7.5" cock with a firestarter attached to it. we don't have to talk if you'd rather just suck it.
My Future Plans
staying alive.
My Talents
i can skin anything in under 5 minutes. i can take apart an UZI and put it back together in the dark. you can't kill me.
and i play guitar.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
favorite author: ayn rand favorite movie: snowpiercer favorite band: sisters of mercy favorite food: pork lo mein
My Ideal Partner
warm body (warmth optional) who's dtf 24/7 and doesn't ask stupid questions.
Height
5'11"
Body Type
athletic
Smokes
constantly
Drinks
constantly
Drugs
frequently
Sign
capricorn
Education
homeschooled
Occupation
data broker
Income
not your problem
Children
not your problem
Pets
crusher (dog)
Hobbies
activism, drinking, sex
[Dodger answers that groan with a huff of laughter, thoroughly pleased with the effect he's having. Some part of him does want to just keep making out on the floor, but... nah, he did say he's getting his money's worth. And he prides himself on being an experience that's hard to come by.
A few more strokes and Dodger shifts his grip, sliding his hands under Robert's legs and standing up to pin him against the wall. It's relatively gentle - as gentle as an impatient mutant with super-strength can be, most importantly he's not trying to bang Robert's head on anything. Just give him somewhere to lean against while he transfers the weight mostly to one arm, and works on fishing lube out of his pocket.]
[ As a blessing, Robert is too wound up in what they're doing to be offended by that laugh Dodger gives off. He's not even thinking about it right now. He really shouldn't be used to how easy it is for other men to just pick him up and do what they want with him all the time, but he doesn't think much about that either. It's more surprising probably that Dodger isn't super rough about it, but again...who's paying attention?
He's too busy moving to curl his legs around Dodger for extra support, panting softly as they get a moment for air. With Dodger's strokes and the kisses, he's properly hard now, his stomach buzzing with familiar impatience. ]
Of course you just carry that stuff around in your pocket ...
[ Maybe a good thing he didn't completely get Dodger's pants off of him and thrown across the room or something, then. ]
[He's leaving it there, because he figures he's bragged enough about how much sex he gets. It really is just a convenience thing - yes, there's absolutely lube somewhere in this room but he's not interested in pulling away long enough to find it.
With a practiced motion, Dodger opens the bottle and wets his fingers, before letting it drop on the floor. It's fine, he'll find it later when he's getting dressed. His focus is on getting Robert stretched open - one finger at first, but he doesn't wait very long before adding a second. There's some attempt to be gentle, but really he's just erring on the side of caution in terms of how much impatience Robert can handle.]
[ Robert's normal commentary is cut short considering his present state. Instead, he just tries to relax despite the rush he feels. He drops his arms loosely across Dodger's shoulders, though eventually one of them bends so his fingers can slide up into the other man's hair at the nape of his neck.
Rather than be worried about any impatience or too many fingers at once, Robert seems more occupied with getting used to the feeling of being entered at all. It's not his first time by any means but it always feels alarming at first. It almost feels a bit fast, but he's also never expected to be slowly romanced during a fuck either. Especially not one up against a wall.
Swearing under his breath, he drops his head back against the wall and winces his way through it until it starts to feel nice and his cock gives a throb of envy for the attention. When he speaks again, it's without opening his eyes or lowering his head again, his voice breathy and even threatening to puff out a laugh. ]
Don't worry about me. Keep going.
[ Not to say he thinks Dodger was worrying, but he says it anyway. Because he has to. Yes he should be the one to be more cautious about himself between the two of them, but sometimes you just need to feel things. ]
[Something brightens up in Dodger's expression - it's not quite sadism (although not far off), he just... feels better about getting rough with someone who really doesn't mind it. And he wasn't kidding, he does think he's getting more comfortable with the level of rough that particularly reckless humans can handle.]
Wasn't worried, but sure.
[He stretches his fingers out as far as they'll go first, before pulling them out and lining up his cock. He's far less careful now, bucking into the older man in one or two strokes and giving him only a few seconds to adjust before he starts to move. It's slow at first but very quickly picks up steam, like he's trying to find the exact point at which it starts to feel like too much. He doesn't want to break Robert... but he sure does want it to feel like he's about to.]
[ Robert pants the words out, unable to hold back the mild annoyance from having heard that twice now when he's with Dodger. He'd still had the sense that the man was trying to be careful with his rackety old body though, so he said what he said.
He drops his head back down finally, curling his fingers a little tighter at Dodger's nape. Words become a no-go for him again as he just groans out his feelings instead. Rather it starts that way as the man's fingers spread apart in him, and turns into almost something like a snarl when they're replaced by the head of a girthy cock. His voice feels shredded as it slips from his throat, but his thighs squeeze tighter around Dodger's sides. ]
Oh, fuck- nngh! [ The next words he manages, as Dodger really starts to move. Now his hands sort of grapple their way against Dodger's back and shoulders, toes curling a bit with a mixture of stinging pain and needy pleasure. He definitely feels like this thing (Dodger's dick) is not supposed to fit inside him in any capacity, let alone how deep it feels now. ]
[The fingers digging into his nape earn a soft noise of pleasure, and he groans again when Robert moves his hands down to his shoulders. Dodger's breath comes out in concerningly warm puffs while he's figuring out his rhythm - he's getting pretty good at keeping his heat from getting dangerous these days, but it still takes active effort. Even more so, when Robert's body is such a tight squeeze around him.]
Dig your nails in. Make it hurt.
[It comes out in a low growl, right before Dodger tips his head to find a good spot to bite down on Robert's neck.]
[ Though he isn't extremely worried (or exactly thinking the most logically right now), Robert tries to make note of how hot Dodger's breath is getting. He doesn't particularly want to be burnt to a crisp, even in the middle of getting laid.
Verbally he doesn't respond to Dodger's demand, but his fingers do curl in tighter, his nails pressing down into pale skin without much other thought. He'd already had no concern that he'd hurt the man so he doesn't bother to think he should be careful about it.
He'd been toeing the line of overstimulation, but the sharp, sudden sting of teeth in his neck is what pushes him over it. His voice calls out, and his hands drag where they'd dug into Dodger's shoulders, leaving behind scratches. He thinks he really might break at this point, his hips driving forward in any way they can as he feels himself getting closer to release. If Dodger manages to get his cock any deeper, Robert knows he's going to come almost immediately. ]
[The scratches barely hurt, but they do feel incredibly good. More than anything he can feel the force behind them, he can sense that Robert is strong for a human, that this would hurt if he wasn't unnaturally tough. It's enough to drive him over the edge shortly afterward, spilling hot enough inside of the older man to feel like gulping down hot tea too quickly, while his body briefly flashes with heat like a furnace belching.
In the aftermath he has to lean heavily against the wall - his powers shut off briefly after orgasm, and while he's strong enough without them to lift Robert up it's nowhere near as comfortable. But once he's had a few seconds to catch his breath, he can finally gather his wits enough to check if Robert needs help getting off.]
Holy shit- [ Dodger will find that he doesn't need to help Robert much, as he's not far behind. The heat of Dodger's cum inside of him is too much stimulation, and he ends up almost curling up into the other man as he hits his release too, his uttered expletive followed by a moan that's almost a whine. He keeps his nails digging into Dodger's shoulders as well, right until his orgasm tapers off and all of him feels like some kind of liquid. Even his leg kind of drops off to the side a bit, but he'll be able to catch himself on his feet when Dodger lets him go. At least, he expects to just be let go at any moment.
He has to catch his breath, but somewhere in his blissed out thoughts, he assures himself he hasn't actually been burned. So that's ... a plus. Now that the high is wearing off, it's time for the uncomfortable parts. But ... it was a better time than he expected it to be. ]
[Dodger waits until his powers are starting to come back, so he can pull out and slowly lower Robert to his feet. He takes another deep breath, before backing off a bit and working on getting his clothes back on.]
That was fun. [He pauses to light a cigarette, and check his Watch for his new card.] Not too hurt, are you?
[His tone says he doesn't really care, one way or the other. Truthfully, he does, but mostly as far as making sure there'll be a next encounter.]
[ Robert may be wincing like an old creaky man the entire way down as Dodger pulls out of him and lets him to his feet, but he doesn't seem to be more or less okay. ]
Not unless my insides have third degree burns.
[ He doesn't want to know though actually.
With slow and steady movements (and some grunting), he bends over to find his pants. ]
I still had some thoughts in my head so you might even go a bit harder next time.
[ He's joking but he's also not joking. Dodger seems like a good outlet when he just wants to fuck nasty and not much else. No strings attached even. Even if he does remind Robert of the (platonic) love child of Invisigal and Flambae. ]
[Arthur and Alan are the same type of guy and it turns out Robert is also that type of guy. He's making a mental note to introduce them at some point, although this time he'll actually talk to everyone involved first to avoid Arthur punching him again.]
[ Robert snorts lightly as he works on his pants. You know what, he might get new ones anyway after this, because the walk home is going to be messy and bad. ]
We'll have to get you ranked up, it's a pain in the ass sharing the bathrooms down there.
[And more importantly, he doesn't have as much use for a two. Although he guesses if he's going to seriously stop talking to Chobe, it's not the worst to have another source.]
I'll bring you some booze next time, then. [He tips his head.] Beer. I don't wanna overload you.
[This may or may not just be a judgement call on how small Robert is.]
I don't mind the bathrooms most of the time. But I was thinking about it, yeah.
[ Because if you're going to be stuck in a fancy resort, shouldn't you feel like you're at a fancy resort? Also it feels justified after the whole clothes-ripping money drain.
Robert lifts a brow. Beer is fine, so it's not like he needs to say anything about that judgment he feels dripping off those words. But... ]
[Honestly he meant "weak" and "scrawny" when he said "human" but he's at least learned to not say that part out loud.
More importantly, he's a little surprised that Robert's mind didn't jump to the dangers of being drunk around strange mutant men. It stuns him into silence for a moment, before he just shakes his head.]
I don't draw the line anywhere. If you're fine with it, I'm not gonna complain.
[ Yeah he's just pretending that that's not the story of his life when it comes to supers judging him.
And if he can drink around one or all of the Z-team, he's pretty sure he can drink around Dodger. Although for continuously telling Robert he doesn't care, that's awfully thoughtful of him. ]
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A few more strokes and Dodger shifts his grip, sliding his hands under Robert's legs and standing up to pin him against the wall. It's relatively gentle - as gentle as an impatient mutant with super-strength can be, most importantly he's not trying to bang Robert's head on anything. Just give him somewhere to lean against while he transfers the weight mostly to one arm, and works on fishing lube out of his pocket.]
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He's too busy moving to curl his legs around Dodger for extra support, panting softly as they get a moment for air. With Dodger's strokes and the kisses, he's properly hard now, his stomach buzzing with familiar impatience. ]
Of course you just carry that stuff around in your pocket ...
[ Maybe a good thing he didn't completely get Dodger's pants off of him and thrown across the room or something, then. ]
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Helps to be prepared.
[He's leaving it there, because he figures he's bragged enough about how much sex he gets. It really is just a convenience thing - yes, there's absolutely lube somewhere in this room but he's not interested in pulling away long enough to find it.
With a practiced motion, Dodger opens the bottle and wets his fingers, before letting it drop on the floor. It's fine, he'll find it later when he's getting dressed. His focus is on getting Robert stretched open - one finger at first, but he doesn't wait very long before adding a second. There's some attempt to be gentle, but really he's just erring on the side of caution in terms of how much impatience Robert can handle.]
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[ Robert's normal commentary is cut short considering his present state. Instead, he just tries to relax despite the rush he feels. He drops his arms loosely across Dodger's shoulders, though eventually one of them bends so his fingers can slide up into the other man's hair at the nape of his neck.
Rather than be worried about any impatience or too many fingers at once, Robert seems more occupied with getting used to the feeling of being entered at all. It's not his first time by any means but it always feels alarming at first. It almost feels a bit fast, but he's also never expected to be slowly romanced during a fuck either. Especially not one up against a wall.
Swearing under his breath, he drops his head back against the wall and winces his way through it until it starts to feel nice and his cock gives a throb of envy for the attention. When he speaks again, it's without opening his eyes or lowering his head again, his voice breathy and even threatening to puff out a laugh. ]
Don't worry about me. Keep going.
[ Not to say he thinks Dodger was worrying, but he says it anyway. Because he has to. Yes he should be the one to be more cautious about himself between the two of them, but sometimes you just need to feel things. ]
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Wasn't worried, but sure.
[He stretches his fingers out as far as they'll go first, before pulling them out and lining up his cock. He's far less careful now, bucking into the older man in one or two strokes and giving him only a few seconds to adjust before he starts to move. It's slow at first but very quickly picks up steam, like he's trying to find the exact point at which it starts to feel like too much. He doesn't want to break Robert... but he sure does want it to feel like he's about to.]
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[ Robert pants the words out, unable to hold back the mild annoyance from having heard that twice now when he's with Dodger. He'd still had the sense that the man was trying to be careful with his rackety old body though, so he said what he said.
He drops his head back down finally, curling his fingers a little tighter at Dodger's nape. Words become a no-go for him again as he just groans out his feelings instead. Rather it starts that way as the man's fingers spread apart in him, and turns into almost something like a snarl when they're replaced by the head of a girthy cock. His voice feels shredded as it slips from his throat, but his thighs squeeze tighter around Dodger's sides. ]
Oh, fuck- nngh! [ The next words he manages, as Dodger really starts to move. Now his hands sort of grapple their way against Dodger's back and shoulders, toes curling a bit with a mixture of stinging pain and needy pleasure. He definitely feels like this thing (Dodger's dick) is not supposed to fit inside him in any capacity, let alone how deep it feels now. ]
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Dig your nails in. Make it hurt.
[It comes out in a low growl, right before Dodger tips his head to find a good spot to bite down on Robert's neck.]
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Verbally he doesn't respond to Dodger's demand, but his fingers do curl in tighter, his nails pressing down into pale skin without much other thought. He'd already had no concern that he'd hurt the man so he doesn't bother to think he should be careful about it.
He'd been toeing the line of overstimulation, but the sharp, sudden sting of teeth in his neck is what pushes him over it. His voice calls out, and his hands drag where they'd dug into Dodger's shoulders, leaving behind scratches. He thinks he really might break at this point, his hips driving forward in any way they can as he feels himself getting closer to release. If Dodger manages to get his cock any deeper, Robert knows he's going to come almost immediately. ]
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In the aftermath he has to lean heavily against the wall - his powers shut off briefly after orgasm, and while he's strong enough without them to lift Robert up it's nowhere near as comfortable. But once he's had a few seconds to catch his breath, he can finally gather his wits enough to check if Robert needs help getting off.]
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He has to catch his breath, but somewhere in his blissed out thoughts, he assures himself he hasn't actually been burned. So that's ... a plus. Now that the high is wearing off, it's time for the uncomfortable parts. But ... it was a better time than he expected it to be. ]
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That was fun. [He pauses to light a cigarette, and check his Watch for his new card.] Not too hurt, are you?
[His tone says he doesn't really care, one way or the other. Truthfully, he does, but mostly as far as making sure there'll be a next encounter.]
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Not unless my insides have third degree burns.
[ He doesn't want to know though actually.
With slow and steady movements (and some grunting), he bends over to find his pants. ]
I still had some thoughts in my head so you might even go a bit harder next time.
[ He's joking but he's also not joking. Dodger seems like a good outlet when he just wants to fuck nasty and not much else. No strings attached even. Even if he does remind Robert of the (platonic) love child of Invisigal and Flambae. ]
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Funny, you sound just like a three of clubs.
[Arthur and Alan are the same type of guy and it turns out Robert is also that type of guy. He's making a mental note to introduce them at some point, although this time he'll actually talk to everyone involved first to avoid Arthur punching him again.]
Forgot if I asked before - do you smoke?
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Nope. Only diamonds here, baby. All two of them.
[ He shakes his head after that. ]
Alcohol is my vice of choice. And twinkies.
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[And more importantly, he doesn't have as much use for a two. Although he guesses if he's going to seriously stop talking to Chobe, it's not the worst to have another source.]
I'll bring you some booze next time, then. [He tips his head.] Beer. I don't wanna overload you.
[This may or may not just be a judgement call on how small Robert is.]
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[ Because if you're going to be stuck in a fancy resort, shouldn't you feel like you're at a fancy resort? Also it feels justified after the whole clothes-ripping money drain.
Robert lifts a brow. Beer is fine, so it's not like he needs to say anything about that judgment he feels dripping off those words. But... ]
What's that supposed to mean exactly?
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It means you're skinny and human. And I'm guessing you don't want to be sloppy drunk around me.
[He likes to think he's improving as a person, but he still thinks it's wise not to be incapacitated near him. That's just basic safety.]
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Yeah, okay. [ he waves it off. ] Sloppy fucking is okay but you draw the line at sloppy drunk. Got it.
[ He'd only confide his feelings on various depressing matters and/or maybe try to cuddle a little. Is this such a crime Dodger?? ]
Beer is fine.
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More importantly, he's a little surprised that Robert's mind didn't jump to the dangers of being drunk around strange mutant men. It stuns him into silence for a moment, before he just shakes his head.]
I don't draw the line anywhere. If you're fine with it, I'm not gonna complain.
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And if he can drink around one or all of the Z-team, he's pretty sure he can drink around Dodger. Although for continuously telling Robert he doesn't care, that's awfully thoughtful of him. ]
I just thought it was kind of funny, that's all.
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Sure.
[A pause to take a drag from his cigarette.]
Well, I'm gonna head out. Feel free to call me if you get bored, alright?
[He's pretty much just waiting for confirmation before he teleports away.]
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Robert gives a brief, flat look of his own, and then goes back to dressing himself. ]
Alright. See you, Dodger.