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20ish / m / bisexual / 6♤
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.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
what is this
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
bath
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
what is a ninja
.05 TITS OR ASS
both
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
what is this
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
summer
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
leather
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
either
ENFJ-A - The Protagonist
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Don't know when I'm getting more potions... so lucky you, you get to bottom this time.
[Not that he's in any rush. For now he just positions himself between Henry's legs, and settles in to rut lazily against him while he keeps pressing more kisses to his lips, jaw, neck, wherever he can reach. Beneath the affection, there's also something a little more possessive - they've both been around other people for weeks, he feels the need to reclaim his territory. To touch everywhere someone else might have touched, and leave marks for others to see in the future. The first of which is a harsh bite to Henry's neck, stopping just short of drawing blood.]
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He lands down against his elbow before Dodger's fully joined him. Then his arms wrap up around Dodger's shoulders and neck as he leans up into the kisses and returns them with feverish ones of his own. Never mind that he'll have to move those arms really soon so he can pull off his or Dodger's shirt. ]
I don't care either way.
[ The answer is breathy and in between kisses, and it's true almost all the time, but especially right now. When he does finally get too impatient to feel skin on skin, he reaches between them to pull Dodger's shirt up. Before they get completely carried away, he wants to give a better, proper look (or touch ... or maybe taste) of the flesh that's free of Esikko's mark. ]
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He sits up a bit, partly to let Henry examine him and partly to give himself room to tug Henry's shirt off.]
It was... my favorite flower. Esikko's mark, I mean, he made it a tiger lily. They're my favorite.
[He has more to say about that, but he has trouble putting his thoughts in order. There's just... a lot there. Hurt, betrayal, anger, grief, the feeling that he shouldn't feel any of those things because he's got someone better to focus on. Or that he should be over it by now. And even if he doesn't feel much guilt about anything before it, he does feel guilt over how he got Esikko to take the mark away.]
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That makes what he did even worse.
[ Some of that hurt bubbles back up into his expression, though he tries to swallow it down. It's not that he wouldn't understand the feelings that Dodger is going through, even if he doesn't like them.
Once his own shirt is out of the way and his arm is free, he carefully brushes his fingers against that spot. ]
Forget about him. You can get a better tiger lily.
[ And you have me... ]
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Fuck tiger lilies. I'll get something there that makes me think of you. Calendulas, or... a bible verse or something.
[He pauses.]
I wanna keep the scars, though. As a... reminder.
[To be more careful, with who he lets close to him. That's what most of his scars are reminders of, honestly.]
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Tell me what they mean?
[ The flowers, that is. Maybe the bouquet he brought as well. Later, of course. Once they're done getting reacquainted. Finally he looks back to meet Dodger's gaze, though he gives a nod. ]
I can understand that.
[ Henry wouldn't want to heal that scar on his left shoulder blade either, even if there is magic here that could erase it forever. He wants- needs- the reminder of what happened, what it stands for, and who he bears it for.
He seeks out another kiss this time, as though they still haven't made up for lost time, flopping back down completely on the bed and hoping Dodger follows with him. He's tired of thinking about heavier stuff, God can forgive him if he just wants to indulge for a little while. ]
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[They're decidedly busy at the moment, even though he probably could explain flower language while fucking Henry.
Dodger answers the kiss easily, and moves right back in to lay on top of Henry. Once it breaks he leans down to leave more kisses along the younger man's neck, down to his collarbone, and hesitating briefly before he wraps his lips around one of Henry's nipples. Sucking gently, but with his mouth heated up just enough to add extra stimulation.]
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He watches curiously as Dodger moves down a bit, almost protesting when he gets to his nipple. However, as soon as lips close against it, and there's that little burst of heat, Henry's protest turns into a soft groan. It's not manly to have your own nipples toyed with, but it does feel very good. If it's Dodger doing it in the privacy of his room though, it's probably okay.
So inevitably Henry's fingers slide into dark tresses of hair and against the scalp, stroking encouragingly as he arches his back just slightly, to bring his body closer up against Dodger's. ]
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I missed the way you sound... I'm never staying away that long again.
[While he speaks, Dodger reaches down to grip the rim of Henry's pants and just rip clean through them and his underwear, as if they made of paper. It's easier, that way, to get them onto the floor without having to really untangle themselves. He's just as careless with his own pants, and the sadly blank boxers he's wearing under them. Although once they're off he pauses.]
You've got lube in here, right? I didn't pick any up on the way over.
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He's lost his voice for a couple of seconds there, cheeks and ears and even the back of his neck burning as Dodger speaks to him. ]
Good. You- agh— [ He stops, jolting as his pants and underwear are just ripped away. It's unusual and yet somehow quite erotic too, enough to send a shudder sliding down his spine as his back arches up and presses him against Dodger again. ] You better not.
[ he flops one of his arms up though, gesturing to where the bedside table is. ]
'Course. It's over there.
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[At least not unintentionally... and not in an unsexy way.
Dodger leans over Henry a bit to get to the bedside table, grabbing the bottle and stealing another kiss before he works on wetting his fingers. He pauses a moment to warm them, before sliding his hand between Henry's legs and pressing a finger into him. It takes some self-control not to add a second immediately, and he ends up seeking out more kisses just to keep himself busy while he takes this slowly.]
How do you want it this time? Do you want something soft and romantic, or do you want me to fuck you senseless?
[He knows what he wants - Dodger always wants to fuck so hard he can't think, but Henry's wants take a clear precedent at the moment. Dodger owes him that much if nothing else.]
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He sucks in his breath quickly to brace himself for that first bit of discomfort when Dodger presses his finger in, but truthfully, he's been so ready for this that it doesn't take long for him to expel that breath again and get himself to allow that intrusion in with more ease. He moans softly up into Dodger's lips, putting his arms up around the other man again now that they're back in more comfortable positions.
Releasing another puff of air, he smiles a little hazily at Dodger, rolling his hips into the movements of that finger. ]
We can save soft and romantic for later. [ Because he assumes they're going to go at least one more time before the night is completely over and he's lost to sleep. ] Remind me how much you want me.
cw: discussion of sexual cannibalism + burns im sorry about him
You couldn't handle that. [Slightly teasing, but mostly just honesty.] I want you more than anything on earth... I want to bite chunks out of you and swallow them, I want to burn my handprints into your skin, I want to leave marks on you that no one else can. And I especially want to burn the backs of your thighs... so no one else can fuck you without you feeling them and thinking of me.
[While he speaks he keeps working Henry open with his fingers, and pressing kisses to his lips between sentences. There's some level of self-consciousness in his expression, one of the rare times where Dodger fully understands how insane he's being. But he figures it's very good of him to not be doing any of that, using every ounce of self-control he has to not love Henry so hard that he breaks him.]
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Later on, he'll think back on these words and feel something bordering on disturbed, a little sickened, but the way Dodger says it now, in the moment and in the heat of things, how it sounds raw and passionate— Henry feels it go straight to his cock and he groans. Somehow, right now, he can't even be fully disappointed to be told, once again, that there's something he can't handle.
(Dodger is very much correct in this particular instance, of course.) ]
Fuck. Kurva.
[ He swears between kisses, turning those words over in his mind. Even in his current situation, he doesn't particularly want to be eaten. Or burned enough to feel it forever. But God help him if it doesn't rewire his brain a little to be wanted so much. In fact he suddenly realizes here and now that it may not bother him to be marked once in a while as a reminder, and that's a really, really strange thing to think about (and to pray about later with the rest). ]
Remind me with what I can handle then, damn it.
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Yes, sir.
[One more kiss while he works on lubing up his cock, before he shifts to line himself up and push into Henry. It's rushed, only pulling back a bit each time he meets too much resistance, but he's gotten pretty comfortable with knowing exactly how much force Henry can take. He makes it rough, maybe a tiny bit painful, but nothing bad enough to ruin the scene. And once he's buried himself fully he pauses to let them both adjust, seeking out yet another kiss and nipping Henry's bottom lip harshly.]
Touch yourself. I want you to come before me... I want to keep fucking you after you're spent, 'til you see stars.
[And he waits until Henry at least starts to follow his instruction, before he starts moving his hips. Immediately fast and rough, propping himself up with one arm and gripping his other hand into Henry's hip to yank him closer with each thrust.]
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With the lift in temperature he can feel his own body pulse a bit, partly in a fight or flight response and partly from lust. It's enough to add a little to the resistance of Dodger's cock making an eager entrance, but that almost makes it better. He's been waiting for this, and the rush and the sting of it are a nice addition to finally getting it. He grunts with the pain of it, but the sounds shift soon enough into heady moans and curses. ]
Hmmgh- [ He growls into the kiss, lets it draw out as Dodger bites into his lip only to cover it up with another brief kiss of his own. ]
Al— alright.
[ He nods once and lets his head drop back against the bed, his eyes closed. It's already overwhelming feeling Dodger fill him completely, like he's forgotten it in the past days and needs to readjust. But his fingers curl around his own cock in a fist and he begins to pump it in long, firm strokes. He keeps at it, even though it gets clumsy once he's really thrust into, every yank of his hip accompanied by a staccato of lewd whimpers and pieces of Dodger's name. ]
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His own breath comes out in inhumanly warm puffs, along with heavy panting and quiet moans. There are some attempts at kisses but they're clumsy and breathless, incompatible with the harsh pace his hips are setting. Still, it's hard to hold back the urge, it still feels like he has weeks worth of affection to make up for.
Before long his temperature starts to rise again, until he feels like the water in a hot tub. He shifts his grip slightly and leaves mild burns behind on Henry's ass cheek, in the shape of his fingerprints. They'll fade in a week or two, but for now they let him add just a bit more pain to underscore the pleasure.]
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The sounds Dodger's making in reply to his are almost enough by themselves to push Henry toward the edge of release, but adding everything else definitely gets him there much faster than he normally might. The clumsiness of it all, how uneven it is, that's what makes it all the more erotic to him as he tries to cling to Dodger with one hand and continues to stroke himself with the other.
The burns are what finally push him all the way over, pain cutting through his pleasure in a way that draws his voice out in a thick cry just as he spills his seed all over his fingers and stomach. ]
Aaugh! Kurva! [ His hips buck up, muscles clenching tight as he only slightly loosens his grip on his cock. ] Dodger-
[ His chest rises and falls in deep breaths as his body fights to soothe the sting of those burns. But he's not upset about it. Somehow, despite not even fully realizing it (or understanding it), it's what he'd wanted. ]
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Good boy... keep begging for me.
[There's a low growl in his voice, dripping with lust. A few more thrusts and he leans down to bite Henry's neck, hard enough to draw blood or come startlingly close, and he stays there like an animal pinning its mate. His breath is starting to get concerningly hot, enough that he's leaving a mark behind here too that will hurt like a sunburn. Although he is trying his best to keep it under control... if for no other reason than because holding it in will let him last longer, and he's nowhere near ready for this to end.]
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Gah... aah! [ Words seem quite impossible for him momentarily, replaced by mindless moans and grunts, like every part of him is having trouble keeping up but is damned determined to try.
His fingers finally relinquish his cock so they can curl into Dodger's shoulders and back instead just as Dodger's bitten into him. The sharp assault on already hot, sensitive skin is what teaches him how to speak again even though it only ends up as his lover's name. ] Dodger!
[ It's not a call for him to stop, even though it hurts, even though he feels like he's slipped at the forge somehow and the air itself is clinging to his skin and roasting it, giving his body a shiny sheen as he continues to sweat. One hand finds its way into Dodger's hair at the back of his head, clinging to the strands he can catch between his fingers.
Willingly trapped beneath Dodger, he holds tight to him, strained breaths carrying bits and pieces that may sound suspiciously like prayer though many words are lost. Zdrávas Maria... milosti... a požehnaný plod tvého života— and then: ]
Keep going. Please.
[ It's not that his request to be "reminded" hasn't been fulfilled, it's just that he's drunk off it now. Or every moment of frustration and doubt and hurt and love that's too deep has turned itself into this. ]
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When the request comes he nearly answers that he can't, he's already painfully close to the edge, but he manages to force himself to stop. Fully buried, panting heavily, he lets go of Henry's neck and presses a hungry kiss to his lips.]
Don't worry. We're not stopping 'til you pass out... even if I fill you up first.
[He does still need the break, but in the meantime he wraps his hand around Henry's cock, and keeps stroking it just as quickly as he was moving his hips before. He wants to make sure Henry's body doesn't get a single chance to adjust to it or recover.]
Mmm... I wanna hear you pray to me. Like you're worshiping me, instead of your God.
ALMOST FORGOT. cw: weird Catholic stuff
As soon as fingers wrap around his cock, he shudders, legs partially straightening out along the sheets as his back arches from the mattress. ]
Augh...aah... [ he pants, swaying a little from his crooked spot as his body betrays him in real time by stirring again. His fingers try to keep their purchase in Dodger's hair. What's being asked of him is ludicrous but he hates that despite his immediate instinct to refuse, the taboo thrill of it sends unrelenting jolts of pleasure straight to his dick.
He could never forsake his God to such a degree if he still has hope of making it to the gates of heaven. And he does have that hope, even when despair hangs heavy on his soul. Because he can't stop desiring men, he can't stop wanting two men with every fiber of his heart and body. Whether he likes it or not, this is a battle he's lost, and there's a victory to concede. The words he chooses are breathless and weak- sometimes missing parts altogether even if he believes he's saying them. By the end his voice will be almost gone.
Maybe if he prays in his head and prays out loud, both prayers desperate and true, he can still be heard. He could still be saved....
Hail Mary... ]
Insatiable Demon...
[ full of grace, the Lord is with thee. ]
Thou hast torn me from the Lord —
[ Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. ]
I am parched by blasphemy and desire. I covet thy Greed for me.
[ Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. ]
Let this sinner pray and drink of thee now and always. Forever and ever, until I am Filled. Amen.
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Amen... fuck, that's hot.
[He leans down to capture Henry's lips, with a mouth that's still hot enough to burn just a bit. He really is trying to keep his temperature down, but it's suddenly become incredibly difficult. It really does feel like the devil is working through him, stoking the forge in his chest.]
Let's see about filling you up then, o loyal sinner.
[His hand moves from Henry's cock up to his shoulder, digging his fingers in and leaving more burns as he starts to move his hips again. It's much harder now to control his strength, and each of those thrusts comes with a punishing force, although he won't last much longer like this. Less than a minute, before he drags Henry closer and spills inside of him with a flash of heat.]
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Dodger, fuck, kurva- [ The same old curses are all he's able to sigh when they break for breath again. Otherwise, Henry's cries are unintelligible. Desperate and animalistic. They're pleasure and exhaustion and scorching ache as he's pounded down into the mattress. If he was thinking, he'd wonder if the bed isn't about to break apart beneath them, but he's not.
By the time Dodger spills into him he really is spent, breathing heavily and trembling a bit, his body slick with sweat that's a mixture of his own temperature and in bearing the force of the thrusts and the pain of those burns. He'd been told he'd see stars and he does, especially once he comes for a second time. His own spill is smaller and weaker than the first but still wracks through his whole body until he's all but a puddle, not even able to keep his arms up on the other man any longer.
He groans one more time, loud and low and long, as though after days he's finally broken a fever. ]
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You look good like this.
[He moves a heavy hand to swipe his fingers through the spilt cum on Henry's stomach, and brings it up to his lips so he can make a show of tasting it. Although more than anything, he just wants the taste on his lips when he seeks out their next kiss a moment later.]
How're you feeling?
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