I'd be more surprised if you weren't... figuring things out.
[He sure is trying not to call Vash a virgin, that's not polite.
Dodger relaxes easily, though, loosening his grip to give the older man room to move as he pleases. He does seem to have a handle on that, at least. Although the question gives him pause... he knows what he likes, but he's nearly out of the substance he needs to be able to do it. Better not to set up any expectations.]
I always top, I don't care about positions. You riding me sounds great. I like getting bitten, bruised, choked, bled... whatever strikes your fancy. But it's not gonna stop me from getting off if you're gentle.
[Burning Vash's skin is off the table, but.. clothes should still be fine? So he reaches between them to work Vash's pants open, but his fingers are very noticeably heating up in preparation for just burning through the front of them.]
Always, huh? Fine by me, I don't really mind either way. I'm... probably not the best match for most of the rest of that though.
[ Biting, maybe... he thinks. He runs his tongue over his teeth absently at the thought, the roll of his hips stilling due to the wandering thoughts. It isn't until he can feel the physical heat of Dodgers ability that he's pulled back to the presence with a flicker of wide eyes and hitched breath. He's startled into sitting up, pulling away from an aborted kiss to grab Dodger's wrists with his mismatched hands. ]
W-woah woah hey, don't be so hasty, there's stuff in there I don't want getting burned remember?
[ Like the dick that's currently pressing against the very recently too tight line of his pants. Dodger draws the line at calling Vash a virgin to his face, but not burning one of the few pairs of pants he's managed to purchase here? It's kind of funny. ]
[He's filing away the information that Vash can top... for various reasons. And he isn't all that surprised that Vash isn't going to get rough with him, but it's still a little disappointing.
Dodger does pause when his wrists are grabbed, and his hands go from painfully hot to just feverish in an instant.]
I know how to be careful, I do this all the time. And I'll buy you new pants, if you want.
[There are a lot of reasons that Dodger would never want to leave the Golden Peacock, and one of them is that he's been slowly but surely accumulating a staggering amount of wealth by being a slut.]
I'm not exactly used to guys trying to burn my pants off, so... I'm kinda in uncharted territory.
[ Shoot him, sure, that much he's used to.
Unfortunately for Vash he may have grabbed Dodger's hands just as they're the wrong side of too hot, so he's already let go of one of Dodgers hands to blow on the flesh and bone hand. The prosthetic doesn't even seem phased. Oh well. It's his own fault. ]
I appreciate the offer though, but I don't wanna owe you anything. There's no telling when I could pay you back.
I'm the village bicycle, you don't have to worry about paying me back.
[He would be more insistent about payment if they were dealing in cash... but Vash would only be able to pay him back with chips he got from fucking other people and Dodger would honestly rather keep finding excuses to screw each other.
Dodger's gazes flickers briefly to Vash's hand, and... he does consider stopping to check on him. But Vash doesn't seem too bothered, so he just moves on. Switching gears to instead rip through the front of those pants as if they're made of paper. And his underwear too, while he's at it.]
[ Vash is, for a moment, staring blankly at Dodger for calling himself the village bicycle, distracted enough that it's far too late for him to save his pants OR his underwear. ]
HEY! Did you hear what I said?!
[ There's a flare of temper there as he closes the fingers of one hand into a fist and strikes dodger in the right pectoral. ...It might have been hard, but at the last minute Vash reigns it in and it should be no worse than a light shove. He rolls off of Dodger's lap then with an annoyed sigh as he pulls off what used to be perfectly comfortable pants. ]
Y'know most people might tell you to get out after a stunt like that.
[He does relax a bit in preparation for that punch, just because he doesn't want to hurt Vash's knuckles... and almost looks disappointed by the lack of pain. More disappointed by Vash rolling off of him, but...]
...And you're not most people.
[Because if he was he would just... do that. But Dodger hesitates, belatedly remembering the manners he's slowly been figuring out over the last few months.]
Sorry. I'll buy you some new pants, you don't have to pay me back.
[ Vash huffs out an annoyed sound as he tosses the ruined pants on the floor (what little space there is), lifting a hand up to scratch through the back of his undercut as he muddles through what it is he wants to do. He twists back to look over at Dodger, the expression on his face a little grumpy.
And then he holds up two metallic fingers in a V. ]
Two pairs of pants.
[ He's driving a really hard bargain here. Maybe. Being completely naked in front of a guy he just started talking to today might be lowering the bargaining power he's got. ]
Three pairs, then I'll have one I can rip off again later.
[Vash might be grumpy, but Dodger can tell he's got a foot in the door here. So he leans forward, tipping his head in a way he clearly thinks is cute and seeing if Vash will let him seek out a kiss.]
For now, you probably don't want their sacrifice to be in vain.
[ The first statement gets an exasperated look, but Vash just kind of exhales, his head shaking a little when Dodger goes and tilts his head like that. Vash has never been very good at staying angry for long, so when Dodger goes for a kiss, Vash meets him halfway so that when their lips meet he can be the one to nip sharp teeth against Dodger's lower lip this time. ]
You're a real weird guy, you know. Never really thought I'd take that kind of sentence seriously. Let's keep the pants ripping to more dire situations okay?
Give me a dire situation that can be fixed by ripping pants off.
[While he gets his answer he's tipping his head down to press kisses along Vash's neck, maybe a few nips of his own while he's at it. And one of his hands slides down along Vash's stomach, down to grip softly at his inner thigh before curling fingers around his cock.]
You never know, actually. I've gotten stuck in some messes that it might have helped out. Ever get hung up upside down for a few days?
[ Lips press to the skin of his neck and Vash leans his head to the side, making room. He laughs a little, coming to the conclusion that the question wasn't really asked with getting an answer in mind, now that things seem to have gotten back on track.
He lifts a hand up, the pads of his fingers dragging up Dodger's back and over the nape of his neck before curling into his hair, grip suddenly tightening with a gasp the minute that hand wraps around his dick. A brief show of bioluminescent blue shimmers over Vash's face and down his body, the pattern of it the same as can be seen in his eyes when the light hits just right.
The shape of him is strange, phallic but twisted like roots, tapered and rounded. That same glowing pattern is lit steadily along the length of him, the skin slick to the touch. ]
[He hasn't, but the thought does occur to him that tying Vash up would be fun. Even if Dodger... still doesn't know what he's doing where kink is involved, and he'd be relying on some mixture of his experience torturing people and his knowledge of how much most people can handle before it stops being fun and sexy...
That's a thought he can examine more later. Because the flicker of light catches his attention, and he lifts his head up to watch Vash's cock while he starts to stroke it. For now his grip is light, more interested in feeling the texture of it than actually getting him off.]
You're... glowing.
[There's something inherently exciting about that - he's only recently started sleeping with humans more often, he really does just like learning about new bodies and how they work.]
[ Vash manages a snort of a laugh. He's fairly certain that even with the light grip around his cock it's very clear he's anything but human. ]
Usually it's just sometimes, turns out this is one of them. It's a little embarrassing, actually.
[ His hips rock up into Dodger's hand without Vash really thinking about it, it's a little on the frustrating side, but Vash doesn't really mind the light touch, actually. ]
[Dodger lets out a short hum of acknowledgement, while he lets one of his calloused fingers drag across the head of Vash's cock. Then he slides his hand back down to the base, and tightens his grip a bit.]
I like it. Reminds me of someone else I know.
[And with Viktor, the glowing seems to be an indicator that he's doing things right... which also seems to be the case here.]
Keep talking, I like your voice. How many people have you fucked here?
[ Keep talking? Vash nods, his eyes focused on the sight in front of him, Dodgers hand gliding over him and squeezing. Almost at the same time, his grip in Dodger's hair tightens as he turns his head to catch what he can for a kiss, be it lips or jaw. ]
A few, maybe? Just one person this time around, actually. Last time I was here, just a couple. It's kinda foggy.
[ It's not foggy at all at this point, but there are things about his last time in the resort Vash plans to keep very close to his chest. ]
I'm not usually really quick to jump into bed with someone, but come on this seems a little one sided at the moment...
[It still boggles his mind, how many people he keeps meeting here who don't fuck everything that moves. Even more so, if Vash has managed to go home and come back and still hasn't slept with that many people.
He meets the kiss, though, and seeks out another before he keeps talking.]
[Three or four months, and he's slept with one person? Dodger is making a face, a little bemused and extremely judgemental.]
...Huh.
[Well, maybe better to keep his opinions to himself. Although he's doing an absolutely awful job of hiding how put-off by it he is. He's just... going to focus on biting Vash's neck again to hide his expression.]
[ He's about to say something, honestly, far too perceptive to miss the facial expression and the temperature shift of the conversation. In fact, he opens his mouth to do so right as Dodger bites down on his neck and all that comes out of his mouth is a yelp. ]
Hey, jeez, I bleed like a normal guy if you're trying to figure that out!
[ Give a guy a break, he's doing his best ok? Vash one hand down to guide Dodger's hand free from himself so he can turn, and then yank Dodger by the waistband of his pants. ]
What I've been up to here isn't really all that important, you know.
[Dodger lets out a huff, and seeks out another kiss before letting Vash move him. He takes a moment to pull a bottle of lube out of his pocket - of course he has that on him - before he works on kicking off his pants and the boxers underneath. Said boxers read this ride only stops for emergencies, crying is not an emergency across the front.]
You'll have to tell me if something I do starts to hurt. Alright? I'm used to people with more... pain tolerance.
[The permission gets a grin on his face that persists into their kiss - it's rare for him to ask, even more rare for him to actually get the go-ahead. And he wastes no time at all, holding up his Watch to take a picture of Arthur on his lap before he actually takes the bottle.]
Maybe I'll show you some of them later. If you want.
[He takes the bottle, though, wetting his fingers and seeking out another kiss before he presses one inside of Arthur. And then another, as soon as he feels like he can handle it.]
[He lowers his gaze with a breathy laugh, his forehead against Dodger's shoulder as he feels fingers inside of him. As always, there's a moment of resistance as he grips his arms tightly, but then he breathes out.]
I'd don't - know if I want to see myself like that.
[Scars and mussed hair aside, Arthur is not used to seeing himself as anything but immaculate.
So he moves on.]
I - drank a potion before you came. You can - burn all you want.
Damn... takes some of the fun out of it, if it doesn't hurt.
[He's joking-... he's mostly joking. But he moves his free hand up along Arthur's side, to grip lightly into his skin, heat his fingers up enough that it would normally burn him. It does still feel nice, even if he doesn't get the satisfaction of the sizzling skin and the scent of cooked flesh. And all the while he keeps working Arthur open, erring on the side of caution just to avoid injuring him anyway.]
[He leans into the touch, into the white hot heat that seems - just calming now. A warmth that he craves. He closes his eyes, gasping aloud a little as he opens him up. It doesn't hurt, though.]
Contrary to what you might think - I don't actually - enjoy being hurt. It just - can be pleasurable with the right - fuck - circumstances.
Shame... if you're gonna get hurt anyway, you might as well get something out of it, right?
[He keeps touching, without any actual goal, just... feeling him up, memorizing the way he feels. Some part of him isn't entirely convinced he won't have to learn it all over again, after that first switch.
It takes a while, but once he's satisfied he slides his fingers out, and works on lubing up his cock before guiding Arthur down onto it. Still going slow, because his strength is still an issue.]
[Arthur raises himself up, but lets Dodger take control for a moment, sliding down onto his cock as he grips his shoulders tightly. Even with the prep, the pressure and the sudden intensity of it make him moan deeply, unconcerned with the neighbors hearing. They've heard worse from this cabin.]
Fuck.
And I do - get something out of it. When I - I want it.
[And once he's settled, once he's used to it, he relaxes around him a little and rocks his hips forward.]
[Dodger lets out a huff of laughter, and raises his watch up to take a picture. Maybe a few, just to make sure he gets a good shot.]
You look good up there...
[He has to briefly check his photos, but- okay, he's here and in the moment. His hands move back to Arthur's hips, guiding him back up so he can thrust up into him. It's around here where Dodger's patience fails him - he's going as slow as he can manage but that still ends up falling into a rather rushed pace, and a little arrhythmic while he tries to contain himself.]
[Arthur allows him two pictures before he's grabbing gently at his arms, kissing his neck, trying to pull his attention back to the moment. When he finally gets it, when Dodger arches up into him in a particularly rough move, he gasps out a struggling - ]
Again.
[- before he tries to keep up.]
Don't forget - the dare.
[Arthur's close after all of the prep that Dodger did, but he holds himself back, wanting to enjoy this moment for a while longer.]
[Dodger remembers the dare, sure, but he still struggles. Because Arthur's body feels wonderful, and because he's young and impatient and only started actually caring about his partners within the last year. So he tries, but his expression turns almost painful when he slows down enough that he's not in danger of sending himself over the edge.
Instead he closes his hand around Arthur's cock, trying to match the pace of his hips. Harsh strikes in, slow pulls out.]
[He moans, resting his forehead against Dodger's shoulder, his favorite position. It allows him to be close, but not overly so. Enough that he can breathe him in, the sweat beaded headiness of him.]
So what if I am.
[He brings him into a kiss, biting his lip as he does.]
I'm close. Just shut up and - and don't stop.
[Because it only takes a few more movements, a few more strokes of Dodger's hand, and Arthur comes with a curl of his toes and a sharp bite in his shoulder.]
[Dodger lets out a soft huff, but he presses back eagerly into the kiss. It's hard not to follow that instruction, shut up and just lock in until Arthur comes.
The bite to his shoulder wakes something up in him, and Dodger digs his fingers into Arthur's back as his hips snap up out of rhythm. It takes a visible amount of effort for him to slow down, pause, try to keep his wits about him when he could just take this as the end of the dare.]
[He barely waits for that answer, already humming with frustration by the time Arthur speaks. The noise escapes him is bestial, like a dog chomping at the bit to start a race.
Both of his hands find their spot somewhere around Arthur's shoulders, to hold him in place while Dodger pounds into him about as roughly as he feels he can without breaking something. It barely lasts a minute, but it's a minute of glorious, savage bliss before he fills Arthur up with seed that would absolutely be scalding him if not for John's potion.]
[His eyes close in happy bliss as he lets Dodger take him in the rough way that he wants. If he hadn't been sent over the edge already, he would have now, the sound of his own moans sounding faraway and foreign to his ears.
And when it's done, Arthur slides his fingers through his hair, pulling him in for an exhausted kiss.]
[Dodger returns the kiss as much as he can, before just sinking down to melt into the mattress. For a while he's happy to just lay here and catch his breath, and enjoy the few moments where he isn't thinking about anything in particular.]
...You're not hurt, right?
[He has to check, just in case. Even if it's partly just to keep himself safe.]
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Vash [Truth or Dare]
I'd be more surprised if you weren't... figuring things out.
[He sure is trying not to call Vash a virgin, that's not polite.
Dodger relaxes easily, though, loosening his grip to give the older man room to move as he pleases. He does seem to have a handle on that, at least. Although the question gives him pause... he knows what he likes, but he's nearly out of the substance he needs to be able to do it. Better not to set up any expectations.]
I always top, I don't care about positions. You riding me sounds great. I like getting bitten, bruised, choked, bled... whatever strikes your fancy. But it's not gonna stop me from getting off if you're gentle.
[Burning Vash's skin is off the table, but.. clothes should still be fine? So he reaches between them to work Vash's pants open, but his fingers are very noticeably heating up in preparation for just burning through the front of them.]
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[ Biting, maybe... he thinks. He runs his tongue over his teeth absently at the thought, the roll of his hips stilling due to the wandering thoughts. It isn't until he can feel the physical heat of Dodgers ability that he's pulled back to the presence with a flicker of wide eyes and hitched breath. He's startled into sitting up, pulling away from an aborted kiss to grab Dodger's wrists with his mismatched hands. ]
W-woah woah hey, don't be so hasty, there's stuff in there I don't want getting burned remember?
[ Like the dick that's currently pressing against the very recently too tight line of his pants. Dodger draws the line at calling Vash a virgin to his face, but not burning one of the few pairs of pants he's managed to purchase here? It's kind of funny. ]
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Dodger does pause when his wrists are grabbed, and his hands go from painfully hot to just feverish in an instant.]
I know how to be careful, I do this all the time. And I'll buy you new pants, if you want.
[There are a lot of reasons that Dodger would never want to leave the Golden Peacock, and one of them is that he's been slowly but surely accumulating a staggering amount of wealth by being a slut.]
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[ Shoot him, sure, that much he's used to.
Unfortunately for Vash he may have grabbed Dodger's hands just as they're the wrong side of too hot, so he's already let go of one of Dodgers hands to blow on the flesh and bone hand. The prosthetic doesn't even seem phased. Oh well. It's his own fault. ]
I appreciate the offer though, but I don't wanna owe you anything. There's no telling when I could pay you back.
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[He would be more insistent about payment if they were dealing in cash... but Vash would only be able to pay him back with chips he got from fucking other people and Dodger would honestly rather keep finding excuses to screw each other.
Dodger's gazes flickers briefly to Vash's hand, and... he does consider stopping to check on him. But Vash doesn't seem too bothered, so he just moves on. Switching gears to instead rip through the front of those pants as if they're made of paper. And his underwear too, while he's at it.]
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HEY! Did you hear what I said?!
[ There's a flare of temper there as he closes the fingers of one hand into a fist and strikes dodger in the right pectoral. ...It might have been hard, but at the last minute Vash reigns it in and it should be no worse than a light shove. He rolls off of Dodger's lap then with an annoyed sigh as he pulls off what used to be perfectly comfortable pants. ]
Y'know most people might tell you to get out after a stunt like that.
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[He does relax a bit in preparation for that punch, just because he doesn't want to hurt Vash's knuckles... and almost looks disappointed by the lack of pain. More disappointed by Vash rolling off of him, but...]
...And you're not most people.
[Because if he was he would just... do that. But Dodger hesitates, belatedly remembering the manners he's slowly been figuring out over the last few months.]
Sorry. I'll buy you some new pants, you don't have to pay me back.
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[ Vash huffs out an annoyed sound as he tosses the ruined pants on the floor (what little space there is), lifting a hand up to scratch through the back of his undercut as he muddles through what it is he wants to do. He twists back to look over at Dodger, the expression on his face a little grumpy.
And then he holds up two metallic fingers in a V. ]
Two pairs of pants.
[ He's driving a really hard bargain here. Maybe. Being completely naked in front of a guy he just started talking to today might be lowering the bargaining power he's got. ]
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Three pairs, then I'll have one I can rip off again later.
[Vash might be grumpy, but Dodger can tell he's got a foot in the door here. So he leans forward, tipping his head in a way he clearly thinks is cute and seeing if Vash will let him seek out a kiss.]
For now, you probably don't want their sacrifice to be in vain.
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You're a real weird guy, you know. Never really thought I'd take that kind of sentence seriously. Let's keep the pants ripping to more dire situations okay?
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Give me a dire situation that can be fixed by ripping pants off.
[While he gets his answer he's tipping his head down to press kisses along Vash's neck, maybe a few nips of his own while he's at it. And one of his hands slides down along Vash's stomach, down to grip softly at his inner thigh before curling fingers around his cock.]
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[ Lips press to the skin of his neck and Vash leans his head to the side, making room. He laughs a little, coming to the conclusion that the question wasn't really asked with getting an answer in mind, now that things seem to have gotten back on track.
He lifts a hand up, the pads of his fingers dragging up Dodger's back and over the nape of his neck before curling into his hair, grip suddenly tightening with a gasp the minute that hand wraps around his dick. A brief show of bioluminescent blue shimmers over Vash's face and down his body, the pattern of it the same as can be seen in his eyes when the light hits just right.
The shape of him is strange, phallic but twisted like roots, tapered and rounded. That same glowing pattern is lit steadily along the length of him, the skin slick to the touch. ]
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That's a thought he can examine more later. Because the flicker of light catches his attention, and he lifts his head up to watch Vash's cock while he starts to stroke it. For now his grip is light, more interested in feeling the texture of it than actually getting him off.]
You're... glowing.
[There's something inherently exciting about that - he's only recently started sleeping with humans more often, he really does just like learning about new bodies and how they work.]
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[ Vash manages a snort of a laugh. He's fairly certain that even with the light grip around his cock it's very clear he's anything but human. ]
Usually it's just sometimes, turns out this is one of them. It's a little embarrassing, actually.
[ His hips rock up into Dodger's hand without Vash really thinking about it, it's a little on the frustrating side, but Vash doesn't really mind the light touch, actually. ]
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I like it. Reminds me of someone else I know.
[And with Viktor, the glowing seems to be an indicator that he's doing things right... which also seems to be the case here.]
Keep talking, I like your voice. How many people have you fucked here?
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A few, maybe? Just one person this time around, actually. Last time I was here, just a couple. It's kinda foggy.
[ It's not foggy at all at this point, but there are things about his last time in the resort Vash plans to keep very close to his chest. ]
I'm not usually really quick to jump into bed with someone, but come on this seems a little one sided at the moment...
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[It still boggles his mind, how many people he keeps meeting here who don't fuck everything that moves. Even more so, if Vash has managed to go home and come back and still hasn't slept with that many people.
He meets the kiss, though, and seeks out another before he keeps talking.]
...How long have you been here? This time.
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Three or four months? ...Why?
[ This feels like a conversation they should have had before this point!! ]
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...Huh.
[Well, maybe better to keep his opinions to himself. Although he's doing an absolutely awful job of hiding how put-off by it he is. He's just... going to focus on biting Vash's neck again to hide his expression.]
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Hey, jeez, I bleed like a normal guy if you're trying to figure that out!
[ Give a guy a break, he's doing his best ok? Vash one hand down to guide Dodger's hand free from himself so he can turn, and then yank Dodger by the waistband of his pants. ]
What I've been up to here isn't really all that important, you know.
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[Dodger lets out a huff, and seeks out another kiss before letting Vash move him. He takes a moment to pull a bottle of lube out of his pocket - of course he has that on him - before he works on kicking off his pants and the boxers underneath. Said boxers read this ride only stops for emergencies, crying is not an emergency across the front.]
You'll have to tell me if something I do starts to hurt. Alright? I'm used to people with more... pain tolerance.
[He's used to people with pain kinks.]
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[The permission gets a grin on his face that persists into their kiss - it's rare for him to ask, even more rare for him to actually get the go-ahead. And he wastes no time at all, holding up his Watch to take a picture of Arthur on his lap before he actually takes the bottle.]
Maybe I'll show you some of them later. If you want.
[He takes the bottle, though, wetting his fingers and seeking out another kiss before he presses one inside of Arthur. And then another, as soon as he feels like he can handle it.]
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I'd don't - know if I want to see myself like that.
[Scars and mussed hair aside, Arthur is not used to seeing himself as anything but immaculate.
So he moves on.]
I - drank a potion before you came. You can - burn all you want.
cw: thinking about burns
Damn... takes some of the fun out of it, if it doesn't hurt.
[He's joking-... he's mostly joking. But he moves his free hand up along Arthur's side, to grip lightly into his skin, heat his fingers up enough that it would normally burn him. It does still feel nice, even if he doesn't get the satisfaction of the sizzling skin and the scent of cooked flesh. And all the while he keeps working Arthur open, erring on the side of caution just to avoid injuring him anyway.]
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Contrary to what you might think - I don't actually - enjoy being hurt. It just - can be pleasurable with the right - fuck - circumstances.
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[He keeps touching, without any actual goal, just... feeling him up, memorizing the way he feels. Some part of him isn't entirely convinced he won't have to learn it all over again, after that first switch.
It takes a while, but once he's satisfied he slides his fingers out, and works on lubing up his cock before guiding Arthur down onto it. Still going slow, because his strength is still an issue.]
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Fuck.
And I do - get something out of it. When I - I want it.
[And once he's settled, once he's used to it, he relaxes around him a little and rocks his hips forward.]
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You look good up there...
[He has to briefly check his photos, but- okay, he's here and in the moment. His hands move back to Arthur's hips, guiding him back up so he can thrust up into him. It's around here where Dodger's patience fails him - he's going as slow as he can manage but that still ends up falling into a rather rushed pace, and a little arrhythmic while he tries to contain himself.]
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Again.
[- before he tries to keep up.]
Don't forget - the dare.
[Arthur's close after all of the prep that Dodger did, but he holds himself back, wanting to enjoy this moment for a while longer.]
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Instead he closes his hand around Arthur's cock, trying to match the pace of his hips. Harsh strikes in, slow pulls out.]
Pretty sure you're trying to kill me... fuck.
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So what if I am.
[He brings him into a kiss, biting his lip as he does.]
I'm close. Just shut up and - and don't stop.
[Because it only takes a few more movements, a few more strokes of Dodger's hand, and Arthur comes with a curl of his toes and a sharp bite in his shoulder.]
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The bite to his shoulder wakes something up in him, and Dodger digs his fingers into Arthur's back as his hips snap up out of rhythm. It takes a visible amount of effort for him to slow down, pause, try to keep his wits about him when he could just take this as the end of the dare.]
...Now can I come?
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Yeah.
You can.
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Both of his hands find their spot somewhere around Arthur's shoulders, to hold him in place while Dodger pounds into him about as roughly as he feels he can without breaking something. It barely lasts a minute, but it's a minute of glorious, savage bliss before he fills Arthur up with seed that would absolutely be scalding him if not for John's potion.]
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And when it's done, Arthur slides his fingers through his hair, pulling him in for an exhausted kiss.]
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...You're not hurt, right?
[He has to check, just in case. Even if it's partly just to keep himself safe.]
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[Sore, yes. Aching, yes. But not hurt. Not in any meaningful way.]
But I do think I will concede this game to you, my friend.
[He manages a small laugh before trying to wiggle out from underneath him.]
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I always win, sooner or later.
[DOES HE...
Dodger sits up and stretches, giving himself another few moments to get his energy back before he works on gathering his clothes.]
I'll see you later, alright? Gotta go win a few more rounds of this.
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Have fun, Dodger. Let's get a drink later.
[He lets his arm hang off the side of the bed, too sore to get up and too happy to try.]
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[And with that, as soon as he's finished getting dressed he disappears in a flash of flames.]