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[He gives another soft huff, though now that his hands are again free, he can lift a hand to rest against the side of Ain's cheek, a calloused thumb brushing over his jawbone.]

Another one already, huh?

[It's teasing, of course, because he's happy to lean in and give Ain that kiss he wants, tilting his head just enough so his big nose doesn't bash into Ain's.]

Well. I won't pass up the offer for more sugar.

[Yes, another one. It's Ain, his love language is touch, you must kiss him constantly. He loves to be smooched. ...which is going to be abundantly clear, if it's not already, when their lips lock and Ain literally giggles into it and tilts his head to deepen it just a fraction. No tongue, but he's not being cute about it either.]

I like kissing, sue me. If Nikolaus doesn't like kissing, he can deal.

[Get kissed again idiot]

Nikolaus...

[He repeats the way Ain just said his name against his lips. Thoughtful, as they share a few more gentle kisses. Smooch smooch.]

I've never heard anyone say my name like that. ...it's pretty.

It's how your name would be said if my accent was thicker. But I like how it sounds in my head.

[Therefore he is choosing to purposely Heavily Accent that name. You know, to be cute.]

I'll teach you words in Celestial. [Kiss, kiss.] You know a few from the church. Your brain works, so I'm sure you can memorize others.

["your brain works" clearly Ain thinks no one else's brains work like hello—]

[WELL HE'S GLAD HIS BRAIN WORKS...he has one, it just isn't firing on all cylinders all the time.

Also, hold on-]

Mmm...hang on. Killin' my back bendin' forward-

[Sorry Ain, did you want to get lifted? Because Wolfwood is lifting you, taking you by the waist and hefting you up like a piece of styrofoam to sit down on the table so he's more comfortably at eye-ish level, with Wolfwood leaning in from there to keep the kiss going.]

There. Anyway...I wouldn't mind learnin', sometime.

[Yes he super did want to get lifted hello hi hello—

Immediate giggling immediate kicky feets while he wraps his legs around Wolfwood's hips.]

Ohh... Haha, wow, you're strong! [Homosexual internal wheeze] I know you're all muscular and stuff, but still, I'm not light in this form.

[Kicky feets.

Kisses Wolfwood's jaw.]

Haha, ain't you seen me carryin' the Punisher before?

[That thing is not light. No matter how heavy or not Ain is, he'd have to weigh over double what he does now to compete with a solid hunk of metal like that.

Nevertheless, Ain's kisses are met with low hums of approval as Wolfwood loops his arms loosely around his waist now that he's supported atop the table, bonking into his forehead like a cat.]

Maaaaybe~. [He has. But still.] You should princess carry me sometime. I've always wanted to try that.

[He is gay-gay. You know how it is. That said, he's also being enabled, which means — sorry Wolfwood — he is honking your biceps.]

Wait, wait. Flex for me. [oh my god] Pleaaaaase?

Tch. You serious?

[God, this guy...

Wolfwood, again, rolls his eyes with all the exaggerated flair he can muster as he leans back on his heels, pushing away from the table just enough so he can flex his arms as Ain requests. Now, Wolfwood is no competition for some of the men in the Grove like Livio or Sesa. He's a lot thinner of build, yet despite that, you have to be strong to be able to throw the weapon around that he does.

So suffice it to say, his muscles are there. They do bulge when he flexes. As do his titties, of course. They're bouncin' for Ain's viewing pleasure because Wolfwood never learned how to fucking wear a shirt.]

How's that?

[Clapping his hands and giggling—]

Perfect! Or, well, it would be, but I have one request... [The way he's blushing and the look in his eye says crime, Wolfwood, don't fall for it.] Do it again, but shirtless this time.

[go DIRECTLY to jail]

[Well, Wolfwood might as well already be shirtless, considering...

But if Ain is playing to one strength, it's the fact that Wolfwood is a little bit egotistical, and also maybe a little bit vain. He does turn to kindof glance at the door, briefly, but it's as dark in the hallway as it is in here, so it's very likely everyone else has turned in for the night.

He sighs before relenting and shrugging off his blazer first, then his undershirt with a few buttons to undo at the bottom, laying them on the table for a moment so he can do as Ain asks. One might wonder why he's doing it without complaint but like, see above.

Like this, he'll see a lot more, even if it's not like he didn't already see at the bathhouse. He's a very hairy man, but also covered in countless scars and old bullet wounds, as well as plenty of dark blemishing from spending too many hours in the open desert sun.]

There y'go. Happy?

[horny horny horny horny h]

Much better.

[You know, you'd think bad experiences would keep Ain from being forward at all, but no! No no! He is in fact being horrible because inhibitions die with him. To that end, he plants his hands on Wolfwood's shoulders and traces a scar, because he didn't get to do this in the bathhouse, because he was behaving and also you know cultural things.

Boy pretty.]

You're exactly my type, you know. You can pick me up and throw me, [THAT'S YOUR TYPE?] you're all big and stuff, you've got a big heart beneath the rude exterior...

[But also to be fair Ain's type seems to be Every Man. So.]

...the muscles and scars are an added bonus. As is the testosterone. [Like My God the hair sir.]

[As Ain reaches out to trace his scars, he feels a very brief moment where his breath catches because- well- very few people have done this to him, obviously. Very few he allows, and now Ain is a part of that small number. The way Ain seems so enamored with him, despite all of the flaws, makes Wolfwood feel weirdly warm in a way he honestly doesn't often.]

Big and battle damaged. [He agrees, bringing his hands forward again to let them rest loosely along Ain's hips, his thumbs sort of idly brushing over his hipbones.] Which doesn't seem t'bother you one bit. A bonus, you said.

[He's hella lucky, in that regard.]

But it ain't like you're not a looker yourself. I've had my eyes on you since you got here, ya'know.

[Ain's entire group are a bunch of battle-hardened warriors. Of course he'd find that attractive. Raven has a massive scar across his titties, Elsword and Add are covered in them... these are qualities he likes in men simply because he's been exposed to nothing else.

He glides his hands lower, to a scar over Wolfwood's chest, and traces that one with his index finger while his other hand rests on the opposite pectoral. Hi. :)]

My ass, right? Anything else?

Well yeah. But not just that.

[He tilts his head a bit to one side, his eyes growing hooded as Ain traces over his chest further.]

I noticed how many freckles you got in the bathhouse. [Answer: a lot :)] They're cute.

And I really like your eyes, too. I ain't ever seen eyes as vibrant a green as yours.

I didn't use to have them. I think being outside all the time did that. [You know, as the sun do. He's not as sun-kissed as others, but still.] I'm not sure why they're on my thighs though. Or my butt. It's not like I go outside without pants.

[Maybe it's a consequence of becoming more humanlike. Something "imperfect"... or maybe skin just does weird things because skin is the weirdest organ ever. Go see a dermatologist Ain.

He kicks his feet a little. Now he's combing his fingers through Wolfwood's chest hair like it's the best damn thing he's touched in his life. Sorry he loves your testosterone.]

Did you notice the tattoos, too, while you were sneaking glances?

Uh huh. Been meanin' t'ask about 'em but, yaknow. Good time never came up.

[You were having DRAMA.

He doesn't mind the continued touches though, allowing them as they talk. It's a little chilly to just be without his shirt entirely, but it's fine. It's not like he isn't titty-out on a good day.]

Didn't know if they were tattoos, or some sorta magic thing. ...or maybe they're both? I like 'em, either way.

[Ain is currently resisting the primal need to honk the booba. A shirt would only somewhat prevent this.]

I guess they're more magical. I didn't get them done with one of those needle-things. The tattoo on my back disappears if my wings are out, and the ones on my thighs are similar to wind runes, but they don't have the same purpose. My wind magic is pretty limited, haha.

[He's gotta say, he does like the hands on his hips, though. Magical tattoos or no... he's going to steal Wolfwood's hand from one of them and glide his fingers closer to the base of Ain's spine, where his tail normally would be if he were in that other form.]

You wanna see it up-close?

[See, that wasn't something Wolfwood had noticed. Probably obvious, since Ain was always fully clothed in his angel form. So the idea that they are connected to that form just makes sense.

He raises his brows a fraction as Ain guides his hand back there but, hey, he can see when he's being asked to do something from a mile away. He'll let his hand be placed just at the base of his spine, his fingers tracing the small his back now as they talk lowly in the semi-gloom of this unused lab space.]

...I kinda do, yeah.

[You know just fucking flashbang the entire base nbd-]

[Don't worry the dorms are several rooms away and people are in bed, they won't see it :) inb4 someone sees this—

Ain smiles, eyes half-lidded, and tugs on the edge of his shirt. The buttons are hidden away with an internal flap sewn into the front, and he's quick to slip his fingers underneath it and undo the bottom one first.]

I still have my shirt on. Let me take it off. Unless... you want to help me out?

[...

Yeah no sorry, Wolfwood is not made of stone, and given that Ain is just outright asking? He'll reach out and follow his example to slowly undo the buttons one by one, though Ain might get some amusement out of watching him fumble with the buttons for a second.]

See this is why I don't wear mine buttoned.

[It's honestly pretty easy to get Ain's shirt off. To a point, anyway. The top part of it is clasped at the neck with a golden brooch that extends across either side, and that has to be unclasped, but Ain will show him how to do it. After that, it's a simple matter of shrugging the shirt off and setting it aside on the table for now.

Wolfwood has already seen glimpses, but Ain is completely unblemished other than the freckles. They're on his shoulders in clusters, his chest in small smatterings, and his hipbones like constellations. Not a scar on this one because he can heal as needed (so far, anyway).]

I don't quite have the chest to show off, unlike you. Mine stays buttoned.

[But he won't wear a coat properly, that's the caveat. Anyway, because he's meant to be showing off how that back tattoo disappears... Ain spins around and sits on his calves on the table, pulling the long strands of his ribbon over his shoulder for now. If Wolfwood watches and doesn't get flashbanged by that brief coalescence of El energy, he'll see that the tattoo on Ain's back actually does become his wings after a moment — the "ink" takes shape and blooms outward from his skin, and what's left is, well. The usual arrangement. Ribbony wings accented with golden armour, a tail, and his voice echoing around them as he lets out a soft laugh.]

See...?

[It's more obvious when his back is facing someone, too, that there are additional pinpricks of light starting at his neck; an upside-down, geometric U-shaped symbol, and five diamond accents right at the base of his halo where it then loops around his head. All very tangible. Just, y'know, be careful this time Wolfwood— or don't, I guess.]

[Wolfwood will watch, which does mean he does get flashbanged for just a moment, but it's brief enough that he's able to rapidly blink his way through it and be fine. Listen, he's flashbanged himself with the Punisher a dozen times, he's used to it even if this is like ten times brighter than he's used to.

No, he's far too focused on actually getting a close look at Ain's wings, now that he's being allowed to. He's still getting used to seeing magic like this, and he's not sure he'll ever be fully accustomed to it, despite all of the weird shit he's experienced both here and back home.

And there goes his voice, too, and damn. It somehow manages to puncture it's way right through him, making his heart flutter and his whole body alight just from hearing it.

He wants...to touch..........mmMMM]

Can...I touch 'em?

You can, but remember that your actions have consequences.

[He is offering, even, as his tail moves and sweeps around Wolfwood's wrist. Like hi, touch? Touch is allowed. The only caveat is given when Ain lowers his voice to a whisper, one that still reverberates around the entire room.]

If you edge me too much again, I'm not going to be nice. Be a good boy, okay~?

No…right. I gotcha.

[He is not making that mistake twice-!!

But with permission granted, he will ever so carefully feel the tips of the gold parts this time, brushing along their edges because he was curious how firm they were compared to their more wispy, ribbon-like counterparts.

How sensitive in comparison, too.]

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