread Ain’s legs apart, holding his thighs there like this as he ducks his head down wordlessly to start lapping at the head of his cock, glancing up at him for a second before he draws him into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, starting up a slow bob of his head.]
He carefully shifts his hips back, pulling his length free so he can spread Ain’s legs apart, holding his thighs there like this as he ducks his head down wordlessly to start lapping at the head of his cock, glancing up at him for a second before he draws him into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, starting up a slow bob of his head.]
After the movie post which Till did not see bc he’s being antisocial-
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[For the past while, Till has really just existed in his apartment, playing music. Writing music. Brooding…kindof just generally acting like a teenager at 21. Though, as much as he hates to admit it, it’s been…weirdly nice, to have this space here to himself. Maybe Mephisto was onto something when he was talking about getting a house…
Mm.
But for as much as he’d love to just stay with Jibang and never leave, he has to eat eventually, and all that cheap ramen he blew his last modeling credit-check on is now gone. He needs to find something even cheaper…
So: Free.
Ain is one of his neighbors, and he knows he works at that bunny bakery. It’s not here, obviously, but maybe…well, he’s hungry. Might as well shoot your shot, and all that.
So Ain will hear the rapping of Till’s knuckles at the door as he leans on his crutches, able to use them now that Mephisto adjusted them for him.]
Hey. You home? Was…wondering if you had any of those sweet pastries. I can pay you in a couple days.
Mm.
But for as much as he’d love to just stay with Jibang and never leave, he has to eat eventually, and all that cheap ramen he blew his last modeling credit-check on is now gone. He needs to find something even cheaper…
So: Free.
Ain is one of his neighbors, and he knows he works at that bunny bakery. It’s not here, obviously, but maybe…well, he’s hungry. Might as well shoot your shot, and all that.
So Ain will hear the rapping of Till’s knuckles at the door as he leans on his crutches, able to use them now that Mephisto adjusted them for him.]
Hey. You home? Was…wondering if you had any of those sweet pastries. I can pay you in a couple days.
[Meanwhile: Ain is going through heartbreak because he got rejected :( This is a normal response of course, but he's out here trying to shut it all down... then getting really sad because he totally screwed up the nature of his relationship with Add and Add definitely hates him now and probably won't talk to him ever again. That's what gets him the most, he thinks.
God, he's so stupid.
Anyway, he answers the door and it's very clear that Ain's been crying, but he's trying to look presentable right now. His Neo Eden apartment is clearly stacked with all manner of plants in window boxes, hanging planters, and a bunch of fabric bolts and some instruments against one wall. The auto-decorator did its job. It's hard to see any of this through Ain's giant wings, but he steps aside to let Till in short order.]
From the bakery? Not really. I do have some cinnamon buns though, sitting on the kitchenette. You're welcome to have some. Don't worry about paying me back, haha.
God, he's so stupid.
Anyway, he answers the door and it's very clear that Ain's been crying, but he's trying to look presentable right now. His Neo Eden apartment is clearly stacked with all manner of plants in window boxes, hanging planters, and a bunch of fabric bolts and some instruments against one wall. The auto-decorator did its job. It's hard to see any of this through Ain's giant wings, but he steps aside to let Till in short order.]
From the bakery? Not really. I do have some cinnamon buns though, sitting on the kitchenette. You're welcome to have some. Don't worry about paying me back, haha.
[Oh. Uh. Well.
As much of an emotionally constipated idiot Till can be, even he can tell when someone’s been crying. Maybe moreso than your average person, considering the amount of compartmentalizing you have to do just to survive back home. It’s especially concerning to see on Ain, someone he’s never seen less than totally chipper…basically ever? But that’s ALSO compartmentalization at work, babyyy.
Till looks at Ain for a moment before he cautiously hobbles into the apartment, his snail clinging to his back while eyeing Ain’s plants like ovo. Wish to sit on palnt. Till doesn’t allow this though as he comes inside, feeling a little awkward about just taking some of Ain’s cinnamon buns and dipping. He wouldn’t exactly say they’re close or anything, but…Ain’s been nice to him. For some reason. So seeing him sad makes him feel…
…]
Thanks. I, uh. …you doing okay?
As much of an emotionally constipated idiot Till can be, even he can tell when someone’s been crying. Maybe moreso than your average person, considering the amount of compartmentalizing you have to do just to survive back home. It’s especially concerning to see on Ain, someone he’s never seen less than totally chipper…basically ever? But that’s ALSO compartmentalization at work, babyyy.
Till looks at Ain for a moment before he cautiously hobbles into the apartment, his snail clinging to his back while eyeing Ain’s plants like ovo. Wish to sit on palnt. Till doesn’t allow this though as he comes inside, feeling a little awkward about just taking some of Ain’s cinnamon buns and dipping. He wouldn’t exactly say they’re close or anything, but…Ain’s been nice to him. For some reason. So seeing him sad makes him feel…
…]
Thanks. I, uh. …you doing okay?
Oh, um...
[Ain can't say he wants to vent, really. But if Till didn't see that entire post... well, he'll probably see it eventually. The whole Grove definitely saw it, so there's not much of a point in hiding it.
He sits down on the edge of his bed, the sheets rumpled because he's been facedown crying into the pillows. Idly, Ain smooths his hand across the sheets, getting rid of the wrinkles in one patch.]
...I just got rejected by a guy I like. That's all. I'm kind of in my "men suck" era. I'll be okay.
[Ain can't say he wants to vent, really. But if Till didn't see that entire post... well, he'll probably see it eventually. The whole Grove definitely saw it, so there's not much of a point in hiding it.
He sits down on the edge of his bed, the sheets rumpled because he's been facedown crying into the pillows. Idly, Ain smooths his hand across the sheets, getting rid of the wrinkles in one patch.]
...I just got rejected by a guy I like. That's all. I'm kind of in my "men suck" era. I'll be okay.
[Oh god it’s even worse than he feared. It’s both relationship AND guy related. Eugh.
Unable to just stay standing, Till finds someplace to lean his crutches so he can have a seat, either on a spare chair, couch, or just on the floor outright depending on what’s available. He’ll hold out his arm so Jibang can ooze to the floor.
Till really does not know how to handle gay people. He can barely handle straight people, but this feels like it’s just completely out of his element…never mind the fact he’s equally terrible at comforting people. Fuck.]
..that sucks. I’m sorry.
[Great start he definitely must feel better now.]
I hate men too. They fucking suck, so I get it.
Unable to just stay standing, Till finds someplace to lean his crutches so he can have a seat, either on a spare chair, couch, or just on the floor outright depending on what’s available. He’ll hold out his arm so Jibang can ooze to the floor.
Till really does not know how to handle gay people. He can barely handle straight people, but this feels like it’s just completely out of his element…never mind the fact he’s equally terrible at comforting people. Fuck.]
..that sucks. I’m sorry.
[Great start he definitely must feel better now.]
I hate men too. They fucking suck, so I get it.
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