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PET PERSON MEME

>> premise

Hello, and welcome to The Care and Keeping of Your Pet! As you surely know, a pet is a big responsibility, and we're so glad you've decided to be a concientious master. A safe pet is a happy pet, and this handbook is certain to keep your precious lifelong friend as content as can be.

The history of the animal person is a long and difficult one, with their origins not being known even to this day. However, scientists believe that despite our common appearance - most animal people have humanoid forms except for the ears, tails, and sometimes teeth - we share no common ancestry, even if the ascent of this species corresponds with that of the homo sapien. We gained dominance over each breed thousands of years ago, beginning with the dog type, who have long been considered "man's best friend." Most breeds these days are docile and perfect for owners of any speed.

Of course, it is our duty as the superior species to take care of these animal creatures, and this is inherent in their genetic makeup. Everyone knows that an animal person, when matched with their correct human master, is loyal for life - a true "soulmate," if you will. Far be it for us to turn this away! Ever since the Great Domestication, these intelligent and loving animals have served us as friends, workmates, guardians, servants, and sexual companions and will for years to come. Despite recent hubbub from so-called "Pet People's Rights Activists," this way of life is wholesome and good. Scientific research shows that the natural desire of the pet person is to be owned and cared for by a human.

So, it's your first pet. What do you need to know?

As previously stated, pet people come in as many breeds as you can possibly think of. By far and away the most popular are the dog and cat types, but exotic birds and lizards have been gaining popularity among trendsetters from L.A. to Tokyo!
All pet types are best suited for certain jobs, and when hunting for one, it is best to search for a type that suits your needs best.
However, a "True Match" - when a pet person bonds with you and only you for the rest of their natural lives - comes naturally, and sometimes takes time before you can find the pet you will be able to give a forever home to.
According to all current research, pet people are completely sentient and like us in many ways. However, it is important to remember that they have many animalistic and feral characteristics. Do not be foolish and think that your pet is a person, despite the facts that many are clothed and may be allowed to read, write, and have "hobbies." Some traditional pet owners may eschew these frivolities, and that is within their right.
Pet people age more quickly than humans, at least physically, and many types have long lifespans. It is not uncommon for pets to be passed through the family. When getting your child their first pet, it's important to keep in mind that just because the pup is tiny now, a grown pet can be jumpy around a small child.
It is important to train a pet. Discipline will be necessary. This does not make you a bad owner. Failure to train early will result in a rebellious pet. Training is especially important if you want your pet to serve as a household servant.
Remember, your pet will be extremely protective of you, especially if you are Truly Bonded. It is best to socialize them early. A socialized pet is a perfect family pet.
These days, unowned and unbonded pet people are allowed to live as strays or "Frees" in certain designated areas. Some even hold "jobs." This is against their best interest, and owners who adopt these strays are to be rewarded. Still, the best place to get pets are from liscenced kennels or breeders.
Some masters find it beneficial to participate in activities with their pets, such as shows and other competitions.
Finally, much has been made about the sexual relationship between pet and master. This is a normal facet of the bond, and humans are sure to find pet people sexually alluring. But beyond that, it is only responsible and prudent for owners to care for their pet's needs. It is a well-known fact that the libidos of pet people are remarkably strong, and when they go into heat, it is usually more convenient for a master to relieve them. There is no risk of pregnancy. All rumors of hybrids are urban legends.
Despite this, masters must remember to not view their pets as romantic partners. Humans should stay with humans.

With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master!

>> how to play

Needless to say, The Care and Keeping of Your Pet is a bit biased and full of propaganda, but it gives a good idea of the world your character is now AU's into. They are either a pet person or a human master, and what that means for them varies.

So are they a devoted pet or a rebellious animal person looking to buck the system? A generous master or a cruel sexual sadist? Just a normal pet owner? Most likely they're something in between, but when you're raised in this world, it's difficult to see anything different on the horizon.

Rules

Comment with your character and say whether they'd be a master or a pet. Ideally, they could be played as both. Mention what kind of each they'd be and what they'd be like, (ie: "Xx-chan is a bunny girl who is happy to please her master" or "Asterothia is a cat boy who is aloof but loyal to his true master"). For pets, be sure to include features ("wolf ears, tail, teeth).

REMEMBER, pet does not automatically equal submissive and master automatically equal dominant. This is not a BDSM setting though BDSM can be included. How far you want to go with the actual "pet" aspect is up to you, as well. Your pet could just be your slightly-furry roommate or soulmate!
Comment to others.
Play out the scene.

>> prompts

This by no means an all-inclusive list, but it should get you going in the right direction.

First Time Pet/Owner: Usually, pets are gotten at a young age; you're an old dog. Can you learn new tricks?
True Bond: What all masters and pets yearn for...the pet's loyalty and adoration for life.
Love: It's expected for masters to love their pets, but to love them? Romance is strictly forbidden.
Old "Couple": Master and pet have grown together and know each other. You know, know each other.
Loss of Master: The pet has lost their master, perhaps even their True Bond. Is it possible to move on?
Young Master/Older Pet: Pets age quicker than masters, so it's possible to end up with a bit of an "age" difference.
Family Pet: This pet's been raised as part of the family. What happens when their feelings for a family member get more than platonic.
For Your Protection: You don't want to be a master, but you have to take in a pet for their protection lest they be in danger from the general public.
Stray: You're a stray or a "Free." Can you live like this with your biology screaming for you to make a match?
Servant: You're more servant than pet.
All Sex, All the Time: The only purpose for this pet is to service the master, and not in a way that means cleaning their house.
Guard: You're a loyal bodyguard, a service pet. You'll do anything for your master. Anything.
Pet Play: This is for those who prefer to keep their animals on leashes, have them eat from bowls, and keep away from clothing.
Breaking In: Training is important with any pet.
In Love with Another Master...or Pet: To lust after another's master is no better than treason, and to wish to be with another pet just cruel!
Punishment: Bad dog, no nookie!
Heat: All pets go into heat, and it's the responsibility of the owner to take care of this problem. After all, unchecked dry humping kills thousands every year.
Breeding: Breeders know the best qualities in each type and mate the cream of the crop together to continue lines. It's a hobby for some, a calling for others.
Territorial: Hey, hey, other dog person! This is your apartment. Stay the fuck out!
Kennel: Kennels are where unadopted pets are kept. They're generally agreed to be depressing places. Why not volunteer at one, keeping the pets healthy and happy with the kind of affection only humans can show?
Rebelling Against the System: Damn the Man! Pet people are people, too! Just be careful not to get talk. You know what happens to bad pets.
Instant Attraction: You ever just look at someone and know they're the one? That they're...your master? But what if you've been trying to fight it? Well, don't try!
Dominant Pet: You might be the pet, but you call the shots, at least in the bedroom.
Pet Show: Everyone wants to show off how perfect their animal is. Look at that ass! And you'll never believe their special skills...
Therapeutic: Pets, especially those bred for their kindliness, are perfect therapy for those who've been through trauma and heartache.
Jealousy: Who's that around your master? Oh, hell no. They better not be touching them!
Petting: Pet people are absolutely gaga for being touched. Even the most steely ones turn to mush for rubs.
Games: Playing with your pet and giving them exercise is a key to happiness. Of course, with a pet person, you might want to use other toys instead of a ball.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Why wouldn't I want to see them?

[Girl help he is Totally Lost.]

I like scars. I usually like when you look all rugged, even if you're actually a complete fool underneath. It's attractive.

[Something about Vash being cool and badass on their adventures and then running out of bullets the minute after... hm. Ain might be moronsexual which is extremely funny because usually he's the moron.]

I don't like seeing you hurt, so I'll heal any other injuries you get... but I don't mind scars. I wanted to kiss them, actually.

[Well! Ain is nothing if not brutally honest, which is something Vash appreciates. He looks at him for a long moment, puzzled, the fingers of his good hand pulling through the tertiaries of one of his large wings.]

Kiss them…really?

[Boy that hand is getting really close to "danger hours" again, Ain only has so much patience.

Nevertheless. He nods, and even if Vash can't really see him from this angle, he'll be able to feel the tickle of curls brushing over his skin.]

That was the plan, [he says,] I was going to kiss you all over initially! But you need a break, you said.

[So he's not doing this, because consent is sexy. You know what else is sexy? Snuggling and letting the time pass by while enjoying each other. It's not gay if it's between a pet and his owner— (it's a little gay.)]

...oh! [Suddenly bringing his head up—] Do you want me to heal those marks I left?

[Vash thinks he gets why Ain is asking. It's because of his reaction regarding the other scars...Ain probably assumes he would want to remove them, if at all possible. And, well...the thing is? Vash wouldn't say he's ashamed of his scars, exactly. He doesn't carry them as a badge of pride so much as a mark of survival, as Ain so eloquently put it. Mostly, he wasn't sure how it would be received. He's never...been in a position like this with another person before, much less a pet, much LESS feeling this desperate to please.

And hearing that Ain wants...wanted to kiss him all over makes his heart flutter, helplessly. He swallows audibly before clearing his throat, pulling a few molting bits of downy feathers away from Ain's wing.]

...no, it's okay. Those can stay.

[He doesn't care if people ask about those.]

And...you can kiss me, if you'd like. I don't mind.

[Break time is over.]

[Oh good, he's spared the cold ~~birdbath~~ shower of shame, at least for now. Ain does not undo the wing cocoon very much at all as he moves about, shuffling a little further down Vash's legs because it's gonna be real hard to kiss his chest if he's sitting on his dick like this. He's a bird, not a giraffe.]

Haha, okay. Tell me if you need me to stop again. I don't want to upset you.

[Like, genuinely, he does not. For all the things Ain is and does, the last thing he wants is to actually offend someone he cares about. Does he have the self-awareness to know when he's going to? No, not really; but this kind of thing is easy. Don't kiss someone who doesn't want to be kissed. Consent is sexy.

Vash has been giving him attention for months now, so Ain's giving it back in full, starting up with more cheek-kisses because for some reason he always starts there. Cheeks, and then trailing to his lips, this time not to make out but just to savour; then to his jaw and neck, where he's sure to leave more bruises on the opposite side. Balanced, as all things should be.

And then down, lower, to his collarbone, to kiss a scar on his chest, which he doesn't gun for with his teeth. It's a loving trace of lips over bare skin. Love itself, but Ain doesn't. know what that means, so this is as close as he gets.]

[It's okay if Ain doesn't know what love means, because most days, Vash isn't sure he fully understands it himself. He knows he loved Rem, even though she's gone now. And he loved Nai...but the Nai he knew- or thought he knew- is gone, now. His only other companion in the world, his previous pet...he's gone too. It's just Ain now, and he's pretty sure that the two of them have managed to forge something of a codependent relationship due to that fact. It's not that this happens often with Vash, exactly...he's more used to not getting close to people, for their sake more than his own. This hasn't happened since his last companion, and back then he wasn't sure if he'd be able to take that kind of heartache again.

Yet here he is, sitting on the couch watching Ain with bated breath as he shifts down across his lap so that he has a better vantage point for kissing. From his cheeks, to his lips, then down, down, further down...

In spite of himself, Vash sucks in a breath through his teeth when he feels lips make contact with one of those scars, a nasty gouge that was once messily sewn up by his own hands. It wasn't cleanly done, nor did it heal over properly, and as a result the scar is deep and there to stay. It's also toeing a bizarre line of sensitivity coupled with complete numbness where he fucked up the stitching...he exhales slowly, smoothing his hand down Ain's wing.]

Ain...

[Maybe love is the friends we met along the way—

But Ain is thinking about how his name sounds on Vash's lips and sighing longingly, wantingly, and it's just not fairrrr. The way he says it now is going to be burned into the whore part of Ain's brain forever. He's never going to be normal again. Not that he was normal before, but he's not going to be normal about Vash. Is that a problem? Some might say it is, but it's true, they're codependent on each other. Ain doesn't know how to let go and Vash doesn't seem to want to.

So.

Here they are, there's a hand in his wing and Ain's kissing across the expanse of Vash's chest, wondering how low he can go before he has to slide off of Vash's lap, at which point... well. Earlier thoughts, about being on his knees, but he's focusing on what's important now. There's a pulse fluttering under the skin he can barely feel as his lips trail ever lower, not quite down to Vash's abdomen yet but definitely getting closer. The wing-cocoon does have to shift a bit, and Ain with it, as he sort of slides backwards aaaand there he goes on the floor.

Mmmmmphgh.

Ain flops his head over onto Vash's thigh. There's a scar on his hip that he wants to put his lips over, but he's also trying... so hard... not to kill the guy dead.]

You're new to this, [he muses, finally,] so I really don't want to frighten you, but... how low am I allowed to go?

[When Ain suddenly thuds to the floor, Vash actually sits forward a fraction, grabbing at his wing as he goes down. He doesn't end up yanking on it, exactly, but if it got pulled a little well that's just going to be something Ain has to figure out how to handle. Either way, he's reaching out for him, looking a little concerned because, like, babe are you okay-]

Hey-

[But after a moment he realizes that he didn't actually fall and that being down there was, in fact, intentional. Vash purses his lips a little, sitting back again with mechanical fingers twitching, antsy almost as his hand settles loose over his lap. Ain's head is resting on his leg, now...dangerously close to his abdomen. Even more scars abound here, as well as a very light blonde trail of hair going from his navel down past his slacks.

How low is he...? ...Oh.]

I...Is it okay to say that I'm not sure...?

[That's the best he can say right now, he thinks. He doesn't know how to answer that, because he doesn't want Ain to stop...but he also doesn't know what's going to happen from here, exactly. He's an alien, and while he was very thoroughly given all the clinical sex ed teachings he ever could have needed, that pales in comparison to putting them into actual practice.]

I guess, um...as low as you want. I'll tell you if I need to stop.

It's fine. I'm only asking for your comfort. I already know what I want.

[Maybe he just feels nervous because it's Vash and he wants to do a good job and do right by him and not completely ruin this whole thing for him forever. Is he trying too hard...? Is this more of that anxiety juice he's been sipping his whole life...

Anyway, good lord Ain a boy wants to take care of you once and then touches your wing and you immediately try to suck on him about it. Get help—

Still, he's been given permission to keep doing what he's doing, so he leans forward from his new position on the floor and the kissing begins again, still as gentle and loving as before. Ain is sure not to leave a single spot unkissed, scar or not; at times he even drags his lips over the raised marks instead of just peppers kisses on them, tracing them, memorizing with his lips alone. He moves his hands to hold onto Vash's hips lightly the whole time.

And speaking of those hips, when he's done with... everywhere else, really, that's where he goes next — to kiss along his hipbones and down near the hem of his pants where his chin brushes the rough fabric. Back up, to another scar, but then he stops. Doesn't move his head back, just sort of pauses while he lets his breath tickle over Vash.]

You're really... so, so pretty... I can't get enough of you. I could do this all day.

[And, well, back to kissing. There's another hip he did not kiss yet.]

[This is undoubtedly a lot for Vash, make no mistake. But it’s a lot in a good way. He’s come to care about his little bird quite a lot after all, and receiving affection from him in any capacity makes his heart soar. But this…this isn’t just idle affection. Ain isn’t just cuddling with him on the couch, or preening him…he’s kissing every square inch of his skin that he can reach, and it’s…so good.

By the time Ain has drawn back to speak, Vash is panting, unable to properly calm down or catch his breath really. His skin feels like it’s on fire, and every so often when lips brush something even slightly sensitive to the touch, Vash whimpers under his breath.

Between all of this- being touched and loved on by a beautiful man, the anticipation of the unknown, the anxiety of equally wanting to perform well- Vash begins feeling…antsy. He’s having a harder time sitting still, his shoes shuffling on the floor as he reaches his hand around to touch the small of Ain’s back, and this time…he doesn’t quite manage to avoid touching the base of his wings. His long fingers linger there, tracing the baby feathers just beyond the edge.

And meanwhile…Vash’s clothing- what’s left of it- is starting to grow uncomfortable. Even he’s not so virgin that he can’t tell he’s getting hard from this, oops.]

Oh—

[It's a sharp exhale against Vash's skin, when that hand winds up where it does. It's nice. Incredibly so, given the little noise he makes in response to it. Vash hasn't done anything other than kind of set his hand there, and Ain is already squirming. Maybe his emotions are running too high right now, maybe it's because it's Vash, either way — there really is no turning back now. He can see everything from this angle, and Vash's hand is already where Ain warned it probably shouldn't be.

They're already, like, Not Friends anymore. Friends with benefits? Is that what they are? Ain doesn't have the time nor willpower to ponder this, because he has work to be doing — he's kissed everywhere, yeah, but he sure hasn't licked everywhere. There's a big difference, and that's what he moves to next, drawing his tongue over one scar in particular that he remembers specifically made Vash squirm the last time.

This time, he's moving upwards as he goes, still on the floor but leaning more forward into it.]

Keep your hand there, [he instructs,] I like that.

[The one on his back, he means, if that was somehow not glaringly obvious.

For once, he's quiet. No trilling or general noisiness, for now, because something feral in him has finally broke and he's too busy wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking to really bother with being cute right now.]

[Oh? He's done something good? ...ah, now he sees. He's absently gone touching Ain's wings all willy-nilly again, but it seems in this case that's a good thing. He's not really gotten too deliberate or crazy with it, meaning that...well. Realistically, he's probably teased poor Ain half to death by this point. He'll keep his hand right where it is though, his fingertips pressing lightly in against the white fluff as he nods a little helplessly, too focused on what Ain is doing right now to actually say anything else just yet.

And with good reason, because before he can really think about much else, Ain has managed to crawl his way back up his chest, back across all of those scars and imperfections. Vash licks his lips to wet them, opens his mouth as if to say something-]

A-ah!

[And promptly moans instead as Ain expertly takes one of his nipples into his mouth, which also prompts that hand on his wing to shift to gripping a little. Not hard, just...you know. Holding on, for Purchase. He was not expecting the hit of pleasure to his senses that was, maybe because he's never been touched like this before.]

[Haha. Boys. :)

Ain is thoroughly enjoying himself. Vash's hand on his wing makes it better, but Ain could very much still enjoy this without being touched at all. Maybe he'll explain service tops and such to Vash some other time, as best he can anyway.

So hey remember five minutes ago when he had a single confetti-sized scrap of self-control? That's all gone now. Ain is usually a lot more patient in bed — like, if he's on top, anyway, don't ask what he's like if he's bottoming he's actually The Worst — but this is not one of those times. It's months of being pent-up and just thinking Vash is The Coolest mingling with how much he cares for the man mingling further with whatever reward feedback loop goes on in his head. And it's a lot. And therefore, Ain is parting Vash's thighs with his hands and then palming him through his pants, all while his mouth works over him.

He's not going to leave the other nipple neglected for very long, though. Ain doesn't simply back off and move to the other; he kisses and bites his way there, this time trying to leave small bruises where the scars aren't. The whole time, he's gauging Vash's reactions to it, because he doesn't want to upset him and all — but if it's good? Expect bruises from one side of his chest trailing to the other.

These will be very fun for Ain to look at later when they're hopefully laying in bed after all's said and done.]

[Oh, dear god.

It's moments like these (or, rather, the first moment he's had like this) that is really underscoring Vash's own attraction to men. Holy shit. Ain pretty. Ain pretty and also really good at this, which something tells him he should have expected...just like how Ain sensed Vash's not-straightness, so too did Vash sense that Ain probably had been around the block once or twice before...

None of these thoughts actually hit Vash's brain right now, of course. His brain has been fogged up with arousal, every part of him made hazy by the flutter of Ain's fingers across his skin, be it across smooth or scarred parts of him. Every time he's touched Vash seems to have some kind of reaction to it, be it to gasp or tense a bit, his brows upturned. He wants to...do something. Hold him? Touch him? He's not sure, but he feels like he should be doing more than just sitting here. But even as he's thinking this, he exhales sharply on another startled moan, his hips suddenly bucking forward when Ain finally goes for his prize and plants a hand between his legs to start palming him there.

It's almost too much. Almost.]

Ai-...Ai-n...

[Vash's mechanical arm reaches, grasping at thin air until he finds Ain's shoulder just above where his other wing is wrapped around him, cold metal fingertips canting across the open-back of his shirt until he manages to hit the base, and this time? It seems actually deliberate, the way he presses his fingers in and strokes, knowing by instinct that Ain is going to appreciate it.]

[Oh, there it is. That is exactly what he wanted those hands to do earlier, when he warned against touching there because he knew he'd fall over dead the second it happened. In this case, Ain is forced to stop sucking on Vash because he has to suck in a gasp and then melt against him, momentarily stunned by the pleasure that rockets down his spine. It's so bad. It's bad how sensitive that spot is, but he's already laying his head down in Vash's lap about it and moaning openly. He has to recalibrate how to service top again please hold—]

Vash... [Why is the first time he ever says the guy's actual name when he's moaning it, huh.] Oh...

[It's so damn good. Ain has been trying to ignore his own needs — he's surprisingly proficient at it, for all the attention he likes to have — but that gets extremely difficult when he can feel himself standing at attention more and more with every pass of Vash's fingers.

Still, he's going to attempt not being entirely useless here. He started this, so he's going to keep it going. Ain manages to bring his head back up from where he momentarily had to rest it on Vash's leg, and that's when he goes for his pants again, this time undoing the button and zipper and hooking his claws into the waistband to slide things down. He only needs just enough to get his mouth on the guy, they can worry about other things later when Ain inevitably drags them off to bed.

For now, he doesn't immediately go for the blowjob, instead trailing a finger along his length with an expression that could be called devious if Ain were not still melting over that one spot on his back.]

Aha... you're cute. Did I rile you up that badly?

[sir. sir you know you did.]

[It's quite the milestone, to be sure. Vash, instead of Mr. Plant. He's pretty sure Ain has never called him anything but a nickname since they first met, and that makes Vash's heart flutter something fierce. His chest aches with affection for the pet, and he's tempted to bury his hand even deeper into those lovely feathers, just to see how insane he could drive Ain from it. He doesn't...not yet. But he does think about it.

He's only distantly thinking about how the couch is starting to feel a little bit cramped for what they're doing here, only for every single thought in his brain to be thrown out the window when Ain moves for his pants. They're nothing special- baggy and dark, also full of holes and popped seams- and are easily manipulated, sliding down his bony hips just enough to give Ain room to do what he likes with him.

No one...has ever seen him like this before. It's exciting, and nerve-wracking...especially because even down here isn't spared of scars. Granted, it's not like he's nearly lost his dick in a gunfight, but his hips and thighs definitely have their fare share of old wounds as well. That, however, Vash isn't focused on right now as his gaze tracks Ain, his teeth worrying his bottom lip just before a laugh huffs past his lips.]

Hahah...I guess so!

[ ^^ ]

I can't help it. You're just so...pretty.

[Boy pretty...]

[The milestone will now be permanent, as Vash is gonna find out tomorrow when they go to eat breakfast and Ain just calls him by name. Congratulations on having a real name, he's officially obsessed with you and you'll have to kill him to get him to go away.

Vash is just a bony guy. No hips probably no ass, but that's fine because Ain thinks he's extremely attractive either way. There are scars on his thighs. This man has gone through hell and back and Ain thinks it's incredibly hot because his brain is not wired right. So, actually, he's just going to kiss along one thigh-scar while he regains his composure here.

...and then of course he just has to start trilling for a moment at the compliment. If this is completely unsexy he's so sorry, he has bird instincts.]

I'll take care of you, so don't worry. Just relax.

[That might be easier said than done, considering what they're getting up to. Ain doesn't really expect Vash to relax, but he's planting the idea in his head anyway.

He'll stop teasing now. He doesn't want to start off too strong and kill the fun early, so for now, Ain settles his hands on Vash's hips and leans forward. One glance up to gauge how he's doing, and then that's it; his eyes flutter closed and he presses his lips to the head of his cock, letting his tongue roll out afterwards just over the slit. He doesn't intend to stick just to the little kitten-licks the entire time, but this is a small preview. He's definitely gone too hard into blowjobs and had people bust on his face in like three seconds in the past, okay.

...so maybe he's not actually done teasing—]

[If Vash were to relax right now, he'd have to be dead, so. Not ideal for either of them. It's a good thing that Ain still loves him even with his lack-of-an-ass, because unfortunately there's not going to be a lot for him to be cuddling later down the line. Most of that went into his chest, and even then it seems years of dodging the law has carved out half of that, too. It probably won't matter either way, with Ain posessing plenty of ass for both of them.

The trilling leaves Vash feeling excessively fond, and it reminds him of what drew him to Ain in the first place. He was just so bright and bubbly, and he seemed so....just...happy to be here. He couldn't understand why nobody had snapped him up and adopted him by now.

(Okay, maybe NOW he gets why, he's kindof loud...but Vash is also kindof loud. He doesn't care.)

Not much time to react to that, though, because Ain is already shifting gears. He's a little bit embarrassed now, sitting there with his cock out, but there's less of a sense of shame than there would be with a normal person. Vash thinks differently about these things compared to humans after all, just...not by much. Between him and Nai, you'd think Vash was born human with how much he closely emulates one. To that end, it's probably unsurprising, the way he chokes on a whine as Ain goes in to finally make contact with his lips and tongue, his head tilting back against the couch cushions. He's once more made very aware of his hands, and so as not to overwhelm Ain while he's trying to focus, Vash decides to move his flesh-and-blood hand away from his wings to rest along his hip. The metal one, however, is staying put right where it is, gently rubbing and teasing his pinfeathers.

Like. How is he supposed to really do anything else. Vash is not great at multitasking, he's only got so many braincells left.]

A...o-oh...

[WELL. At least Ain is very aware of Vash's limits here because yes, if he did do this too fast, he would be nutting in like five seconds so-]

[It would be extremely cute, but Ain is trying to make the man's first blowjob the best one (so far) and so he's not going to just deepthroat him immediately, even if his Whore Senses™ are telling him he needs to. He wants to. So badly. But it's gotta wait.

Good news: He can listen to Vash make his little sounds all day and not get bored. It's a genuine treat, to hear him trying and failing not to lose his mind over here.

Vash is about to super not have any braincells left.

It's slow-going to ease him into the sensation — lord knows Ain's first blowjob had him extremely oversensitive in minutes — and also so Ain can savour the moment. He wraps his lips gently around the head and sucks softly, flattening his tongue out over the underside experimentally. It's the least bit of pressure before he slightly pulls back, enough to readjust the angle of his head so that he can lick the underside from tip to base. That's where he stops for the time being, to kiss and lick the base specifically while his hand does the rest of the work.]

So cute... you're doing good so far.

[That is about the last coherent sentence he can get in before the rubbing of his pinfeathers sets off an intense bodily reaction in him; his hips jerk forward into absolutely nothing, a loud moan breaking free from his lips and from there bleeding out into several smaller strings of them. Ain occupies his mouth yet again with Vash in short order, a few more (now-shaky) passes of his tongue before he's taking the man deeper into his mouth, with no intent to let up much this time around.

Of course, he's moaning the entire time, with his nails digging slightly into Vash's hips. He usually doesn't kick off into full-blown moans until he's actually got someone down his throat — a lot of his one-nights in the past had no idea about the spot on his back — so this is sort of a new experience for both of them. Ain takes Vash deeper down his throat with each bob of his head, unable now to give as much praise as he really wants to. He'll do it when he's done, he thinks. Tell Vash he's a good boy and all.]

[Vash wishes he could appreciate the nuances of what Ain is doing here, he really does. But the fact of the matter is…he’s never been this horny in his damn life, so all he can focus on is how it feels. He feels like he can’t quite catch his breath properly as Ain works him over, Vash visibly struggling to stay still because his hips instinctively want to move. He’s careful though, but at the very least his feet will shuffle across the floor around Ain every so often, a whimper muffled by him biting at his lip or the inside of his cheek. Again, they’re not supposed to BE here, they can’t be heard…

Yet Vash ends up choking on another exclamation of Ain’s name as he doubles over slightly, suddenly keenly aware of the fact that he’s dribbling precum all over himself. Not that it matters, Ain is quick to lap it up as if it was never there, leaving Vash flustered and muttering the bird’s name like a mantra.]

Ain…Ain…feels good…

[And then oh. Oh.

Vash’s good hand suddenly flies to Ain’s head when he takes him deeper into his mouth, presenting him with a sensation that is 10x as effective as the last. The moan that leaves him this time borders on a sob (a good thing) as he holds his palm firm against the crown of Ain’s head, his knees quaking around him.]

N-ah! Ah!!

[He can feel something building, now. It manifests as a pleasant ache in his length, a tight curl of arousal in the pit of his stomach. His hips cant forwards in spite of himself, mouth half open as he pants. He’s already close-]

Ai- Ain…ain- aihhh-nnn-!!

[They're not supposed to be here, but that's what makes it exciting, really. They have to be quiet, even if they want to be loud. They're throwing caution to the wind right now and Ain can't find it in him to care, really, because they were going to have to leave eventually. Maybe it'll be tomorrow, oh well, it's too late now to think about it.

Normally, at this point, he'd pull off and edge the guy stupid. It's his favourite thing, edging people, but. This is Vash, and Vash does not need to be exposed to the absolute horrors of how long Ain can edge people for, and he doesn't want to disappoint right now either. Plus, it's cute. It's incredibly endearing to him just how much his master is getting into this, and he's just so pleasantly whiny about it all that it's setting Ain's blood on fire.

Tonight is the night he has zero patience, apparently.

So Ain hums, especially when hips rock forward into his mouth and cause yet another pleased little noise to escape him. Between that and his wings, he might actually be too loud himself, despite the fact that he's muffled right now for obvious reasons. It's all too good; he should have done this sooner. He hollows his cheeks out a bit to take Vash as deep as he can, until his nose is brushing against the hair below his navel and he can feel the head of Vash's dick in his throat.

And that is when his moaning worsens, likely to Vash's benefit all things considered, and he presses his tongue against the underside to increase the pressure and bobs his head just a bit faster. He will swallow everything like this without complaint, when the time comes.]

[If this keeps up...they'll be leaving in the morning, no question. Vash has already lost his grasp on actually staying quiet, and the more he tries to muffle himself, the harder it gets to keep his voice down. The way it ekes out of him is desperate and needy, and no doubt Ain is eating up every bit of it as Vash moves a little more against him, just barely managing to resist the urge to thrust into his throat. If Ain edged him right now? Vash would probably legitimately start crying. Actually, he might if he edged him at all, but you know-

He's unable to speak anymore. Every sound that comes out of him is unintelligable and garbled at best, worsening as Ain decides he's just going to go all in and swallow him down proper. The heels of his boots skid against the wood underneath his feet as he struggles for purchase against Ain, his hands once more moving to fitfully brush through his wing, the other holding his hip so tightly it's undoubtedly going to leave bruises behind. He never would have imagined that Ain would be able to take him so deep that his lips are flush with his skin, but there you go. It's happening, and Vash...can't take any more.

Vash chokes on a stuttering whine as his hips jerk forward a time or two more, the faster pace Ain sets met finally with his cock leaping in his throat. He gasps, eyes flying open as he feels his body lose control of itself, spasms overtaking him as he cums fitfully down Ain's throat.]

[Ain is so pleased. Life is great, there's a cute boy pulsing down his throat and touching his wings and if he died now he'd die happy. Luckily, he doesn't die. Magical how that happens.

Ain patiently waits — with his head between Vash's thighs — for him to finish, gives it a moment, and then slowly backs off with a wet pop sound. His cheeks are dusted red, and there's a still-lustful haze in his eyes, but. for now.

He lays his head against Vash's thigh as he's been doing like, all day today, and then. Surprise, the trilling starts back up.

He is very happy :)]

[Vash...is exhausted. But also weirdly exilerated all at the same time. The adrenaline rush is really keeping his brain on a live wire, every cell in his body screaming for both less and more at the same time. Ain is correct: he is very oversensitive right now, so it's a good thing Ain pulled off when he did. He's still twitching long after Ain moves away, every breath coming heavy like he just ran a marathon even though Ain did all of the work.

His hand, which had a vice grip on his hip before, moves now so that he can touch the side of Ain's face, gently searching as he cups his jaw, then cheek, then brushes his fingers back through his hair. The soft trilling makes Vash feel so warm inside, on top of the warmth he feels from...well. That Orgasm Holy Shit.

He needs...to just sit here and remember how to exist for a moment.]

Ain...

[Also enjoy having your name plaintively whined like a puppy-]

[Ain would love to just tuck Vash back into his pants and call it, but his head is still swimming with ideas of how to top this man senseless, so. He's just making noise now from where he's still on his knees.]

Haha, was it good? You did well, for your first time. [he didn't really do anything at all, in fact.] It's cute, how vocal you are!

[This, again, comes from a literal bird. Vash usually makes Ain sing, so it can totally be the other way around this time, right?]

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