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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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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!

[They'll solve that issue whenever they start to delve into BDSM—

It's fine if Vash is close because honestly... that's about how Ain likes it. If it were up to him (and Vash wasn't, y'know, new to this whole thing), Vash would be fucking empty by now. On a good day, Ain usually also lasts longer — if he's in charge, anyway, he's a quick shot if any control is wrestled away from him at all — but there's something about today where that's just not the case. He's feeling the pressure mount, too, and he can't tell if it's the emotional high or the fact that having his back kissed has him super riled or both. It's probably both.

And it's probably-definitely the increasing pace, too. The rolls of his hips get far less shallow and far sharper the longer it goes on, with Ain trying to hit that spot deep in him that he knows is gonna make Vash scream his head off. The bed frame is smacking the wall, the floor is sort of ominously creaking, and Ain isn't paying attention to any of it. He's long since stopped kissing Vash's neck just so he can watch his expressions and the way his chest heaves. Memorizing him, really. Next time he closes his eyes and sees images of Vash lost in pleasure... he's going to sleep well tonight.

Ain fucks into him harder, claws tearing at the sheets underneath them. Rest in peace to this place that they fuckin' destroyed.]

Vash... [so cute... too cute, ugh,] You look so good like this, ha...

[BDSM between these two WILL be an experience because Vash has never experienced pain that was sexy instead of life threatening. Imagine that being a possibility, couldn't be him. Also being tied up by the police is not exactly the same as having your pet tie you up, he's pretty sure.

Baby steps.

At this point, Vash has succumbed to Ain's control and there's no hope of him resurfacing. Every moan is a near-sob that he's only just barely managing to stifle a bit against Ain, because he knows they're getting dangerously close to having the cops called on them sooner than planned. Funny, since they're not even doing anything wrong at this exact moment, save for the fact that they're...not supposed to be here...

It doesn't matter either way. Nothing matters. Vash clings to Ain like a lifeline, the grip of his mechanical hand maybe a little too firm (but not enough to actually harm him, just leave a bruise that will definitely be persisting after tonight), his other hand finding its way around to Ain's back proper as his fingers scrabble for purchase, eventually finding one of those wings to bury itself into. The soft sensation on his fingertips is only amplified as he's being fucked senseless, he'll just have to be mindful that he doesn't accidentally pull on them too hard. And since Ain has foregone kissing him, Vash has nothing to keep himself occupied. All he can do is lay there and cry out every time their hips connect, and as he get closer with each second that passes, his back arches just that much more off the bed, his voice raising an octave at a time, until-

Vash builds to a peak unlike anything he's ever felt before. Not from pleasuring himself, nor even from the blowjob Ain treated him to earlier. It's a slow build in the pit of his stomach, warm and heady, before it billows outwards from that point, rising up into a crescendo that crashes over him so sudden and final that when Vash cums, he wails. Not super great in this case that this apartment is shitty, and that closed window probably barely did anything to hold the sound in as Vash convulses in Ain's arms, shooting thick ropes across both his own navel as well as Ain's.

His mind completely blanks out. He may as well not be here, Vash is no longer home.]

[Ain... is officially fucking feral. Hello. Boys...

Boys are so cute. Fuck.

Vash is going to have to hold on for a minute more, because the training wheels are off — Ain is this close to orgasm himself, just a few more thrusts and he'll be there, but he needs to go just a bit faster. There's no warning, simply Ain biting back a moan when he feels Vash clench around him and squaring his shoulders and railing the man until he's pretty sure the squeaking of the bed is almost louder than his partner. Almost.

He really doesn't make it that long. Eventually the rolls of his hips grow uneven and stuttered, and he hisses out Vash's name like a prayer through grit teeth. One last thrust sends him over the edge in short order, with Ain yet again crying out his name, a bitten-back sob as warmth floods the condom.

And then, he collapses, very dramatically, on top of Vash. He has passed away. Goodbye.]

Ha... I... [oh god his voice is hoarse and he wasn't even the loud one, for once,] I really... needed that.

[He needs a lot of things, like constant attention and shiny things and a cute boy to worship. Luckily the latter, he has.]

You're incredible, you know? I almost lost myself several times!

[Vash was already gone when he came, but when Ain keeps going? It's like he's going through the same thing all over again, only 10 times stronger. The way he gasps, trying to catch his breath, would be alarming if he weren't less than human, his arms locking around Ain's neck as he simply holds on for the ride at this point. Whatever worries he had earlier about underperforming are all gone now. It doesn't seem to matter that he came first, or quickly. Ain is still getting off all the same, and enjoying himself as he does so, and that's what matters. It both feels like it lasts forever, and ends too quickly all at the same time.

He's still panting, whining even from the aftershocks as Ain flops on top of him, his body still registering the sensation of the distant warmth from Ain spilling into that condom. It's nothing like what it would be if he came in him outright, but Ain was definitely smart in choosing to wrap up. They do Not have time to clean up properly, nor would Vash really get a chance to enjoy it besides...so this suffices for now. Good thing, too, because Ain is calling him incredible and Vash is somehow managing to turn even redder, if that's possible.]

N-...na-ah...a...ah...

[He will remember how to speak in a moment, please hold while he breathes.

Then:]

I...I want...again...

[...maybe not like RIGHT THIS SECOND but please don't let that be the last time you do this-]

[Ain sort of just. sits up a bit on his elbows and puts his chin in his hand. He's still fully laying across Vash and all, very much still In Him, but now with a better angle to look at him. There's a very playful curl in his lips while his free hand cards its way through Vash's hair.]

Oh? Do you? I guess I haven't folded you in half yet, huh?

[Ain you are saying things to a man who has No Idea what the fuck's going on.]

Here I was trying to go easy on you! Haha!

[That was going easy on him…? Vash can hardly imagine what Ain going at full throttle must be like, then…

He breathes out a shaky laugh, barely a whisper from how hoarse he sounds from all of the noises he’s been making, looking utterly ruined from the way he’s covered in his own jizz nearly clear to his chin.]

I…I guess not…

[Ah, he wants to kiss him…or touch him. But he can’t move. Moving is too hard right now, so instead Vash just sort of let’s his head flop sideways against the pillow, still tensing around Ain every so often.]

It…felt so good…I’ve never…ever felt that way before…

[The man is covered in bodily fluids and hickies and Ain would not have it any other way, honestly, except maybe what he thought about earlier with, y'know, the man being fucking empty. Hm.]

Aha, you have such a cute expression on your face. It makes me want to spoil you horribly, you know?

[Has he made this clear yet? Between saying he wants to decorate Vash in shiny things (his favourite things!!) and wanting to take care of him and make him feel good... it might be obvious, but Vash has like, Ego Issues. He'll just repeat it, in that case.]

I'll do that as much as you want. If it were up to me, you wouldn't be walking tomorrow at all. I'd have to get us breakfast and stuff, and you could just relax for once. [He hums, letting his free hand fall to Vash's cheek now.] It would be nice, wouldn't it?

[Again Vash laughs, though this time maybe a little more nervously. Wouldn’t be walking……? Oh, god.

Why does he…kindof want to test that theory though…..]

It would…if we didn’t have to make ourselves scarce.

[He does at least look genuinely apologetic in saying this, leaning his head into Ain’s hand like a puppy.]

I wish we could stay like this…longer. I’m sorry.

[Ah, yeah, the elephant in the room. They've been loud. And like, sure, that happens sometimes — Ain has certainly been places where the neighbours were too loud, like the last town they stayed at where someone down the hall was just a bit too noisy but it was fine because it was less attention on them — but it's way riskier now. Someone's gonna complain, someone's gonna come by soon, and they're gonna see Vash and start firing on him probably.

The thought pisses Ain off, the feathers on his wings puffing out momentarily, but it's not like he can do much about it other than defend Vash and get the hell outta dodge.]

...it's fine, [he says, eventually, but with an unmistakeable frown on his face,] in the next town over, we'll have fun there, right? I'd rather be with you over anything else.

[He untangles himself from Vash then with a little sigh, pulling out so that they can start to clean off and get re-dressed. It would be embarrassing if someone kicked their door in and they were dicks-out.

Ain ties the condom off and throws it into the trashcan next to the bed, and frankly that passive-aggressive part of him hopes that whoever has to clean the place out realises the war crimes that have occurred here and is Horrified with them.]

I'll bring you your clothes from the other room. Oh! And water.

[Enjoy getting to look at his bubble butt as he goes, tailfeathers swinging and wings half-folded. He'll be back in short order with a bundle of clothing, and then he disappears again to fill a canteen with water from the tap — it's not like they have like, glasses or anything — and grab a towel to wipe off with.

Ain is more than happy to clean Vash off, too, after handing him the canteen to drink from. And yes he is singing his little songs the whole time.]

[Why are you so good to him, what the fuck. What the fuck this is illegal. Never before- or at least in very recent memory- has anyone been so protective of him, and while he knows to be careful not to get used to it...it's still really nice. It makes him smile in spite of himself, brushing a hand over those feathers to help lay them back down just before Ain finally gets up. Getting up...is going to be a struggle, he's realizing...

So Vash simply Does Not just yet, laying there flat like he got rolled over by a steamroller as he very happily watches Ain leave. One of them got all of the cake between them both and it definitely was not Vash.

Vash's clothing has honestly seen better days, but maybe he can see about figuring out getting them cleaned once they're in the next town. The unfortunate thing about having your face plastered on wanted posters all over is that you're pretty easily recognized, so doing just...normal things is difficult to near impossible. A lot of the time, Vash has to get Ain to pop out for things, but as of late Ain has been getting implicated with his crimes. It won't be long before the bird has wanted posters of his own, linking him to Vash as an accomplice.

He doesn't want to think about that.

Instead, he opens his eyes again as Ain returns, pushing himself up on his elbows so he can have a drink.]

Thank you, Ain.

[Arigato.]

[They're honestly both in too deep to quit now. Dig a hole, dig it deeper, Ain knows there's no getting out and at this point he almost doesn't want out. The world is vast and people aren't too good at finding them, and Ain has the rather uncanny trait of simply being able to disappear in plain sight — not literally, just that people tend to forget about him if they're not really looking — so he thinks they'll be fine.]

Gern geschehen. ["You're welcome."] Just relax until we have to leave, alright? I'll make sure nothing happens.

[It would be hard to. At most, what's going to happen is the police are going to knock on their door, and if they're real unlucky they might kick it down. And maybe it would be wise to leave now, but Vash is currently a gelatinous blob on the bed and Ain wants him to rest after cleaning him off, so.

They'll deal with it. They're good at dealing with it.

Tragedy of tragedies, though, they have to get dressed. Womp womp. :(]

[Just relaxing generally isn't something that's in Vash's vocabulary, or genetic code for that matter, but he's reached a point of boneless where he's pretty sure he's helpless but to relax right now. That might just be the secret, if you want Vash to stop, you have to fuck him stupid first.

But, right. Clothing...

With considerable effort, Vash pushes himself fully upright, brushing a hand over the back of his hair. The soreness isn't going to fully set in until morning, or until he tries to get up and walk around for that matter, so for the time being it's not too difficult to get his clothes back on. He puts on everything except his jacket, knowing that they'll need to be ready to get the hell out of dodge at a moment's notice.

His jacket, meanwhile...he reaches over to drape it around Ain's shoulders, nearly completely swallowing him up in it.]

You aren't still hungry, are you? I know what I brought back wasn't much.

[...

Ain full stop just flops over and buries himself in the jacket. It's like the sort of reaction a cat has to having a sweater put on them, but instead it's just Ain being incredibly dumb over the fact he's been given the jacket. It smells like Vash...

Comfy.]

Haha, I'll be fine. We'll find something tomorrow.

[Before they entirely flop over and sleep, Ain sits back up to pack what little they have into their bag. Can't forget the lube— oh and he totally stole the towels from the bathroom at a hotel they stayed at once. And they have to have the canteen, and...

They should totally steal the bed sheets last-second. Or at least the comforter. They've still got room. Kinda. Maybe they can steal a bigger gym bag in the future.

Okay. NOW he's flopping over, but he's dragging Vash down with him.]

Rest. [he's not asking.] I'll sing you to sleep.

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