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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.]

[Wolfwood you are definitely not prepared for this one. The closer he gets to Ain's spine, the more the angel squirms. The tips of the metal bits which are very much part of Ain's wings overall, further on the outside, aren't as sensitive. It's no more sensitive than the ribbony parts of his wings that Wolfwood was squeezing and threading through his fingers at the church. The inner bits, though?

Hey Wolfwood ever wondered what it feels like to have someone moan and have that go directly into your entire skull from every direction because uh— that is precisely what happens, even with Ain trying to keep his voice down. It will reach Wolfwood, it will be heard, and Ain only makes somewhat of an attempt at hiding it. After all, the man just said he understood the consequences.]

Shit... [Your actions!! Have consequences!!!!] H-haha, we're really going to have to keep quiet now.

[Oh man. His actions have consequences indeed.

The metal feels about how he expected, even if it's a little strange feeling something quite so solid on what he'd liken to "hard light". As far as his spine goes, well uh...yeah, that part he has no excuse for. He touched him there on Ain's gentle guidance, knowing good and well what he was getting into, and he finds himself echoing Ain's all-encompassing moan with a sound that feels like a whimper in comparison. That moan rattled his fucking skull.]

H-haah...well...we'll see 'bout that...

[He's not sure how well they can after that sound Ain just made, even if he tries to be more careful with his explorations going forward. Thing is: he's not sure he wants to be careful. He wants to pull Ain in closer to him, to kiss his face and neck and make him giggle more, or touch him in places that make him come completely undone.

It's as he said. He wants to be closer.

Closer, as he moves his hands from Ain's wings back fully on his hips again, one hand supporting him so he doesn't just slide right off the table, the other resting at the small of his back, rubbing gently up towards the middle of his back. Not quite the base of his wings, but damn close as he lets Ain lean over his shoulder.]

S'that feel good?

Edited (my aych tee em el) 2024-07-13 16:42 (UTC)

[Damn close indeed. Close enough to make Ain squirm from where he's resting on top of the table, in any case, closing his thighs tightly together like that's going to save him at all. It will not, in fact, save him. Not if Wolfwood keeps stroking along his back and wings like that.

He's simply going to have to cope with being mad horny for the rest of his life it seems.

The question does make him roll his eyes, though.]

No, no, I'm only moaning in your ear about it.

[Well not so much his ear as directly into his skull but— it counts somehow, okay.

Ain takes a deep breath, trying to keep his voice level long enough to talk. It only somewhat works.]

You wanted to learn some Celestial. S-so—

Berühre mich. "Touch me".

[He is asking in very explicit terms for more here, despite the fact they're thousands of miles underwater and will be caught with their pants down if something attacks them. Might as well make this thing exciting.]

[Berühre mich. He won't forget it.

Wolfwood nods slightly, pressing his nose into the side of Ain's neck to breathe him in. There's no reason to worry about Ain going anywhere now that he's gripping him as tightly as he is with his thighs, so Wolfwood will happily oblige the softly begged request as he drags his fingers even further still up the middle of his back, tracing along each vertebrae until he lands somewhere in the middle.

Only then will he try to actually touch the base of Ain's wings for the first time, his touch gentle to avoid hurting him, yet firm enough on the pressure to be there as he presses his lips against the side of his jaw.]

[Oh there you go, Wolfwood, that's how you get a man arching his spine and throwing his head back and moaning. Ain clings to Wolfwood now, trying so hard not to let himself go fucking insane over here, not to be too loud, not to rake claws down his back. He might, if this keeps up. He might just shred entire holes into the man and apologise later when he's healing them.

He's still half-dressed, and there is an almost too-large bulge in his pants now. So thanks for that one Wolfwood you better fix that. Better awaken a new arc of xenophile—]

H-haaaha, y-yeah, just... just like that.

[Ain is beating himself over the head mentally with a hammer going reciprocate touch him stop being useless touch touch touch, and so maybe a little clawing will happen, just a half-delicate rake of nails over Wolfwood's chest because he is, frankly, obsessed with the man's titties. Sue him. At the same time, though, he does duck forward and press his lips to Wolfwood's neck, an open-mouthed kiss that quickly devolves into bites and sucks.

Enjoy that hickey champ he's not gonna heal that one over.]

[If reciprocation is bothering Ain at all, Wolfwood is a completely open canvas in that regard. The rake of nails over his chest, the hickey he leaves behind on his neck...both are readily received, and make Wolfwood growl lowly as Ain gives them, his own kisses turning just briefly rougher to match as he lets his teeth catch and graze against otherwise porcelain skin.

His hard-on is equally hard to miss when they're pressed up against one another like they are, and fortunately for Ain, Wolfwood is equally afflicted. Obviously so, as a matter of fact, yet his attention is more on Ain's pleasure for the time being as he seeks to draw out more of those sweet moans from his lips.

A light, gentle touch at the middle of his back becomes a little bolder in its exploration as his fingers dance up the expanse of those wings, just as warm and soft as he remembers them being last time. He's thankful for the table supporting both of their weights, bolted to the floor as it is so that there's no danger of it going anywhere, because he can already feel his knees growing a little weak even as they do just this little bit.]

Cute...you're so cute...

[He wants to be so good in bed :( or in this case: on table. They can't do much more than just foreplay type of touching here, even though Ain is like, seconds from getting on his knees because man he wants to try sucking dick so bad— but he remains on the table lamenting the fact that he can't get his spine snapped instead. Rip.

Ain is sobbing out moans in the meantime, though, rocking his hips into the open air, just slightly against Wolfwood's front. The angle isn't entirely conducive to grinding. Unfortunate.]

Mmnhh... y-you are... gonna make me cum doing that.

[All of the most sensitive bits of Ain are on his back... well, and his chest, and lower obviously, but those areas have gone untouched so far. Still, he is Not fitting into his pants right now, and he squirms another time before letting out a sigh.]

At least... mmm, if you wanted to... let's undress a little more. I think I'm gonna break the zipper at this point.

[Unfortunately for both of them, they've picked the worst possible place to 1) have their heart-to-heart and 2) get handsy, because they're hundreds of feet underwater and definitely can't do much more than touch for the time being, but for now...it's enough. More than enough, really. Wolfwood wishes it were easier for them to press up against one another, to get completely tangled with each other, but they're making do with what they got. And the suggestion to undress further is not an unwelcome one, seeing as how he's struggling too.

He nods- because his head is throbbing too hard to formulate a verbal response for a moment, please hold- as he keeps one hand carefully pressed between Ain's shoulderblades while his other reaches down to fumble blindly with his pants. He searches with his fingertips until he can find and undo Ain's zipper, giving him some breathing room while at the same time giving Wolfwood better access. Normally, this is another thing you would ask about but, uh...given how much his wings seem to be an erogenous zone anyway, he doubts Ain is going to complain if he just

Reaches into his smalls, gently, and scoops him free. Weighs him carefully in his palm, his thumb rubbing against the underside of the head as he feels precum dribble over the tip of his finger.]

I'd...I'd do us both, but...dunno if I can reach...at this angle.

[The table sits just slightly higher than his hips, meaning he'd really have to stand on his tiptoes to manage it, which isn't easy when you have a prosthetic. So while he can easily reach Ain with his own hands, it's like Ain surmised: not a good angle for grinding.

However...]

You can...touch me too, if y'want. Or...wait until I'm done, and then...

[Do whatever you want to him tbh you deserve to have your fun at this point]

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