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[The punch lands and earns Dodger a muffled half groan, half growl as the barely healed injuries from earlier are further aggravated. He immediately tasted blood as his teeth are once again rattled. Dodger won't get another easy shot in like that.

With one arm raised to try and guard against more blows, he hooks a few low punches straight into Dodger's side. Hoping to use the strike as a distraction, he sits up quickly, trying to get in a headbutt before attempting to get an arm around Dodger's neck, fighting to get him into a choke hold. All the while he's working in as many quick, hard jabs to his side as he can as he tries to work his way out from underneath him. Unlike Dodger, he knows he doesn't really need to hold back.]

[The blows do work as a distraction, but perhaps that isn't a good thing; he instinctively holds his head steady when Ragnar tries the headbutt and it turns out very much like hitting one's head against a cement wall. It hurts Dodger as well, but not nearly as much as it will hurt Ragnar.

He pushes away from the man, narrowly avoiding the choke hold and skidding to his feet. He's spent enough time around Ivar to feel a little relief not to be on the ground anymore, even in a somewhat unrelated fight. Pausing to touch his ribs just to check on them, he then aims a kick at Ragnar's side, and a harder one at his head before stooping down to grab him by his throat and pull him back up to his feet. Leaving the man on the ground will give him too much advantage, after all.]

[If the headbutt hurt Ragnar, he didn't let it show in the least bit. He's moved to his knees just in time to block the first kick, letting it land mostly against his forearm. The second kick was easy to see coming and he tried to grab Dodger's leg after ducking it, smirking away. It was likely around this time, or maybe it was when Ragnar's smirk only widened as Dodger grabbed him by the throat, that Dodger would likely realize this was more of a dance than a real fight. To Ragnar, this was definitely a game, his blows might hurt, but none of them were meant to injure.

He grinned as he half stood and was half dragged to his feet, the blood between his teeth making his smile look manic.]

[Fuck... why is this man so perfect.

Dodger lets out a quiet hiss as Ragnar gets to his feet and he shoves him back a bit, taking a moment to catch his breath and look him over. A large and growing part of him just wants to shove the man onto the bed and ravish him, but they have a game to play. And winning this one in particular is important to him.]

This all you got? [He motions for Ragnar to come forward again.] Come on, you can go harder than that. Let's get some blood on the floor, yeah?

[Taking a step back to steady himself, he raises an eyebrow at Dodger's goading. Well. If he didn't mind blood on the floor... Ragnar turned to spit out a mouthful of blood instead of swallowing it.]

It is you who keeps pushing me away. [He hummed with a wicked smirk, running his tongue over a small split in his lower lip.

He took a step forward like he was going to attempt to close the distance and get a punch in, but instead stooped down to grab Dodger's discarded t-shirt to throw at his face. It all happened in an instant and his hope was that Dodger would be distracted for even just a millisecond, just long enough for him to actually close the distance between them and throw a hard right hook aimed for his jaw followed by a heavy, straight on kick aimed at his stomach.]

[Dodger raises an arm to block the shirt, and a tosses it aside just in time to get that punch to the jaw. As the kick lands in turn, his body heats up without conscious intention and his arms let out a puff of flame; not enough to burn, but enough to shock Ragnar as he grips the man's leg with an uncomfortably hot hand and aiming a punch at Ragnar's ribs. And unlike the other punches, this one might actually crack something.

Whether it lands or not his body temperature returns to normal, and he grips Ragnar's waist to pull him closer and kiss him roughly, running his tongue over the bloody lip with a hiss of pleasure.] Come on... keep going, make it hurt... [Like the bruises he has aren't already bad enough. The one on his jaw is nearly blossoming before Ragnar's eyes, already turning red and purple. No doubt his stomach is equally battered.]

[He grimaced a little as the kick ended with his leg caught by Dodger. Instead of trying to pull away, however, he tried to lean in closer. Unfortunately, that also backfired as literal fire surged out of his arms. At least it made it easier to block most of the force behind the punch to his side.

The sudden tug forward was unexpected though, their hips and chests suddenly flush together. Ragnar naturally tensed, expecting another attack, but was quick to transfer their aggressive sparring into the kiss, returning it roughly despite his swelling lip.

Dodger barely got the words out when Ragnar bit his lower lip, letting it slip out from between his teeth. It's mostly a distraction as he slipped a foot around behind Dodger's leg and forced his knee to buckle, holding on as he leaned all of his weight on the other man to bring them both tumbling down in a painful, messy heap.]

[Once again Ragnar holds his attention without fail, and he barely notices what's going on until his back has smacked into the floor with a hard thud.

It still doesn't wipe the smirk off of his face, but he's suddenly much less pre-occupied with their game. Instead his fingers curl into Ragnar's beard, as he leans up to press playful kisses to his bottom lip. The leg Ragnar had buckled landed awkwardly but fuck it, he'll shake it off in favor of wrapping it around Ragnar's hip to pull him closer and grind up against him.]

[After the first couple of light kisses, he dragged Dodger into a deeper, heated kiss, brimming with desire and tasting like blood. The adrenaline and aggression from their sparring easily fueled his growing sense of need and anticipation. He had no idea who had 'won'. Neither of them? Both of them? Honestly, he couldn't care less. He needed this now.

His hips met Dodger's, already starting to get hard, turned on by the mix of pain and exhilaration that only came from fighting. His body ached, but the pain felt sweet, good in a way it probably shouldn't have.]

[He's panting against Ragnar's lips before long, shifting uncomfortably with anticipation. Part of him considers suggesting they make use of the bed... but honestly, it's more thrilling to just fuck on the floor.

One of his hands grips Ragnar's back, and the other reaches to sloppily untie his belt and grope around a moment, before catching hold of his cock. His eyes are lit up with mischief as he strokes him, hell, his mouth is all but watering. It's been so long since he's had this much of a rush, he finds himself completely intoxicated.]

[Ragnar immediately moved his hand to help Dodger tug his pants open, making quick work of them. He tilted his hips into Dodger's wandering hand, rocking forward against his palm with a sharp exhale.

He was desperate for any bit of skin he could get at, first just grabbing at some of the extra fabric of Dodger's boxers, sort of trying to tug them down a little. When their position prevented him from making any progress with that, he instead simply pushed his hand up through the leg hole to start stroking him firmly, enthusiasm and need making up for the odd angle.]

[The extra attention has him over the moon, and he mutters a few encouraging curses under his breath as he tries desperately to pull Ragnar closer than he can physically go. No, this won't do, they'd be insulting that perfect fight by just getting off with their hands.

It takes some effort to break away but he does, pushing Ragnar off of him gently and gasping for breath before he can speak.]

Get up on the bed. [He leans up, pressing a kiss to Ragnar's chest before looking up with eyes that are glazed over with anticipation.] You wanted me to suck you off, yeah?

[It's obvious at first that Ragnar is confused. There's a quick flicker of confusion mixed with rejection that passes through his eyes for the briefest of moments before it's gone.

He's quick to move onto the bed though, shoving his pants down and kicking them off as he gets onto the bed, gaze intense with desire. Still, it surprises him when Dodger offers to do what they'd agreed he would do only if he lost. For a fraction of a second, Ragnar visibly hesitated as if he wasn't quite sure that's what he wanted, but then gave Dodger a nod.]

[In the years since Arzial traumatized him, blowjobs are really the only form of submission Dodger has gotten completely used to. He can thank Victor Augustine for that; the man never took no for an answer, even if Dodger burned him a few times in the beginning.

In his current state Dodger isn't even thinking much about anything except recapturing that dynamic, finally feeling like he's back with his master. As Ragnar goes to the bed he rolls over lazily, crawling to him on all fours before getting on his knees and stroking him again. Before long his mouth joins the mix, not sucking properly but just trailing along the length and leaving teasing kisses or running his tongue along the skin as he strokes.]

[There was still an inkling of wariness and suspicion in the back of his mind. It didn't seem beyond Dodger, at least from what he knew of him, to pretend that he was more than willing to do this simply to lull his partner into a false sense of security to make taking what he wanted easier.

Would he even really mind if that were the case?

In the calm that had settled in the room, Ragnar's breathing was an audible gauge of his reactions to what Dodger was doing. What started as calm, even breaths soon became noisier and heavy. He pushed his fingers through Dodger's hair, grip tightening slightly as Dodger trailed closer towards the head of his cock, a few soft, brief appreciative hums escaping each time Dodger dragged his tongue over a spot.]

[Oh, if only Ragnar knew...

Dodger finally takes Ragnar into his mouth, and moments later it becomes rather clear how practiced he is with this. After a few testing motions he takes Ragnar all the way into his throat, swallowing around him once or twice before leaning up and going right back down again.

Once in a while he'll glance up as he's leaning back up, hoping to catch a look of bliss on the Viking's face. And at one point he just pauses and sucks teasingly on only his head, just to see if he'll get shoved back down.]

[Groaning deeply as Dodger swallowed him down, he relaxed his hold on the man’s hair, running his fingers blindly through it. The disheveled look with his lips stretched around his cock was breathtaking.

Eyes half closed, he exhaled something unintelligible in Norse, encouragement or maybe a string of curses. Even before Dodger pauses, Ragnar can’t help but guide the motion of his head, cupping the back of his head in a subtle attempt to have Dodger continue to sink further down and take more of him. When he slowed, he earned a low, exhaled growl of frustration.]

Ekki hætta... Dodger...

[The words are nonsense to him, but the tone is universal and earns a spark of mischief in his eyes to make up for not being able to laugh in his current state. Even just knowing he's having an effect on the man is really all the encouragement he needs.

He pauses just a moment longer, before sinking down and taking him in again. He's starting to get into a rather teasing rhythm, moving up slowly as he can manage before sharply swallowing him to the hilt each time.]

[Everything Dodger was doing was having the exact effect he was going for. The teasing pace made it impossible to get anywhere close to climax while feeling amazing. Dodger got away with it for a little bit, each time he found himself buried deep in Dodger's throat made him back off of demanding something else. It was the third or fourth agonizingly slow slide upward that Ragnar finally groaned loudly in frustration.

He peered down at Dodger, looking a strange mix of annoyed, desperate and like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He caught that glint in Dodger's eyes and exhaled a quiet, breathless laugh at himself for not realizing what he'd been doing sooner.

Locking eyes with Dodger to gauge his reactions, he thread both his hands through his hair to hold Dodger's head still, starting his own steady rhythm, rolling his hips to fuck Dodger's mouth.]

[That playful glint stays in Dodger's eyes as they lock eyes, and as Ragnar grips his hair. There we go, they're finally on the same wavelength.

The act is far from comfortable but Dodger readily opens his mouth and relaxes his throat, staring up at the Viking with a starry and glass-eyed look of lust and contentment. One of his hands reaches down to play with himself - something he was never allowed to do with Augustine, but he'll just have to see if Ragnar cares. He can barely contain himself as is, and it takes some effort not to choke himself by moaning around him.]

[Biting his lip in a poor attempt at stifling his groans, he tries to keep his thrusts from being too much for Dodger, but as he nears climax it's difficult to keep from snapping his hips forward to bury himself deep in his throat. It's easily Dodger's heady moans that he would swear he can feel in his cock that really drive him over the edge. He doesn't give Dodger the benefit of a warning, his hands fisting in his hair tightly, hips shuddering as he drives in deep and pauses, coming with a with another louder groan, the muscles of his stomach going taut through his orgasm.

He relaxes slowly, exhaling what might be another curse in Norse. His grip on Dodger's hair relaxes, but only slightly, as he gently rocks into his mouth a few more times, watching with a half lidded, glazed over look. After a few slow thrusts, he seemed satisfied and pulled back, but not out, releasing Dodger's hair as he laid back, closing his eyes, to try to catch his breath, leaving it up to Dodger whether he wants to pull back completely or not.]

[Dodger pauses a moment to swallow, and then slowly leans back to free himself and catch his breath. Somewhere in all that excitement he'd managed to come as well, but he hadn't even noticed.]

Fuck... [He breathes out the word, slowly getting to his feet and slipping out of his soiled boxers. A moment later he gently graps Ragnar's shoulder, and teleports them properly onto the bed so that he can crawl on top of him.] ...You are absolutely fucking amazing.

[He takes a moment to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand, before pressing an affectionate kiss to Ragnar's lips and settling comfortably with their legs tangled.]

[Spent and content, Ragnar still cracked an eye open to watch Dodger, giving him a tired smirk and a breathless huff of laughter when he saw that Dodger had apparently come as well. He opened his eyes again lazily when he felt Dodger's hand on his shoulders, starting to reach out to drawn him closer, apparently not at all bothered by where he was laying.

He groaned quietly and made a face after Dodger teleported them, still hating the strange feeling of displacement, even if it was only a few feet at most.]

I am surprised you liked it so much. [He mumbled with a lazy smile, already pulling Dodger closer so their lips could meet, barely leaving him enough time to finish wiping his mouth. Eyes drifting shut, he sighed contently into the kiss.]

Were you hoping I wouldn't?

[His words are slightly cut off by the kiss and he relaxes into it, nipping gently at Ragnar's split lip and pressing another kiss or two to his jaw before leaning back a bit to watch him with a look of undisguised admiration. What a good catch he's ended up with.]

Just glad to see something going well in my life, for once.

What did I say? [Because that's what he'd meant, nothing more, nothing less.

He couldn't help running his tongue over the split in his lip, humming in approval at the light kisses peppered to her jaw.

He glanced over at Dodger out of the corner of his eye before turning to look at him, raising an eyebrow.]

You are saying that, and you are looking at me... [His tone was only slightly teasing. It was also another way of saying that he thought Dodger might want to rethink what he was saying.]

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