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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.

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[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?]

I...I've never...felt anything like that before.

[Like. The boy's had an orgasm, he isn't THAT inept. But what he hasn't experienced before is...this. He never thought he was capable, or perhaps...deserving. He parted ways with his last companion feeling so...lonely. Alone. Now here Ain is, leaving him feeling like he's worth more than all of the mistakes he's made.

It's that feeling again. That tightness in his chest. He had hoped he wouldn't feel it again any time soon, because usually when this starts happening...it's when he loses people.

And he can't lose Ain. He can't.]

...Thank you, Ain. [He murmurs, brushing the pet's hair back.] That was amazing.

[It'll be far, far harder to lose Ain than Vash thinks. Ain is... clingy. Clingy and impossible to get rid of unless Vash drugs him and leaves him out in the rain, asleep on the sidewalk, and even then there's still a fifty percent chance Ain scouts him out again afterwards. The only other real chance he has of making Ain go away is to purposely drive him out — be a little too mean, a little too disappointed, a little too critical, and then he's gone.

Vash is kind, though, and that means Ain wants to stay. To stay and sing him songs all day and wrap him in his wings and fall asleep on him. Completely normal things to do. Very platonic. He would kill for Vash, and that's not remotely a lie.]

I've wanted to do something like that for a while, I think. [He says, softly.] Mm... but I want to do more than that, too. It doesn't have to be now, of course.

[He is achingly hard but he has hands, it's okay.]

Something more...

[Computing. The screensaver in his brain is working overtime. He is Thinking, remembering his conversations with Rem...

Vash tilts his head just a little, thumbing through Ain's bangs, and as sincerely as he possibly can muster.]

Do you mean sex?

[Ain can't help but laugh at the blunt way the question is asked, for some reason. It's sort of funny, given the moment. Vash is here with his pants around his ankles and Ain in his lap and maybe it would be more obvious that Ain wants to dick him down if he weren't braincell-less, but alas.]

Yes, I mean sex. [Green eyes flick up to look at his expression, half-closed when his bangs inevitably go falling back against his forehead as Vash's fingers pass through.] I want to treat you well, like you deserve, but I'm also wondering what you'd sound like when someone is blowing your back out.

[AIN]

Haha, is that too forward?

[His braincells have left him...they've melted right out of his ears, he's so sorry. He's glad that Ain is humoring him at least, him and his sincerity because it was a genuine question he needs to know-

His mouth does drop open for a second when Ain says that, however, and a shaky laugh makes its way out of him as he shuffles his feet around where Ain still has his head between his knees, bracketing them both with his wings.]

I...I don't know if you can be too forward, after this...

[Now if only he knew what exactly "blowing your back out" means-

LIKE HE CAN HAZARD A GUESS BUT WHAT IF HE'S WRONG]

[It means escaping tomorrow is going to be done when Ain literally flies them out of here rather than them running because Vash will not be walking :) But don't worry about that.]

There are lots of things I could say that would be more forward, I think, but I don't want to make you pass out. They're vulgar. [ :) ] It's up to you. If you want to get dressed and call it here, I don't mind, but I'll need some time alone in the shower.

[ :)))))))))

Don't think he's entirely unaffected by all of this, oh no, this is not one-sided at all sir.]

[Make him pass out he dares you, he's an alien life form he's stronger than he looks!

He tilts his head again, thiss time moving his hand to trace Ain's jaw, thoughtful.]

I think...maybe we should continue this conversation in the bedroom?

[This couch is not super comfortable as it is- not like the dinky bed is either- and poor Ain has been on his knees on hardwood this whole time-]

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Okay yeah time for the rest of those clothes, shoes included, to be all the way off, because after that? Ain is just gonna wordlessly pick Vash up in a bridal carry and walk to the bedroom. Don't worry about the state of his knees by the way he's fine, he was formerly the town bicycle about 6 towns ago so it's all good—

Vash might get a Glimpse of it on the way, but yeah, your boy is rock fucking solid. Ain normally wears the tightest pants known to man so this is made fifteen times worse by appearance, actually, but he's real proficient at ignoring it to get stuff done. Kind of.

The bedroom is like a ten-second speed walk, and Ain sets-slash-half-tosses Vash onto the bed before crawling over him to kiss him breathless, sorry about the taste — and then he backs off and gets up to go find where he put the lube that he definitely stole.]

Just give me a moment to find...

[He begins, digging around in the bedside table. It's an awful table; one of the legs is two seconds from breaking, somehow, like this thing has to be one hundred years old. The drawer gets stuck and Ain genuinely has to yank on it to get it open, and after that, there's the small issue of the drawer Will Not close again, so. It gets to just live like that he supposes. The only things in there are a bottle (previously opened) and pack of condoms (also previously opened), and Ain decides he does not want to explain to Vash the whole cleanup process quite yet when they're definitely going to have to deal with the police in the morning, so. Condom it is. Speak now or forever hold your peace etc.

With that out of the way, said objects that Ain reasonably Should Not Prioritize as a fugitive are set on the side of the bed to be gotten later, and then he's climbing back over Vash to kiss him and trill in the back of his throat again.]

Do you want to do the honours of undressing me, or do you want me to do it and let you watch?

[There's an appeal in it either way. He's gonna let his very cute master decide, though.]

Wh-?

[Oh, hello. Vash would have gladly gotten up and walked to the bedroom like a normal person, he was not at all expecting to be carried. He's not usually the carried one, he's more often the carrier...and this, above all things, is somehow what makes him turn red again, all the way to the tips of his ears. He puts his arms reflexively around Ain's neck even though he isn't afraid of falling, his long legs draped over the bird's arm as he walks them both back to their ramshackle bedroom that's about to not be their room anymore in a couple hours.

Tossed onto the bed with ease, Vash only has enough time to take a breath before the air is once more stolen from his lungs, Ain making sure he's left panting again long before he even bothers to go for the lube. Don't mind him, he's just going to lay back against the maybe one pillow they have to share between them and gently die for a moment.]

H-hah...

[He blows his hair out of his eyes so he can more easily watch Ain as he gathers supplies. Lube, condoms...Vash knows of both, but has familiarity with neither. He regards them with brows raised, only to be left with a choice to make, one that's unsurprisingly a little difficult to decide on...]

I...I'd like to, if that's okay.

[He...wants to touch you more.]

Okay. Then... here. The shirt ties in the back on the top and bottom.

[And his pants are pants. Like. They unbutton and unzip like pants do. But Ain wears sleeveless things always, and because of his wings, real shirts are hard to put on, so this one is easy. Untie the bit around his neck, untie what's around his back, and then it'll just slide off. He'll even turn around so that it's easier to do.

Of course, like his cheeks are, he is... covered in freckles. Like, they're everywhere — smattered over his shoulders and down his chest, over his hips, there are some on his ass if Vash wants to sneak a peek there too. On his thighs, where he has some whorling, green tattoos wrapped around them like vines. Surprise!

He's lean, toned, the physique of someone who flies and can lift a fully-grown man with no effort, and also someone who has been known to conjure magical swords and swing them at people. Not overly-muscular, but not exactly a twink despite what his bulky coats want people to think.

He is also, frankly, very responsive to being touched everywhere, if Vash wants to take a moment to explore.]

[Thank you for instructing him on how your shirt works, Ain, he might have sat there struggling with it for a few awkward seconds otherwise. Fortunately, Vash is able to get his top undone in record time, but the fact that he's turned around has presented him with...a unique opportunity, all told. Like, he should be getting his pants and everything else off, he knows that. But...

With Ain knelt in front of him like this, it makes it easier for Vash to sit forward slightly, tracing his hands down the smooth slope of his back. He feels his shoulderblades, all the way down to where those wings meet skin, though he doesn't actually touch their bases yet. Ain might notice Vash is instead brushing his hands over the larger parts of them, gently pulling them in closer to him as if to reach them better.

Then...without warning, he leans in between them and kisses Ain at the base of his left wing, where the appendage connects to his body.]

[hi hello, Ain has now passed away. Good luck out there without him Vash you're gonna need it.

Or rather, that's an exaggeration, he hasn't passed away but the noise he makes might make it sound like he's going through death throes all of a sudden. Ain's spine arches forward, a full-body shudder wracking him. Oh, good god, if he wasn't going to Hell before now he's going there solely because of the moan that ekes out of him.

Boy, he warned you that was a Spot for him—!]

H-aah, you're... mmph. [Words.] You can keep doing that... for as long as you want.

[YES, WELL...maybe that's why he wanted to kiss you there, did you ever think of that...because he figured Ain would make a noise, he just wasn't expecting how pornographic it ends up being, holy shit. Vash can't help the way he gasps a little- a gasp that Ain will FEEL against his skin, by the way- yet...he doesn't want to let up. Especially not when Ain has given him permission to keep going.

So what if he, just...

Pulls Ain gently closer to him, pressing another kiss to the line of feathers there, open-mouthed this time. His hand- the prosthetic this time- traces the edge of the wing he can't quite reach with his mouth right now, just so it's not being neglected. Again...and again. Audible kisses against both skin and downy feathers.]

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