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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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[Vash will be shocked if Ain doesn't just loaf in a snowbank at some point, here. He keeps imagining him trying to take a bath in it...and it doesn't help that everything is so cold and wet now. He's definitely got reason to worry still that Ain is going to get sick from bathing in the fucking fountain when it was super too cold to do so.......sigh.

BUT that is a problem for future Vash. Right now, they have their sights set on the pet store. It's actually quite quaint, and there's a lot on offer they could be looking at other than accessories. Only problem is...as Vash was bracing for, things aren't cheap in here. They're not bank-breakingly expensive, or things they simply cannot afford, it's more that...if he gets something too pricey here, they'll have to stretch their money tomorrow. That, and he doesn't want Ain to have to push himself too hard to make the money back...

Pursing his lips, Vash walks over to a little stand with various collars on it of different sizes, materials, and patterns. He's immediately drawn to a collar that is made of leather (or probably a fake leather, really) and looks like greenish-blue and gold marble, and it stands out to him as something Ain might like pretty much on sight. The metal is rose gold, with a loop in the center for a tag. He carefully takes it down, bringing it over for Ain to see.]

What do you think of this one?

[They're pricey, yeah, and Ain unfortunately was gifted with the ability to read. It means he's not dumb, he's not oblivious to the price, and he knows it's a bit much to ask for this. It's why he said that they could forgo it now, but Vash wanted to, and so they're here.

Vash can worry about Ain working too hard on his own time, Ain will work hard and recoup that money so that they don't have to stretch too thin. They should have some more time here, since it's so secluded, and if he works every day... maybe they'll have enough to last for at least a day even after they get out of here. That's what Ain's thinking, as Vash holds up the collar and he looks it over.]

It's pretty!

["Pretty" is just his word, apparently.]

Do you think it would look good?

You would look good with all of these.

[Just. Putting that out there.]

But...there's only one way to find out!

[And that's by bringing the collar close so he can carefully unbuckle it, waiting to make sure Ain is ready for it before he reaches up to put it around his neck, making sure to put it on a notch that isn't too loose or too tight.

It's an instant change. Ain was very obviously a stray before, both in mannerisms and appearance, and people only need glance his way to realize that. With a collar on...that changes, no matter its meaning. It says without words "I'm taken". "I belong to someone".

Vash's heart stops beating, just for a moment.]

Oh...it looks perfect on you.

[And there are plenty of mirrors nearby if Ain wants to preen.]

[Ain disagrees with that, because there's an ugly-ass bright neon yellow collar that would not look good on his pasty white ass no matter how you slice it, but he doesn't have time to complain about it. He stands still while Vash clips the collar around his neck, and manages to not externalize the whole-ass moment he's having over this.

Internally, he's having heart palpitations, and that gross desire to kiss Vash again, except he has to reign it in like he did earlier. This feels like an opportune time to crawl into a certain blonde's lap and kiss him stupid, yet they are Standing In Public so that's not an option.

So. Instead of doing anything outwardly-passionate about the simple act of Vash actually locking the collar around his neck, Ain merely starts to trill in the back of his throat at it. He is a very happy boy. Happier still when Vash comments that it looks perfect, and even more thrilled when he turns his attention to a mirror nearby. He brings a hand up to rub at the material briefly, pointedly ignores the dusting of pink on his cheeks, and then turns back to Vash.]

You're right, it is perfect. [Other than the fact there's still like, a pricetag on it that sort of itches against his skin. But that'll be removed before they leave.] You picked a nice one!

[Trilling continues. Luckily this is a pet shop and this sort of behaviour is definitely normal.]

[Yeah Vash is, uh. Having a Moment of his own over here, because seeing Ain wearing a collar really puts their relationship into a different light. Ain, untameable, unknowable. Vash had just always assumed he would forever prefer it that way, and Vash would accept it because it would make their inevitable parting easier, but...now?

...he doesn't know what to do. He didn't know it would feel like this.

He probably ends up standing there just staring for a few seconds too long before he finally gets a hold of himself, shucking his hand through his hair as he turns to look at the tags next. The unfortunate fact about these is that Vash won't be able to get a personalized one. Or, rather...it wouldn't be safe for him to. Putting his name on Ain would be just as bad as Ain openly admitting to being his accomplice, though that ship has probably long since sailed at any rate.

Still, he browses the different shapes, picking a couple up to turn over in his fingers. Regular circle shapes, diamonds, stars...]

Ain...what should the tag say, you think?

[Vash like "teehee I think I can leave any time I want" and then Ain shows up like a wet rat on his doorstep 3 months later like :(

Anyway, they're never getting to that point, because Ain is too clingy to let things get that bad, and now he's been collared and he's trying not to be visibly dokis about it in the store.

The question of what the tag should say is beyond him, because Ain didn't get this far. In an ideal world, it would have Vash's name on it, but they can't really do that for obvious reasons. Not necessarily "we don't actually want to be known" reasons, just "if someone sees Vash's name on something they'll flip out" reasons. Which sucks.]

"If found, return to the pretty blonde man". [He's joking. Not about Vash being pretty but about what should be on the tag.] I actually don't know. How about...

[Moment of thought, then he lists off three things.]

"If I'm cute, you should see my owner" or "I'm not lost, please leave me alone" or "I know I'm cute, but you can't have me". Or something better, if you have anything, haha.

[Oh, all of those phrases are very silly...but very cute. Very Ain. They could be etched onto the tag for the purpose of letting people know Ain is taken by an Owner already, just not for identification purposes. If they ever wind up in a town that has laws about identifying pets...well, they break the law constantly anyway. They'd just have to fake it until they made it.

In the end, Vash ends up picking out a matching rose-gold tag in the shape of a diamond, one they'll have to bring over to the counter to have engraved.]

I like the last one. It sounds like something you'd say.

That's because I said it!

[...girl do you ever stop being dumb as hell.

Ain is satisfied with that, though. It's sassy enough to get people to realise he's owned, but charming enough to where most people will laugh and go "oh, you!" or "your owner is so clever!" or something. It works. Therefore, they go to the counter to get that engraved and pay for everything, which means Ain needs to take the collar off so that it can be properly rung up by the girl running the shop.

He'll just let Vash put it back on him, once the tag is in place too. Whether that's here, or outside, or at the inn remains to be seen. The important bit is he's not doing it himself. There's something weirdly intimate about having Vash do it, and he's too far gone to figure out why. He just likes it. It's simple.]

[Vash could put it back on in the pet store. He could even put it on in the inn, which would make it a lot more personal and intimate. But he's not really been able to do...much of anything openly with Ain pretty much ever, and this town is the closest he can and ever will get to that. Collaring your pets is not only normal, it's expected of their Owners. It won't be seen as unusual or strange; only the two of them will know there's a deeper undercurrent there, even if combined they don't have enough braincells to really get it.

Vash walks with Ain out into the snow, stopping only once they've reached an empty section of the sidewalk underneath a lamppost lit up for nighttime. They're in the town square presently, so there are a lot of people out right now, actually. Plenty of other humans and their pets...all of them plenty available to watch as Vash reaffixes the collar to Ain's neck, carefully clipping it into place.

Before he draws back, he brings two fingers to brush over the tag, causing it to make a soft jingling sound.]

There. You're mine, now.

["Aww look at who just got a new collar how nice :)" the passersby are probably thinking, while Ain and Vash both know this is something that runs a little deeper than that.

Ain is yet again struggling not to get all up in Vash's space, cling to him by his arm or hold his hand or kiss him stupid. It's such a difficult thing to control, you see. The man normally has no impulse control and does whatever he wants, damn the consequences, but he's... trying, for Vash's sake. Not his own, never his own.]

I've always been yours, but I'm glad it's official now.

[He really, genuinely is, and he says as much with a bright smile. Ain's genuine smiles are rare; Vash gets just about all of them, but he's usually smiling at something. He's difficult to read and makes himself that way on purpose, wearing a constantly-grinning mask that he rarely lets slip. If he lets it slip, people might know him, and it's as Vash always thinks: He doesn't want to be known. Not by anyone else, at least.

Enter Vash, who gets all of Ain's dumb laughter and big smiles and makes him blush uncontrollably over the littlest things. It's nice to be open with someone. It's nice to get things off his chest when he's otherwise so secretive, even though they came here early this morning and Ain had to admit that he was lying about just how much forbidden power he possesses.

It's hard to put into words, so Ain doesn't try, but he's eternally grateful to Vash for just being.]

...let's go back to the inn for the night. I want to... spend time with you. Alone.

[Oof. The impact of those words is...pretty damn scathing. Vash feels it in his core, and he realizes abruptly that he's had enough time out in the town frolicking in the snow. If Ain wanted to stay longer, then he would do so while Consumed With Lust, but. It doesn't sound like he wants to do that. He said so himself: I want to spend time with you alone.

And it's for that reason that Vash reaches for and takes Ain's hand, completely consumed by a moment of blind, gay panic to the point where he doesn't really think about how it might appear to onlookers. Onlookers, who just watched him collar his pet. He isn't really even aware of the others standing around at all as he starts to tug Ain down the sidewalk, at least until he inevitably bumps into somebody walking the other direction because he's clumsy and has to apologize about it.]

[They can look all they want. Maybe it'll look like Ain's in trouble because he's been an evil bird all day or something. They shuffle along through frost and through the nighttime crowd, pass underneath street lamps and avoid particular patches of ice when they spot someone eat shit ahead, and eventually they're back at the inn. The heat from the lobby fireplace hits Ain like a wall, and he has an immediate reaction of too hot while his body adjusts to the sudden temperature change.

Upstairs they go, still hand in hand, and only when they're back in their room again does Ain let go if only to kick his shoes and wet socks off real quick.

And then. Ain decides he cannot keep playing this waiting game, the kissing in the snow was not enough for him, and so — just like earlier — he's pinning Vash to the wall to kiss him stupid. They've barely made it past the lightswitch.]

[At this point, it's a miracle either of them have lasted this long. Their makeout session a few hours ago was an appetizer that Vash barely survived, and now? He's tipsy. Not full-on drunk, but not sober either. His inhibitions are lower, even lower than they would have been, and now he's got Ain putting hands on him, pinning him to the wall, kissing him...all things that any other owner would either 1) find inappropriate at best and jail-worthy at worst and 2) infuriating given the shift in power.

Vash does not care about any of that. This mad has been a bottom since day one, and the moment Ain starts to kiss him, Vash melts. He's only barely able to lift his hands to cup Ain's face in a desperate bid to keep him held closer for longer, whining softly into their kiss. He hasn't even gotten around to getting his own snow-soaked clothing off yet, but that will surely come in short order once they manage to drag themselves to the bed.

And this bed is nothing like the shoddy one they had before. It's soft, plush even. Vash isn't sure how they're even going to get up in the morning.]

[Fret not, Vash, jackets are already coming off at minimum, and they're going... on the floor because Ain doesn't care to try to put them somewhere else. That's where they go now.

He's already sticking his hands up underneath Vash's shirt.]

Hold on.

[And, instead of going to remove said shirt, Ain instead leans down to scoop Vash up and carry him the whole two feet to the bed, setting him down and crawling over him. They can continue their makeout session like this, with Ain seated between his legs and pushing his shirt up with a hand, letting fingertips dance over the expanse of his abdomen. The bruises from yesterday remain, slightly faded.

Ain swears in the back of his head he's usually not so aggressive. His self-control has always been pretty bad, a wall of paper standing between him and bad decisions, but tonight it's in shreds on the floor. And for once, it's not due to him going into heat, it's just Vash making him have emotional overload. Ain doesn't know what to do with emotional overload, so.

Guess he's just gonna nip Vash's bottom lip about it.]

[Ooooh my goooooooood

Vash has been picked up by Ain before. That much shouldn't be a surprise, yet he's thrown off by it every damn time. He swoons because most people couldn't do what Ain does to him, because he's not your average human (or human at all). Yet Ain manages to break the mold every time, even if it generally doesn't take a whole lot to surprise someone like Vash. He doesn't even have the time to put his arms around Ain as he's scooped, because before he knows it he's been deposited onto the bed and is left grappling with feeling hornier than he has his whole life, and that's saying a lot for a guy who has lived for a century.

A soft, gasped moan escapes Vash because he can't think to say anything, too overwhelmed by it all himself in the best way possible. It's the little bites that get him he realizes, be it to his lips or his neck or any other part Ain can reach. It makes him flinch and arch his back a little, used to pain and able to take it, but moreso expecting it to be a bad thing. Like getting shot, or hit with the butt of a gun. Ain...makes it something more than that. Something he can actually enjoy and look forward to, because it's in the hands of someone he l..........lo............

Cares about a lot.]

A-ah...Ain...

[One day they'll figure it out. Tonight is not time for emotional introspection, though. Ain has a boy squirming underneath him and he can't leave said boy alone, okay, it would require stopping to think and he prefers his brain empty.

Ain sits up just slightly so that he can work Vash's shirt fully off, which is going to require some sitting up and making sure elbows don't wind up in eyes, but after that? He's pushing Vash back down and leaning forward to kiss his neck. There's barely a patch of skin he hasn't covered in bruises there, some from earlier in the day and most from yesterday, but Ain sets to work there anyway, trailing the bites and kisses lower after a moment so that he can get the areas he missed there. There aren't enough bite marks on Vash's scarred chest, okay, and Ain is treating his master like a canvas.]

You didn't have anything you really wanted to do tomorrow, right?

[Because there's no chance Vash is walking after tonight, at all. Ain went too easy on him last time.]

[Ha, haha

Ain went easy on him before, huh...

In that case, Vash may die. Literally. And he can't say he minds the notion at all. He tilts his head back and groans as Ain kisses him, bites him, marks him, eyes already fluttering like just the act of being kissed is making him more inebriated than he already was.

To his question, Vash shakes his head blearily, reaching up with his prosthetic hand to cradle the back of the bird's head, lightly pulling his fingers through the silver locks he finds there.]

I...I just want you. Please.

[Remember the laws of this land, Vash has forgotten them.]

[Ain never obeyed the laws of this land anyway.]

Did you think I was just going to leave you wanting? I was asking because I think you might have a hard time getting out of bed tomorrow, that's all.

[Vash is about to figure out that his bird is a freak and needs to Calm Down.

For now, though, Ain settles back to what he was doing before he spoke up — cooing in the back of his throat at the hand in his hair before his lips find purchase against Vash's skin again. This time, he keeps most of them localized to his upper torso, only because he's letting his hips do the rest of the work below, grinding against Vash while they're both (mostly) clothed.

It's all just teasing. He could be nice and fully undress them and get a move on, but they have all night for once, and Ain wants to savour every moment of it.]

[Don't threaten him with a good time ;)

...actually please do, Vash is starved for contact and he wants more of it, thanks.

So starved- so spoiled by Ain already, in fact- that he's expecting him to get right to it. Just get his clothes off and start touching him already. That...isn't quite what happens, even if Ain isn't exactly doing nothing with him. Vash's breath catches audibly, and for a moment he can't figure out what to do with his other hand before it ends up- you guessed it- firmly in the middle of Ain's back so he can start touching his wings, fingertips playing with the feathers. While Ain may be able to show restraint to prolong things, Vash sure as hell cannot. Or, maybe he doesn't know how. He's not been taught the limits of being teased into a sobbbing puddle just yet.

At the same time, he's left writhing as Ain rocks his hips against his front, realizing just how agonizing it is to be so close, yet so far from what he actually wants. The friction with their clothes on is different. A good different, but it's not...enough.]

N-nnh...

[Oh, there he goes, touching Ain's wings. That really was the catalyst that started this. Whereas Ain could've probably controlled himself longer before, had he never let Vash's hands wander yesterday... he sure hasn't given the man a break since then, kickstarting their relationship into something a little more lustful than it was. If he's honest with himself, that was always there, but he'd been able to ignore the lingering thoughts about how Vash is pretty and nice and charming.

And now there's a hand in his feathers and Ain rocks his hips just a bit more needily, hard and wanting and fully ignoring it because he's too busy teasing the hell out of Vash to care. Oh how the turns table. He really cannot help the low groan that escapes him when Vash's hand gets too close to the base of his wings, nor can he help how it makes his hips stutter while his brain briefly shuts off.

Ain keeps up with what he's doing — kissing and biting and grinding — for a few minutes longer, very much enjoying how Vash responds to every little motion. Memorizing the noises for later, if he's ever alone in their shared space again. Only when he feels like he's tormented Vash enough does he relent, sitting back on his calves and looking down at him.

Pretty.

With that, Ain untangles their legs and goes digging through their bag. Lube and condoms secured. Instead of grabbing just one, Ain grabs the whole fucking roll and puts them aside for now. That might be overkill, but listen. He has Ideas of how the night is going to go.

...

Actually, speaking of ideas that may or may not be bad—]

I have a question. [dangerous.] Do you want me to use condoms tonight? Keeping in mind the fact that you'll have to clean yourself out whenever you go to shower again.

[Let's just have a quick sex ed talk it's fine, knowledge is sexy—]

[And he'll do it again, just watch him. Not that he's managed to get super far with the wing touches just yet, but the more deliberate Ain's movements become...yeah. He ends up digging his fingers in a bit, pressing into those delicate pin feathers. They're not molting anymore like they were the other day, but if Vash has anything to say about it, this inn room will eventually be covered in them. You won't find a single surface without a trace of Ain feathers on it.

By the time Ain finally relents and draws away from Vash, he already looks ruined. His face flushed, breathing heavy, and his hand clutching Ain at his back even as he sits back on his knees, bringing over more condoms than Vash has ever seen in his life. Or, perhaps, more than he's ever seen period.

He blinks slowly, the words clean yourself out initially going in one ear and out the other. What...

But then it dawns on him, and he remembers when Ain took the condom off himself before and threw it away.

And he ends up asking, dumbly:]

S...should we?

[Babe...

Sorry, Ain doesn't mean to laugh, but the littlest chuckle does escape him. He's so sorry it's not funny he's not trying to be mean—]

I'm asking if you want to. The cleanup process can be a bit embarrassing the first time, if you're anything like I was. [Baby Ain voice: I have to what.] If you'd prefer to keep everything as not-messy as possible, we have plenty of condoms.

[And he'll steal more if it comes to it, sometimes public restrooms and men's health clinics have that shit sitting out for free, and Ain used to just take the entire basket and leave. The concept of "take 1" is lost on him.

He's not going to say "yes I would love to bust in your ass with no protection" or anything like that, because he doesn't want Vash's choice to be influenced by him. Sometimes, Ain has awareness. It's only for moments like this, though.]

I want you to be comfortable! [You know, before he breaks Vash's fucking spine.]

[Vash thinks about that for a moment. Ain is looking out for him, asking about his comfort...

He tilts his head, just a little.]

I don't mind getting messy! I've had to go so long without washing my clothes before...

[Maybe not. Something Ain wants to know right now, but okay. It's true though, Vash isn't exactly a paragon of cleanliness...especially when it comes to eating. More often than not, if he's got something sticky or messy, it's getting all the fuck over him, no exceptions.]

[Ohhh you are so STUPID—

Ain immediately begins taking his shirt off.]

Haha, okay. If you change your mind at any point, just tell me.

[And Ain supposes, as he's throwing his shirt to the floor and now crawling back over Vash wearing just his pants and that collar, that they'll save the condoms for some other time when they can't afford to be too messy. Quickies on the road or some shit. That'll surely become a thing at some point.

They've come to a consensus now, but that doesn't mean Ain is immediately going for the lube. Vash's pants are still on, those need to be taken off first, and Ain may or may not be a bit of a showoff. (Hint: He's absolutely a showoff.) When he crouches between Vash's legs on the bed and lowers himself down, it's so that he can start working the man's pants open...

With his teeth.

Turns out your bird is a SLUT.

That'll end as quickly as it started, though, because then pants have to come off, which means Ain has to move and hook his hands into the fabric and not get kicked in the face, so. RIP. But once that's all said and done, and Ain himself is still half-dressed and ignoring that fact...]

Ahh... you're cute. I want to keep you forever.

[He lowers himself back between Vash's legs and, hiking one up over his shoulder, gently bites the inside of his thigh. This is the one (1) place he didn't mark up yesterday evening.]

[He is SO stupid. Ain better be glad he's morosexual because oh, boy.

Vash is pure of heart and dumb of ass.

Vash's pants come off...in probably the lewdest way they could have, and Vash is left completely transfixed by it. He just watches Ain as it happens, unsure what he's even doing at first until he goes for the zipper with his teeth, and at that point he's slackjawed. By the time his pants come off proper...he's completely at full mast and dripping, congrats. Your boy is down bad.

Yet again, expectations are subverted as Ain doesn't immediately go to swallowing down his dick, but instead leans in and bites his thigh in a way that causes Vash to whimper under his breath, shoulders and back arching a bit.]

A-ah...oh...

[Words, he can say them]

PET PERSON MEME

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my duty popped and prevented me from finishing this tag and I believe that's homophobic in this essa

that's very homophobic so we have to cancel FF14 now

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