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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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[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.]

Oh Goddess, Vash—

[If he wants pornographic, that's absolutely what he's getting. Ain's mind blanks completely, and he absolutely forgets himself in the moment, hips canting into nothing at all. He flutters his eyes shut for a brief second, sighing—]

G...good boy. [sweetie you are so not a top right now enough with that shit.] Give me your other hand.

[He's not taking no for an answer about it, and he'll reach around to grab the flesh-and-blood one either way, dragging it to his front, where he's very much painfully hard and in need of some sort of friction.]

[Being able to please his pet, and know he's actually doing a good job of it, is unbelievably exciting for Vash. He can feel his heart race as Ain becomes so lost in the pleasure of having his wings kissed that he just humps the air, and luckily he's able to take the reigns again because Vash was already thinking "I wish I could do more".

Well! This sure is more, ain't it?

He lets Ain take his good hand, tugging his arm forward until his fingertips brush across his erection, Vash realizing immediately that poor Ain has probably been like this for a while. He feels a bit bad about him just...being neglected for so long, admittedly, which is why he's quick to take the iniative and wrap his hand around the bird's length. Vash has some pretty large hands to suit his even lankier frame, his fingers thin and flexible enough to easily wrap around, and thankfully there is plenty enough precum already slicked over him that he doesn't even need to bother with lube just yet.

Vash begins to stroke Ain in earnest, now, burying his face back into his wings as he goes. Like yes, he should probably be a little LESS eager if they want to actually do anything else, but also............

Boy pretty, and those noises he's making are getting him hard again.]

[That's much better. Now, Ain's hips rock up into Vash's hand instead, and his head rolls back and all that leaves his lips is the most helpless-sounding moan. He's twitching and pulsing in Vash's grip, horribly afflicted, definitely letting himself get a bit too close to the edge for what they actually should be doing. But.

God. That spot on his back is so damn good, and he wonders if he hadn't said anything earlier where they'd be, like, if Vash would have just kept going innocently enough until Ain fucking came in his pants about it. Ugh.

Ugh!

He needs to regain his ability to Top, pronto, or he's going to be the most useless puddle of feathers on the bed in record time. But Ain lets himself be carried all the way to the edge, rocking his hips and whining out Vash's name the entire time, up until he feels something want to snap in him and he reaches his hand out to stop Vash. A little tap on the wrist.]

I'm going to cum if you keep that up, [he warns, breathless,] so unless you want to wait ten minutes for me to get hard again...

[Like. He's giving you permission, but be warned you're gonna be blueballed for a bit—]

Mm... but you're doing so well. We'll have to do this again later, hm?

[Honestly? Ain is right. Vash would have done just that, and then would have been all :3? About it when Ain had to excuse himself to the bathroom after ruining his pants. Fortunately, that’s not the timeline they’re in; UNfortunately…Vash is still quite eager to please, and he only just barely manages to stop when Ain stays his hand. He’s breathing hard again, his forehead presses against his back from behind, still between his wings.

Vash breathes out harshly a couple times, his breath hot again the bird’s skin.]

I…I’ll do whatever you want, Ain…

[Be it doing this again, or stopping so he doesn’t cum early, OR just jerking him off right here and now. All is on the table because Vash lives to please as he nuzzles the nape of his neck.]

I just want you…more. Like this.

[This really is two bottoms trying to out-please the other one, isn't it. Luckily, Ain is very receptive to the idea, and like. To Vash's credit? His words have Ain pulsing just a bit, and there's some sort of weird thud in his chest also, but he's ignoring that. If he goes into cardiac arrest it's gotta be like, AFTER they're done here.

Ain leans back, which will inevitably force Vash's head away from his back — but he's doing that so he can lean and kiss Vash's jawline again. There are no words to say how much he appreciates Vash, really.]

Haha, do you think I'm done with you? I just like edging, that's all. [he does not explain.] I'll show you how good it can be next time. I think it would be a good look for you!

[sir—

But Ain's already freeing himself from Vash's grip, to push him back onto the mattress and climb over him. He lets his wings go slack on either side of them, draping across the mattress, and just... kisses Vash stupid, again, because if Ain were to pick anything at all that's his favourite, it's kissing. He loves it a little too much, and he needs the temporary break before he busts early and they have to wait a bit.

Eventually, though... eventually he sits back up, back on his calves and between Vash's legs, looking pleasantly devious as he reaches for the bottle of lubricant.]

You'll have to tell me if this is too much, [he says casually, like he's talking about the weather forecast,] alright? I don't want it to be uncomfortable for you.

[Ain's doing all of this in full view of Vash, so he can see exactly what's going on — coating his fingers with lube and then pressing the cap on the bottle closed to put it aside. He warms it a bit in his hands first — temperature play is for way later — and then reaches down, but hesitates before actually slipping a finger into his master.]

Oh, and try to relax. It'll make it easier.

[And that's the last warning Vash gets before Ain slowly starts to work his finger in, keeping his other hand braced on Vash's knee and trying to rub soothing circles into it. God, he remembers being a virgin, this used to be the worst part...]

[PLEASE do not go into cardiac arrest before stealing his virginity away, Vash might die if you do. At the very least, Ain isn't alone in what he's feeling right now. Vash has been struggling against that tight-chest, heart achey sensation for a while now, which is hard to ignore when Ain keeps smiling up at him like he wishes he could give him the whole world.

Vash sighs as he's pushed back to lay down again, tilting his head up to facilitate more kisses from Ain. He could gennuinely just lay here and let the bird kiss every inch of his body, but if they did that they'd be doing it all night, and they might miss check-out time in the morning. Of course, that still remains to be seen as Vash is abruptly being assaulted with kisses again, and this time he wastes no time reaching up to cup Ain's face between both real and metal hands, his thumbs brushing gently over his freckled cheeks. Maybe when they're in a safer area, and are not both so riled up, they can just spend a day kissing each other lazily in bed. That would be nice.

Again though, Vash is...a virgin and a baby, so he has no real idea of what to expect here. They live in [vauge advanced time period] so its very likely Rem taught him about all flavors of orientations, but that doesn't mean he's versed in the practices each may partake in. He's a smart boy, he's been making some educated guesses here, but what he isn't expecting is...]

Nnhh.

[Ah. It is...Uncomfortable. Painful for some, but for Vash who has experienced pain on a much worse scale than this, it's more mildly inconvenient than anything. He nods to let Ain know he's okay, resting his head back against the pillow.]

It...feels pretty weird...

It usually does, [Ain says, for lack of any real wisdom to share here,] but it's necessary, I promise.

[There are very few people into being railed without prep, Ain is not doing that, you cannot pay him to do that. He's kicked people in the face for trying to do that. Maybe one day, Vash will get to hear these stories, because they make for entertaining conversations. Like girls talking about their exes over tea but it's Ain desperately trying to work the coffee machine while talking about a toothy blowjob.

Romantic.

The oddness is going to continue for a bit, though, as Ain stretches him out. As a distraction... he leans over and kisses his cheek again, peppering them all over as he'd done earlier. The whole time, as Ain so often does, he's making soft little noises in the back of his throat — musical and hopefully comforting, how he normally does if Vash comes home hurt or otherwise in rough shape. They're sweet and loving and if only either of them knew that latter bit enough to put words to it.

Vash is doing a lot better than some of his older partners had, though. Ain doesn't feel pressed to rush, but by the point it seems like Vash has acclimated to penetration... he adds another finger, this time aiming for pleasure as well, hooking his fingers in a "come hither" motion and dragging.]

[If Ain says it's necessary, then Vash believes him. He's the one with the experience here, so who is he to argue otherwise? Plus, he's kindof...really enjoying the attention, so he isn't going to complain. It's not often that he's the one taken care of, when Vash spends most of his time and energy trying to save other people (or remove himself from situations where he's putting people he cares about in danger). He lays there and tries to be patient and a Good Boy about it, his expression tightening every so often when something feels a little too tight, or Weird(tm). Again, the pain he's feeling is minimal and easy to look past, it's just...not pleasurable, is the thing. Like he guesses he can feel...a little hint of a distant something, but it's a far cry from being sucked off. It's a little bit worrying, actually. He doesn't want to be disappointing, but it doesn't feel...

He turns his head a little, watching Ain past blonde lashes as he works him over. The distracting does help as Vash melts into the kisses he receives, occasionally softly moaning or whimpering when Ain kisses near his neck. The trilling is very comforting, and if they weren't busy right now, he'd be liable to just fall asleep to it, honestly.

Vash isn't sure exactly how much time passes as he lays there with his legs spread, eventually looking up towards the ceiling. He's tempted to ask Ain if there's something specific he should be doing, or a feeling he needs to be looking for...when Ain suddenly adds a second finger to the mix. It takes little searching and persuasion to find what he's looking for (Vash has no fucking idea), and when Ain finally manages to hit it? Vash lets out a noise that's so sharp and sudden that it almost sounds pained, and his knees suddenly come together so fast that he hits Ain's sides with them accidentally. He's too stunned to realize it for a second as he shakes against the spike of pleasure that just zapped him like a bolt of lightning, leaving him gasping and digging at the sheets with a free hand.

Eventually his legs relax enough to slide away from the vice-grip he'd had on Ain, gaze bleary as he looks up at him like he just unlocked the mysteries of the universe or something.]

A....Ain...?

[Ain doesn't have normal reactions to things, and like. he's been there. So all he does is laugh quietly, sitting up a bit to give Vash a warm, pleased look.]

Did that feel good? [He asks, knowingly, making some happy clicking noise in the back of his throat on instinct.] Don't worry, I'm alright. You didn't do any damage with that. I thought it was cute!

[He is very, very casual about all of this, partly because Ain has the general demeanour of someone who is never worried (he is always worried but that's not the point), and partly because he doesn't want to say something gravely serious and freak Vash out. If getting kneed in the ribs leaves a bruise, oh well, he'll live.

He's also not sure how to explain the technical anatomy here, and maybe a discussion on science is not sexy in bed. Ain doesn't know. Ain can barely function as it is. He'll just save the anatomical names for later, he thinks.]

Do you want me to continue? You're doing well! I'm impressed!

Yes. [Vash blurts before he can think twice about it. Yes it felt good, yes he wants him to continue, oh my god-] I don't...I don't know what you did, but...

[He squirms a little, sucking in a breath through his teeth.]

Can you do it again? Please?

[Oh honey—]

It'll happen a lot, trust me. You don't have to ask me twice!

[Vash is alive and okay and that means he's good to continue, Ain didn't jostle his brain too much with that. He remembers exactly how he moved his fingers just then, too, and so, leaning back over Vash to kiss him — on the lips this time — he repeats that same motion with his fingers. This time, it's much more purposeful than the last, an even slower drag so that Vash can really feel that spot of pleasure.

He's so cute... it's so unfair. His cute aggression is just worsening by the second. Each noise and cry of pleasure Vash makes leaves Ain twitching and wanting to just rail his brains out already, and he's barely restraining the need to do so at this point. There's just something about Vash... he can't pin it. He just wants to make him cry. In a good way! In a good way.

Like last time, Ain gives it a bit for Vash to acclimate, and then there's another finger being added. This one is the last, he swears. He's trying to ramp the pleasure up as he goes, but also get Vash used to the feeling of having something In him because. well. He's soon to discover that dicks take up a lot more space than fingers do.]

[Please rail his brains out, he can take it. This man has survived point-blank gunshots and he's still on this earth, so Ain would have to literally shatter his pelvis to kill him, and even then he might not manage it. As it stands, all he can think about himself are Ain's fingers inside of him, Vash's head tumbling back against the pillow again when Ain gently drags them inside, and he just...]

A-in!

[He just. Cannot be quiet anymore. He physically can't. Their neighbors no doubt know they're here, and if they don't end up calling the police before long, they will by morning. Vash...isn't thinking about any of that right now though, because for the first time in a while escape isn't at the forefront of his mind. Ain is. Ain may as well be all that exists in the world, right now. And it's hard, because if he were allowed, he'd just rock himself on those fingers until he came, despite knowing Ain isn't going to actually allow that (and he doesn't want that, he knows that he's got better things planned anyway). He has to settle with dancing on the edge, gritting his teeth with his head writhing this way and that, both hands fisting the sheets since they fell away from Ain's body a long time ago. They'll return, eventually.

Three fingers leaves Vash moaning openly with every movement, his chest heaving along with his heels struggling to find a foothold around each of Ain's hips. He's dying? He's going to die. He's pretty sure this is the end for him.]

[Next time they have sex — because there's gonna be a next time, Ain's determined — Ain will absolutely let Vash get off on his fingers. And then on his dick. And then any other possible way he can. If time were infinite...

He can't be melancholy about it, though. He has a boy squirming underneath him, losing himself to pleasure, and it's... it's just nice, to see Vash in this way. Having fun, not stressing about where they're going to go, blissed out. Urgh. Ain wants to give him the entire world but all he has is like two dollars to his name.

The finger-fucking doesn't last much longer than that. Ain isn't purposely trying to edge Vash (this time), but he's sorry for when it inevitably happens as his fingers curl one last time and he drags them out.]

Just give me a moment, [Ain says, sitting back on his heels to grab a condom and lube up, tearing into the wrapper with his teeth,] and tell me if it hurts too much, alright?

[Ain is, uh, not Small. And, again, he's much bigger than fingers are. Vash can swear up and down he's had extreme pain before, doesn't matter, Ain's not going to give him anything other than the best treatment.

He settles comfortably between Vash's thighs and holds his legs apart for the time being, just enough to make sure Vash doesn't clamp his legs shut too early. With one last glance at his face that Ain hopes reads relax, I'll take care of you, Ain slowly starts to work his way inside, giving Vash ample time to adjust with each shallow rock of his hips. A sigh tumbles from his lips as soon as he bottoms out, and Ain momentarily bites his bottom lip.

God. He can tell it's been a while since he's gotten up to any Shenanigans, because just the tightness alone has him halfway on the edge already. Or maybe it's just emotional overload because Vash is just. everything to him right now. Either or.]

You... [huff.] Tell me when you feel comfortable enough for me to move.

[If there's one thing Vash will give to Ain, it's that while he is quite vocal, he's also vocal in the sense that he's making sure Vash is okay at every turn. It might even be overkill, just a small bit, but Vash doesn't care. He appreciates the attention and care because most people overlook that sort of thing, and he's too...himself to correct people or do anything about it. Also, he's too entranced by the way Ain ripped that condom open with his teeth to be bothered either, so there's that.

He exhales and nods a little shakily, realizing in that moment that he isn't sure where he should put his hands. Keeping them on the bed at his sides feels a little bit sully, so just as Ain is settling inbetween his legs, Vash will reach out and settle a hand on each hip, inwardly hoping that the cool texture of his left hand isn't too much of a bother. He takes another breath, reasonably sure he's ready...until realizing he wasn't prepared at all when Ain starts to enter him, and he exhales on a sound that sounds like a squeaky door hinge.]

A-...ah-nn-

[Ah. Okay. Now this hurts. It's a burn unlike anything he has ever felt, mostly because this isn't a part of him that's ever taken any sort of beating before. He wouldn't call it unbearable, but Ain is definitely going to notice that Vash is McStruggling to seem like he's okay this time. Even as he works up a slight smile and nods quickly, his fingertips digging into Ain's skin.]

I-I- oh- ...I will....aa--a....

[Ain is stronger than the US marines for just not fucking Vash into a smear on the mattress within the first few seconds, and Vash willl have to thank him for that later. But slowly but surely, as Ain carefully rocks his hips in as he pushes his way forward, Vash can feel himself start to relax. Slowly, slowly...]

Y...you're so...

[?]

Big...

[Ohhh he's so cute. Ain can't help but smile — smirk, maybe — down at Vash from where he hovers over him. The hands on his hips are divine, and. yeah, it is difficult for him not to rail the man brainless immediately and break their bed, but Ain can have a modicum of self-control for a bit (unlike earlier). Looking at Vash all flushed and heated is a goddamn treat.]

I wish you could see how you look right now, [he whispers, fingers clutching the sheets on either side of Vash,] it's perfect. You're gorgeous...

[Ain could genuinely spend like. hours. like this, and he would be perfectly happy. Do not ask questions about Ain's libido it is extremely off the charts.]

So tight... [He leans down, to occupy himself giving open-mouthed kisses to Vash's neck.] ...Pretty... [kisskisskiss]

[Time to invest in a ceiling mirror, if they ever have the time to stay in one place for more than a week. Vash is pretty sure he'd be hugely embarrassed if he did see himself right now, so he's glad that whatever sight Ain is seeing, it's for his eyes only. He seems to be really enjoying it though, if the way he's gazing at him is anything to go by. It makes Vash's heart flutter, just as the way Ain leans in to kiss him more does.

His neck is one of those places that really gets him, he's finding, as his back arches and he keens. His whole body is hypersensitive right now, like he's comprised of a live wire that Ain just keeps brushing his fingertips along, teasing. It makes Vash want to cry, but in a good way.]

Ah...hah...

[Give him a second, all he can do is just. Breathe, for a minute, his eyes rolling back up to look at the ceiling. Never did he think this was how his day would be going, but he sure as hell isn't going to complain.]

You...you can move. I'm okay...

[Ain's whore ass would love to invest in any sort of mirror big enough to fuck someone in front of, but that's a kink they can explore another day. Maybe they'll break into an abandoned hotel some time that has ceiling mirrors and things like that so he can go :3c at Vash for an entire day. What a dream.

But no, right now? Right now, this is indeed a vision only for Ain to behold, and he's eating it up. He's so very appreciative of that arching spine and Vash's sighs, the obvious struggle to keep his composure... oh boy, there is a beast awakening in him all over again. Ain is so sorry for the horrible (good) things that are going to happen.

Moving, though. Moving is a thing he can do, and the second Vash gives him permission, Ain doesn't waste a second. It's shallow to start, a slow draw of his hips out before he presses back in, but oh gods is it actually heavenly. Just that little bit of movement is enough to make Ain's brain recalibrate entirely. He's going to spoil this man rotten when he can get a grip again.]

Oh, you're so cute... [He's said it once, he'll say it again. Vash is goddamn adorable, and Ain is rapidly losing the vocabulary to say as much.] You take it so well... such a good boy.

[Ain jerks his hips forward, far more harshly than the other shallow thrusts, as he says that. It's not exactly intentional, more a consequence of losing his mind in the heat-haze, but. oops. Sorry—]

[Is...it bad that Vash is coming to the startingly fast realization that he is probably not going to last very long...longer than he would have if he didn't get sucked off once, but ALSO...

His eyes flutter, and as much as he wants to say something, he just fucking cannot. Not when Ain is actively moving, and every even slight rock of his hips forward is enough to send electric shocks through his entire body. If this is all it takes for the beast to awaken in Ain, then just wait until they get into doing this more often. Vash may die for real, then.

Though Vash's hands had been on Ain's hips this whole time...when he starts moving in earnest, he finally changes his mind and moves to instead wrap his arms around Vash's neck, only briefly feeling silly in doing so until his hips jerk forward into him, jolting Vash's body and causing him to cry out so sharply that his voice cracks at the peak of it, his head lolling forward so he can bury his face into the side of Ain's neck. His whimpers are muffled against the skin there as he tries (and fails) to keep his feet planted to the bed because eventually, those too get hooked around the bird's hips, Vash turning his face to take a breath and also cry out again.

It doesn't help that Ain calling him cute...telling him he's a good boy...it's doing things to him, man.

Again. Who is the owner and who is the pet, here-]

Ain...Ain!

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