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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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[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]

[Ain likes his men big of heart, dumb of ass, and rock fucking solid. That's when he's happiest, let's be honest.

It's really tempting to immediately take Vash into his mouth, but tonight, Ain gets to be incredibly, horrifically patient to the point of torment for both of them. He's taking his time here, making direct eye contact with Vash as he flashes his teeth and sinks his canines into the soft flesh.

And of course, he can't just do this to one thigh, he has to do it to both, and it's only when he's pretty sure he's done making Vash look like he got put through a blender that he readjusts how he's sitting, now more centered on him versus having his head off to the side, though he's sure to keep those nice legs over his shoulders.]

You're so pretty. Make sure to be extra vocal for me, alright?

[Hopefully their neighbours down the hall don't mind too much because uh, whoops.

Ain curls his hands around Vash's legs to keep them in place, gives him a devious smile, and then slowly drags his tongue up the shaft from base to tip. Kitten-licks are all he's going to get for a bit here, as Ain makes sure specifically to lap up the precum leaking over his length, taking Vash into his mouth only after he's "clean". Even then, it's a shallow, playful suck, again with the intent to tease.]

[Vash is used to feeling out of control and vulnerable. Most of the time, when he's up against people who want him incarcerated, dead, or both, he's struggling to be in control of anything, much less the situation or himself to an even lesser degree. But he's realizing, like this? He feels the same, except it's in a controlled environment, with someone he trusts with his life. It doesn't instil the same anxiety and fear in him, no. It's exciting, thrilling, leaving him constantly on the edge and wanting for more.

He's addicted to this feeling, plain and simple. And when Ain asks him to be vocal- a rhetorical question- he nods quickly. He will be, anything for Ain. And fortunately, he doesn't even have to try.

The instant Ain's tongue meets his skin, Vash is moaning. He's not overly loud, at least not yet, his voice soft and shuddering out of him as he drags his hand through Ain's wing he was petting until he lets it go for the time being, not wanting to distract him too much from his work. Instead, his hand moves to cradle his head again, stroking and petting his hair as if to encourage him to continue.]

Y...You're pretty.

Oh? Is it a contest?

[Should he be taking now, of all times, to talk? No, but he's doing it anyway, since he's not fully deepthroating his master yet. Ain licks him in between sentences, but he's certainly not putting his mouth to work like he should be.]

I think, since you're the one moaning like that, you don't have much room to talk.

[He says that, but he's the one whose brain completely shuts off when his wings are touched in any capacity. If Vash ever wanted Ain to stop running his mouth so much, that's the best way to do it.

At the very least, he'll start back up again after he says that, now just slightly increasing the pace. It's going to be a few minutes, but eventually, Ain does opt to take Vash deeper into his mouth. ...halfway. Not down his throat yet, but just slooooowly bobbing his head up and down... he'll go deeper in a second...

He's not sorry for this.]

[Ain has nothing to be sorry for, and therefor should not be sorry. Vash is having a wonderful time actually, he's just already too befuckered right now to say much about it one way or the other. Ain has a funny way of being able to put his master in his place not just through words, but through actions. Namely, the way he steals away whatever else Vash might have wanted to say next as he finally- finally- goes back to his work.

And it goes on.

And on.

And...on...

Until Vash realizes that no, this isn't going to be like the first time. He isn't going to take him in within a minute, eventually getting him all the way into his throat like Vash wants. Ain has all the time in the world to work with here, and they both know it. So by the time those many minutes have gone by, every swipe of his tongue is heralded by a whimper from Vash, his hands tugging at the sheets underneath him now. And then when he does finally deign to take him in further...]

Ainnn...

[For the first time, Vash complains. He whines, pleadingly, because it's just not enough. He's not going to rush him, and he hasn't fallen to begging (yet), but even just a taste of this kind of slowness is bewildering him.

It's only going to get worse.]

[It's only :) going to get worse :)

Ain feels this self-satisfied sort of emotion deep in his chest at the way Vash whimpers and squirms, and if Vash needed some visual indication of how pleased his pet is... he'll get that in the way Ain's wings give a tiny little flutter, luckily not enough to disturb anything in the room.

Ain does not think of himself as a cruel person, though, just a useless tease, and so he does bother to finally take Vash deep into the back of his throat, increasing the pace rapidly and all at once. He doesn't mind spending all night with a dick in his mouth, but he figures Vash will die eventually if he doesn't be a little nicer.

"A little nicer" is going to end as soon as Vash starts to get closer to the peak, though, and then he'll just. Stop. Stop, and only start again when Vash has come down from it.]

[As much as Vash feels like he's dying over here, there's something...weirdly pleasurable about this sensation of being kept purposefully on the edge. He doesn't quite understand it fully yet, but he can at least get the merits of it. It prolongs the pleasure, instead of just rocketing him towards the inevitable. It gives him time for his body to relax and melt onto the mattress, the brush of his fingers through Ain's hair becoming lazy as his breathing and heartrate slowly increase. He is completely at his pet's mercy, his cock twitching in his hold the more he's being played with, and for a while there it feels like this is just going to be his future until he actually opens his mouth and begs.

Not so, actually! Because just as Vash starts to think maybe he should say something, Ain doesn't just kick things into a higher gear. He goes full-throttle, stomping-on-the-gas into overdrive, to the point where Vash lets out a strangled noise and actually jerks forward a little, almost like he's about to try and sit up when Ain swallows him all the way to the hilt. He's moving, very, very quickly, pistoning over Vash's dick in a way that makes him cry out uncontrollably and grab for Ain wherever he can. This happens to be his good hand on his head, and his other holding onto his shoulder for dear life.

Oh fuck, or the equivalent thereof, is all Vash can think right now. His brain turns to static, head thrown back against the pillows as eventually he gives in and just allows himself to be lost to the throes of pleasure, his knees tightening around Ain as he gets close alarmingly fast. Like, he went from "kinda getting there" to "oh shit I'm going to cum" in less than a minute, which might be some kind of record.

But then...then. Ain stops.]

A-au--uhh- uuh-

[Vash's body convulses like he's been electrocuted, and he can feel unwanted tears spring to the corners of his eyes, settling there and burning. He's panting like he just ran a marathon, and now he's contending with the painful way his stomach clenches over and over from the denial of release, all of that relaxing he'd been doing before converted instead into frustration. Just as he's getting the time to question what the hell Ain thinks he's doing, he puts his mouth to work again, and Vash's brain just...explodes, at that point. He's pretty sure.

All he knows is that he sees stars, briefly, before his head hits the pillow a third time, and this time? He is moaning openly.

Loudly. Begging for Ain.]

[Woof. Hearing Vash beg like that is setting his blood ablaze. If he weren't purposely edging the hell out of the man, he'd undoubtedly just let all his restraint die and fuck him into a smear, but... He'll have to wait. Ain's a hot mess twitching in his pants right now, but he's gone longer without being touched, so it's fine. He'll live.

Right now, all that matters is Vash is crying out for him, and Ain responds in kind, moaning around the man's cock as it hits the back of his throat. Again and again, he takes Vash as deep as he can go, ramping up and slowing down. Letting him teeter on the edge just long enough, stopping, and savouring the way bursts of precum hit his tongue.

He cracks an eye open, decides he rather likes how Vash looks right now, and then, yet again, stops fully. This time, Ain lets Vash's dick slide from his mouth with a lewd, wet sound, and sits up.]

Roll over for me. On your hands and knees, or elbows and knees. Whatever's comfiest.

[No, the edging won't stop, but at least Ain's moving onto something else. That has to count for something.]

[Well if Ain wants to see this man cry, he’s going to have to try harder than that. He’s getting there, believe him he is GETTING there, but he hasn’t quite hit that point yet. He’s definitely unbelievably aroused, and teased to the point of it being near painful, but Ain stopping and giving him a little time to breathe has been just enough for him to adjust. Keeping him perfectly stuck on that plateau.

When Ain asks him to move…he honestly isn’t sure he can at first. He does, of course, albeit quite slowly. His lanky limbs feel even longer than usual as he rolls over onto his stomach, hissing when his cock brushes against the comforter. He’s quick to move to his knees so it can hang freely, shifting his weight to his elbows since that’s more comfortable on his prosthetic.]

L…like this?

[He manages, trying to look at Ain over his shoulder.]

[Ain's expression can only be described as "got everything he wanted for Christmas and more" right now.]

Perfect. [He rolls his Rs. He's not sure why.] Tell me if this is too much, alright?

[Ain braces his hands on Vash's hips, mostly to support him because he has a feeling the man is going to collapse otherwise — and then he moves his head lower, to kiss his way up the back of a thigh before his tongue slips elsewhere. Over his balls, playfully mouthing them, and up from there, to that familiar ring of muscle.

Vash is probably expecting fingers. Which would ordinarily be the case, but no — instead, Ain slips in with his tongue, pulling Vash's hips back just a fraction of an inch so he can get as deep as possible.]

[He is expecting fingers, in fact. There's a sort of relief as much as there is anticipation at that notion, because this is an entirely new way for Ain to drive him insane. He'll be at his mercy for a while longer he thinks...and he's already trembling a little thinking about it, shifting his knees a bit unconsciously so they're a fraction further apart.

Let nobody tell you that Vash the Stampede wasn't also a slut-

The kisses cause Vash to startle. He grits his teeth and lifts his head quickly, his head snapping over to look over his shoulder again so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. He opens his mouth to speak, only a squeak comes out, and then he recollects himself just as Ain reaches his balls and Vash is near-moaning from it already.]

A-ain, what are you-?

[That's about as far as he gets. As far as he'll ever get. Because when Ain reaches his ass, replaces fingers with tongue, Vash yelps like he'd been spanked. He loses his balance and ends up falling forward just a little bit as his elbows give out, face buried into the pillow in front of him as he lets out another muffled, pitched whine.

What the fuck?? What is he doing???? Vash gets everything else, even if it was a lot for him to "get" when he was a baby plant still learning about the world, but this he's never heard of being a thing. It's safe to assume that all kinks are completely beyond Vash's scope of understanding, and thus he's being thrust into the deep end with the sharks as his back arches, only really succeeding in pushing himself against Ain harder.

It's weird. It feels weird, but it's way less painful than fingers. In fact, it's not...painful at all.]

[Welcome to the niche art of oral sex, turns out there's a lot you can do with a mouth. If the Goddess didn't want him to eat ass she wouldn't have put the g-spot up there.

Not that Ain's tongue is that long but still it's the thought that counts—

While Vash adjusts to the weirdness and/or just fucking dies over there, tbd on which one it is, Ain honestly goes to town on him. He holds his hips up in such a way that Vash won't — shouldn't — collapse out from under him even if he goes slack right now. For now, Ain alternates between deep plunges of his tongue in between more shallow, teasing ones, and when he feels like Vash isn't about to give out on him and fall over...

A hand wanders from his hip to his dick and strokes him, the precum and saliva from earlier making it much easier. What's more edging? Surely he won't die from being edged too hard, right.]

["Surely you won't die" he says to the man who is dying.

Vash...cannot think. He cannot do anything other than cry out as Ain eats him out until he's nothing more than a quivering puddle on the bedsheets, barely able to make a sound much less words that make sense. By this point, any neighbors underneath them probably are already well aware that wild sex is happening above them, and Vash could honestly care less. It's a good thing Ain is holding him up, because Vash...isn't able to push himself back up properly once he's fallen down against the pillows. He just ends up sort of laying there like that, hands gripping one of said pillows as tight as he can, ass-up, using it to muffle himself occasionally while other times he has no choice but to move his head so he can breathe.

It's abundantly clear by the time Ain has moved to start stroking him while eating him out that these sheets are going to have to be tossed onto the floor for room service in the morning, because Vash is drooling precum onto them, hips bucking at the air, desperate for a release that Ain isn't allowing him to have.]

[Sorry babe your not-boyfriend is a sadist, just a little bit. Vash squirming around and crying out like this is enough to whittle down Ain's resolve little by little, and eventually he does get to the point where it is imperative he fucks the guy brainless. He's not sorry for this at all; the waiting is the best part, in his honest, slutty opinion.

Like before, when Vash is left teetering on the edge, Ain stops. This time, he fully sits up and wipes his own saliva off of his chin with the back of his hand, and then he actually bothers to — miracle of miracles — go for the lube this time.]

Just hang on a little longer for me, alright? You're doing so well.

[It's the first he's talked in a while, on account of his mouth was busy doing other things, but he says it with a warm and loving voice.

He won't waste more time than necessary here, though. First thing is sliding out of the way to get his own pants off, because imagine doing that while his fingers are covered in lube. Second thing is actually opening the lube and coating said fingers, and then he's back to where he was, pressing a finger into Vash to stretch him open. He only teases a little bit this time, as he leans over the man and kisses his shoulder.]

I won't edge you any more from here, so all you need to do is relax.

[He's not going to immediately go full-throttle, though, to give Vash time to adjust. Ain doesn't make quick work of stretching him, but he spends less time trying to get him off like this and more time actually doing the actual work part of this. And eventually, when he pulls back, it's not to tease him again he swears on his life. It's to coat himself with lube and try not to sigh at having any friction at all, even if it's his own hand, and then he pulls Vash back by the hips again and lines up.

Like last night, Ain is slow entering him, just because he doesn't want to hurt Vash at all. He has to give himself pause when he bottoms out, for both of their sakes, because apparently... listening to Vash beg and cry for half an hour really, really riled him up.

Still not sorry though.]

[Is he doing well? Vash doesn't know...he sure doesn't feel like it, because most of this time he's been begging for Ain, openly. Begging for him to do more, or to stop teasing, it could be either since he's been too out of it to put words to the voice. Any time he can think to speak, it's Ain, Ain, Ain, nothing else.

By the time Ain stops again, Vash is utterly wrecked. The very air in the bedroom is too much, too sensitive to his neglected cock as his hips twitch at the denial. He watches Ain blearily as he lays there, his cheeks wet with tears that he's definitely actually been crying at this point, yet he's not even aware of them. And yes, he does expect the prolonged teasing and edging to continue when a finger finally goes in, yet the stretch is a relief, not a frustration. Vash sighs on a broken sound, wishing he could reach out and grab onto Ain in some way yet limited by the way he's still laying on the bed, face down ass up. Every movement of his finger inside, be it to stretch or put pressure on his prostate, earns Ain a whimper from his owner. And when Ain pulls away for what has to be the tenth time so far, Vash sobs.]

Ple-ease...please...

[As if in answer to his prayers, Ain sinks in, finally. It's slow, it's agony, but it's like water to a man in a desert nonetheless. Vash chokes on his own breath, moving to try and push himself back against Ain, wanting him deeper inside for longer.

He needs to cum. He needs to.]

A-...A..aaa aaaain...Ain....please, Ain, please.

Shh-shh, it's alright. [Kisses Vash's shoulder.] You look so lovely like this, you know?

[He probably does not. One day, mirrors will happen. That's contingent upon them breaking into an old Airbnb with a mirror on the ceiling or something still, though. This is, like last night, a view only for Ain. Maybe he should feel bad about the tears in Vash's eyes, but to him, this is just something that happens. He'll just aftercare the hell out of Vash when they're done, it's fine.

Vash will not be left hanging much longer, though, not when Ain starts to move — really move, at a faster pace than he's been going all night thus far. It's not harsh, but it's hardly gentle, especially the way he clamps his hands down on Vash's hips hard enough to where his fingers will certainly leave bruises.

Ain leans over and sinks his teeth briefly into his master's shoulder, and quite unlike last night where he was more talk than anything else, all he can do is lose himself to the tight heat. He's trying — trying so fucking hard — not to immediately kick into overdrive for Vash's sake, but that's failing horribly on his part. A few more shallow thrusts is not enough for him, personally, and at some point Ain is too far gone to really think anymore. He can't imagine how Vash feels, if he's being this impatient for once.

So. Ain simply fucks into him harder, Vash's name a prayer on his lips the entire time.]

[You'd think that Vash would be getting frustrated with all of this by now, and to some degree there is frustration to be had. That...doesn't really matter, though. Not when Vash feels this cared for, this loved that Ain would even bother spending this much time to do this in the first place. How much time has it even been, really? Ten minutes? Thirty? An hour? Hours? Vash doesn't know. All he knows is that he's not sure his body can take much more. Over-stimulation bordering on pain, a mix of pleasure and discomfort he didn't think was possible for a body to feel, human or not. And as Ain's hands grip his hips and he fucks into him properly...

Vash wails.

He doesn't pay attention to the line between gentle thrusting and full-on having his spine shattered. It's all the same, all so much that Vash is pretty sure he's going to lose his voice before this is over. Every time their hips connect, the slap of skin-on-skin, Vash cries out. Occasionally between breaths he manages Ain's name, but that's really all he can do right now. Speech is completely beyond him.

And it's so, so good. It feels so good. He thought he was addicted to sex before, but this is on a completely different level. He's almost worried he isn't going to survive it, which would be a feat in itself. Ain, the first person in the world capable of killing a Plant in a way that isn't by stealing away all of their energy to power your house or whatever.

He was never destined to last. Ain maybe gets a minute, 45 second perhaps, of this full-on thrusting as Vash's moans reach a fever pitch, high and keening in the back of his throat. A sort of-]

Ah- ah- ah! AH!!

[Ain will feel it when Vash finally crumbles as his entire body clamps down on him with force, his insides shuddering and every muscle convulsing as he cums. He shoots hard enough onto the sheets that it makes a sound, Vash's moaning garbled in the back of his throat as the pillow catches the worst of the noises leaving him. If it weren't for Ain holding him up, he absolutely would have collapsed straight up.

The pleasure is almost unbearable.]

[Oh baby you made it a whole 45 seconds, congrats, that's longer than he thought you would!!

Logically, at this point, one would stop thrusting. You know, give him a bit of a break, because overstimulation is a real thing that can happen and some people do not enjoy that.

None of this is a thought in Ain's head as he keeps fucking going, just as hard as he was before, although quite a bit slower because Vash is clamping down on him. And Goddess, does that feel fucking incredible.]

Mm... [Ain grips Vash tighter and pulls him back just a fraction of an inch, enough to make sure he doesn't actually collapse into the mess on the sheets.] You're such a good boy, Vash. Did that feel good~?

[The whole time he talks, he's both moaning and thrusting into him, managing through laboured breaths to actually form words and not just sounds against Vash's ear.]

[Vash cannot speak. Ain has broken him. His voice is gone and what sound he does make comes in the form of broken little whimpers, stuttered out of him like the air leaking from a deflating balloon. It doesn't help that Ain is still moving, but if Vash had it in him to say so? He would beg him to keeep going. Don't stop, do not stop until he's dead.

The best he can do is nod his head before it flops back down onto the pillow again, his face slicked with tears and drool. If Ain ever wanted to see what a completely fucked-out virgin looked like, well. He's got his answer right here.]

[He's burning that expression into his memories so that he can close his eyes tonight and think real hard about his fucked-out former-virgin, thanks.]

So cute... nnh— [The more he tries to talk — or to think of words to say that aren't "you're pretty :)" and "I like you :)" — the more he finds that he can't do that at all, actually, and that the only thing that'll come out of his mouth is moaning.] Oh, Vash... Vash, you're so tight...

[Gorgeous. He's so fucking beautiful all blissed out like this, moaning and completely incoherent. Ain is unrelenting in his thrusts, making sure he hits dead-on his partner's prostate even if he's long past the point of orgasm right now. He's got time until his body recovers, in any case, and Ain is... not helping. At all.

It's not long, though, until the rough rocking of his hips grows uneven, and Ain fully shuts up only to pant and moan and whine into Vash's ear, leaning over him to take a shaky breath and nip the shell of his ear. He's close, a few more thrusts and he'll be there, and Ain grits his teeth and squeezes the other's hipbones and—]

Goddess, Vash, you feel so good—

[He buries himself deep, leaning his forehead down against Vash's shoulder as he climaxes, and it's not by any means a small amount. Ain pulses and fills him, never actually stopping his movements until he's officially good and finished and even then, it takes him an extra few seconds to register that he's basically just flooded the guy and that he's done for now.

With that, Ain is sorry, but he's going to collapse on top of Vash now, still buried in him. He figures Vash is already on his way to collapse, so he might as well just make it worse while he catches his breath.]

[Haha, oh. Long past the point of orgasm is correct. But Ain would do well to recall that his precious owner, his master here...is not just a virgin, but also not human. His body doesn't function by the same rules a mortal frame does, at least not exactly. He has to eat and drink to survive, but he lives differently. He's built differently. Does a refractory period exist, for Vash? Probably.

But right now, he's been teased and edged within an inch of his life. He's never felt closer to death, or at least a death he wouldn't be afraid to welcome. He has to focus on just remembering to breathe as Ain moans pretty in his ear, whispering sweet nothings that he'll remember mostly later, when he's coherent and can actually process things properly. At this point, his spent cock has been drooling precum onto the sheets, an impossible feat, yet it's remained wet this entire time all the same.

He whimpers Ain's name in a whisper a few more times, wishing more than anything that he could turn over and hug him, or kiss him, but he can't. He just lays there and takes it, his back screaming from holding this pose for so long, his knees aching and begging for relief.

Then...Ain hits his own peak, finally. He cums, treating Vash to his first ever experience of being filled up like this, the warmth flooding his system in a way that wakes him up from his pleasure-haze long enough for his body to once more tighten up around his lover, his hands fisting the sheets. He lets out a startled, shattered cry, and cums again. He cums until he's squirting, cumming clear on the sheets, and.

Let's just say Vash's body can simply take no more.

Conveniently as Ain collapses on top of him, Vash too succumbs and collapses heavily onto the mattress, his arms and legs unable to hold him up any longer.

He's gone. He's passed out.]

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