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Height 6'0" Body Type muscular Smokes no Drinks yes Drugs ?? Sign ?? Education decent Occupation blacksmith, page Income ?? Children no Pets Pebbles (horse), Mutt (dog) Hobbies alchemy, blacksmithing, playing dice, drinking

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01. WINE OR BEER

either

.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

Personality Type
ENFJ-A - The Protagonist

ENERGY79%
extroverted
MIND54%
intuitive
NATURE58%
feeling
TACTICS76%
judging
IDENTITY54%
assertive

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[ Henry's eyelids flutter a bit and he lets out a breath as Dodger's second finger pushes inside of him.

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.

[There's always that bit of fear, when Dodger shows glimpses of that deep dark pool of want inside of him, that this time it'll be too much. So his eyes light up when Henry's cock moves, when he accepts it and keeps returning each kiss. It warms something in Dodger, not just figuratively but literally, and his skin heats up a bit while he's pulling his fingers out.]

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.]

[ Henry definitely has to stop unwittingly encouraging these things out of Dodger. But that's always something he can deal with later. There are too many other emotions and priorities at play right now (he can, at the very least, keep on telling himself this).

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. ]

[He missed this. Sure, he's had plenty of sex over the last few weeks - possibly more than usual, enough that his body was getting sore from it after a while - but nothing feels the way Henry does, no one sounds like him and no one scratches this particular itch. It has him staring at his boyfriend with that look of starstruck adoration, as if blinking would be spending too long without Henry in his sight.

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.]

[ Henry's had his share too, but somehow nothing can compare to being with Dodger. Nothing except perhaps Hans, but that's only something Henry can confirm in his dreams. This is real and overwhelming in every way that he wants it to be. This is what he's been missing and almost desperate to get back.

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. ]

[Dodger's skin pulses with a bit more heat as Henry comes with Dodger's name on his lips. It's perfect, everything he was missing while they were apart. He lets out a approving groan and pauses just long enough to get a proper kiss, before he speeds right back up to keep pounding into his lover.]

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.]

[ Henry leans up into the kiss despite being a mess of physical sensations, his legs tightening against Dodger, toes flexing and then curling in as the thrusts pick back up again. Even though he wasn't inactive during their time apart, somehow he feels entirely full of the other man before he's even come yet, Dodger's cock pushing him open and chasing most of his coherent thoughts away. He'd been warned for this, chosen it even, but somehow still didn't expect it to feel so perfectly intense. ]

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. ]

Edited 2026-05-14 16:48 (UTC)

[Dodger can recognize the sound of the prayer, even if he doesn't know most of the words. It earns a quiet laugh under his breath, even if he barely has the breath to speak. His rhythm shifts instead, pulling out a bit slower and thrusting in harder until it feels like he's purposefully trying to interrupt the prayer with those cracks of pleasure.

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.

[ Against Henry's will (more or less), Dodger's tactic to break his prayer up is successful, and it ends up dissipating into his foggy thoughts for a short time. He starts to struggle to 'multitask', only able to even try focusing on one thing at a time. Right now it's the kiss once Dodger's fully sheathed in him, his moan on the verge of cracking with exhaustion.

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.

Edited 2026-05-14 23:00 (UTC)

[Really, he'd figured Henry would fight back against it, even in this lovedrunk state. Or maybe he'd get a normal prayer with his name swapped in for God's. What he gets instead is maybe the closest he's gotten to a profession of love in as many words, and it warms Dodger enough that he has to lean back and let out a breath of fire toward the ceiling just to keep himself from getting properly dangerous.]

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.]

[ Somehow, saying two prayers at once was less effort than fighting it, and now Henry is almost entirely spent by it. His body simply melts into Dodger's actions even as his cock threatens to grow hard again, it takes more work than it should to meet the kiss at his lips. His lips sting like they're about to crack from too much sun, and his tongue feels a bit too numb from the burning, but it's still, somehow, everything he's longed for for weeks. ]

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. ]

[Dodger is nearly as exhausted, even if his strength will recover much more quickly. It takes some effort to pull out, and afterward he just flops down next to Henry, only putting in the minimal effort to curl up against him and get comfortable. His gaze is flickering over Henry's body, checking for injuries... or rather, checking to make sure none of those injuries went too far. Not that he can think all that well right at the moment, nor can he do much about them.]

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?

[ There are mild winces that Henry tries to hold back as Dodger settles up against him. It's not that he doesn't want it, but his body still feels like it's on fire. How does he feel though? Great. Satisfied, even. He'd missed Dodger's presence so deeply, and he's even a little prepared to think about just how much he'd enjoyed what they did here. His burns and bruises are going to kick his ass for days, he knows. But in the scheme of things, hasn't he endured worse?

He has, however, been fucked a bit senseless and it does end up being hard for him to form words that are remotely profound and not just nonsense. His first reply is to groan again as his head turns on the pillow to watch Dodger lick up his spend. Lazily, his fingers come up to Dodger's cheek, rubbing gently at one of the scars there.]

I'm so, incredibly fucked.

[ He mostly means it one way though it's true in the more literal way too, but that's what he settles on before he surrenders to the kiss. His own cum is still a weird taste to him sometimes but he doesn't care. Can't care right now, and that's fine. He was serious about being parched with desire. ]

Edited 2026-05-15 03:19 (UTC)

[Dodger doesn't quite have the energy to lean into the touch, but he's certainly enjoying it. Henry is the only person actually allowed to touch those scars, and he loves every moment of it.]

Then I did a good job reminding you. [He reaches over to lazily trace patterns on Henry's chest.] You're mine before anything else, and I love you.

[And he's going to be riding the high of that prayer for weeks, if not months.

He's silent for a while after that, just basking in the afterglow and slowly recovering his stamina. But it gives him time to think, and that thing in his chest hates to see thoughts he doesn't necessarily want to voice. So out they come.]

I don't know if I want to share you. [A pause.] With Capon, I mean. Threesomes are different, but... I like feeling like I'm your favorite.

[Although on some level he knows Henry's happiness is more important to him than his own feelings. Which is an incredibly foreign feeling that he isn't sure what to do with, something he doesn't think he's felt toward anyone before.]

[ Part of why Henry likes touching them so much may have something to do with him being the only one, it's true.

He breathes out, something like a laugh. ] Yes, you did. It was perfect. [ Even if, and some has already started, he's really going to be feeling a bit awful for the next while.

He tries not to make any sort of face at the mention of Capon's name. Henry feels a sort of despair on the daily when it comes to Hans. He feels guilty for being here while Hans is hostage, guilty for falling for another man, guilty for everything! Especially considering he doesn't have a damn clue how Hans truly feels. To top it all off, he doesn't like the idea of hurting Dodger either just because he can't let go ... ]

I'm not sure you'd have to worry about that. Hans doesn't feel this way about me. And I don't think he's coming here. [ He does pause briefly, watching Dodger. ] I'd never stop serving him, though.

[Dodger's expression muddies a little. Sure, it soothes his pride a little to think that Hans isn't interested, that Henry is all his regardless of whether he shows up. But it still bothers him, having something Henry wants that's out of his grasp. And something that's much harder to get ahold of than, say, Mutt.]

Wouldn't dream of asking for that. [He lets out a deep breath, and presses their foreheads together affectionately.] Serving your master is different from falling for someone. I get it.

[Even if he did very much have some muddy romantic feelings toward Augustine, which he's shelved after a lot of soul-searching. He still doesn't like being a dog without a leash, but he can't say he'd want to go back to Augustine's care either. And he's certainly not interested in seeking love from anyone else.]

I still want him to come here. I want you to see him again, and... I don't want you to leave. So he has to.

[ Henry frowns, though he tries to keep down. His thumb brushes over Dodger's cheek almost more soothingly now. ]

Yes. I promised him.

[ And despite everything, whether Hans is his lover or Hans is his employer... Hans is his friend. His best friend, so he would never abandon him.

Despite the fact that his body has no desire to be put to work right now, he moves enough to be able to kiss where his thumb had been previously. ]

I'm sorry, Dodger. That I'm ... that I'm all mixed up about this. [ It's like his heart can't decide, even if he does think his chances with Hans are about a 2% right now. Henry hates the feeling a lot, so he's sure it doesn't feel great for Dodger either. ]

I'm afraid if he did show up here he'd feel disgusted by me, or something. And yet I'd still go mad if anyone else thought of touching him.

[Dodger closes his eyes, basking in that kiss and relaxing a bit more.]

If he's got an issue with you, we'll deal with it. In the meantime... I'll keep looking out for him when new people show up. And I'll try and get your permission before I touch him.

[Although he's fully aware he tends to fuck people before exchanging names, so who knows.

There's a pause, before he guides Henry into another kiss with a hand on his cheek.]

Do you love me? [Another bit of hesitation.] Even if it's still- both of us. I just wanna hear you say it.

Thank you ... Dodger.

[ It means a lot to him, because Dodger doesn't have to do that. It especially means a lot that he'd talk to Henry before attempting to touch Hans but in the end if Hans was interested that would be that. He can't actually prevent his lord from fucking the people he wants to fuck.

The whole thing gives him a headache on top of the heartache it usually brings, and he ends up clamping his eyes closed until he feels Dodger's hand again.

He hasn't even fully realized he hasn't said it yet. He's said things awfully close, of course. But, well. After these past weeks and after the toss in bed they just had, he knows. He ends up smiling, breathing out something like a chuckle. ]

That's the whole problem isn't it? I love you. [ He kisses him again, a little harder this time. ] I do, I love you.

[Dodger's skin warms up a bit at the words, and he lets out a contented noise into their next kiss. Yes, he already knew, and Henry's said a few things to him that might be more romantic, but it still soothes something in him to have it stated plainly.

He presses a few more kisses to Henry's lips before pulling back a bit, and wavering a little.]

It's Jamie, by the way. My name. Just... don't use it outside of this room.

[He honestly isn't even sure who he's hiding it from at this point. He really doubts anyone here cares that much, barely anyone cared back home. But some forms of security are just a tough habit to break.]

[ Henry smiles too, despite everything going on in his head and heart. It's good to see Dodger looking so happy.

His brows lift then as he's given Dodger's real name. He feels like he warms up a bit at the little tidbit too. Last time they came on this topic, brief as it was, he'd just accepted that he was never going to learn it. ]

Jamie, like ... James? [ ~~Actually Jakub in Henry's language, funnily enough~~ He looks like he's trying to decide if Dodger looks like his name. Affectionately, of course. ]

Of course, I won't tell a soul.

Yeah- well, Jamison. Which means 'son of James', my father's name was James.

[Which... Dodger takes after his father quite a bit despite having never met him. Nominative determinism at work, making him a functional alcoholic who can't stay out of others' business.]

I've been 'Dodger' since I was ten... tried to use my real name for a while, when I was trying to fix my life up, but it never felt right. Like wearing clothes meant for someone else. After that fell through, it just... made sense to go back to what I knew. I don't think I've said it out loud in... five or so years.

Jamie.. Jamison...

[ Mostly he's just trying the names out on his tongue, having not encountered them really before. But his expression fades a little as Dodger goes on to explain. When he's finished, Henry gathers him up close in his arms again despite the protest of his burns. ]

I'm glad you've told me. I won't forget how special it is. [ Being told, not the name itself of course. He gets the feeling that he shouldn't actually call Dodger by his real name so much as just cherish the fact he was trusted with the knowledge. ]

[The name barely feels like his own, but he still likes hearing Henry say it. It feels like some of that barrier he keeps between himself and everyone else is shifting, more and more, to allow Henry in at least.]

You'd better not. [Another kiss.] I can't kill people to keep their mouths shut here, so I'd have to do worse to you.

[He is (mostly) joking. Although the fact that it's entirely possible for him to do so makes him a little self-conscious, and he covers that up by seeking a few more kisses.]

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