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@JINDRICHZESKALICE
20ish / m / bisexual / 6♤

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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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[He shrugs.]

I'm fine. I'm already on painkillers.

[He isn't, he's on heroin. But that's pretty much the same thing anyway.

He kicks off his pants, thankfully not revealing any damage on his legs. Today's boxers read pull the lever, win a prize. He leaves them on for now, while he climbs into Henry's lap and seek out a kiss. For now it's brief, giving Henry room after to keep working on his coffee.]

Anyway, it was fun when I got them. That makes it worth it.

[And even if they scar, they'll blend right in with all of the other scars littering his body.]

Alright. If you insist.

[ He isn't sure he wants to pry further. And honestly, enjoying what you did to get the scars is indeed entirely different from getting them while, say, falling off a cliff to an impending demise.

Henry warms up to the kiss, pulling back from it with a lazy little smile. A full cup of caffeine for his very first time may, in fact, have adverse effects. Not that he knows this, but now that Dodger is on his lap, he seems fine with letting what little is left go cold. ]

I'd say I'd be careful, but you wouldn't like that, would you.

[Dodger grins at that, and seeks out another kiss.]

No, I wouldn't. I want you to be a rough as you can manage.

[Idly, while they're kissing, he takes Henry's cup and clumsily moves it to the nightstand. Already forgotten, by the time he sets it down. He's shifting instead to make himself more comfortable, and roll his hips a bit while his lips are straying down to Henry's neck. He's already half-hard from watching the younger man eat, so of course he doesn't even need the potion to be all over him.]

[ Henry's response to that is a hum against the kiss. He's not necessarily agreeing to be as rough as possible, but he is acknowledging it. And it doesn't surprise him.

Dodger's roll against him makes him grunt softly as his cock starts to wake up. ]

You don't have to be careful with me either, by the way.

[ Going at it like they hate each other may not be Henry's thing but he's also not fragile. ]

[He lets out a snort, and leans in to press his lips to Henry's ear.]

I do have to be careful, or I'll hurt you. But I appreciate the sentiment.

[Just to prove his point, he shifts he press his lips to Henry's neck again, and then bites down hard enough to pierce the skin. It barely takes any force, but he is trying to keep it at a level where the blood will bead but not drip.]

[ Just for that, Henry is determined not to react to the bite, even though it takes him off guard. He just wasn't expecting something like that immediately. There may or may not be a muttered kurva in his breath somewhere though. ]

... Superhuman strength aside.

[ he manages. He isn't fragile for a guy with no superpowers or magic. He doesn't want to be treated like he's breakable, even if he is to someone like Dodger. Wishful thinking, maybe. But the medieval concept of masculinity is real... ]

[Dodger takes a moment to run his tongue over the bite-mark, before leaning back up to seek out another kiss.]

I'll keep getting rougher until you can't handle it, how's that?

[He's working up to it, because it's hard to shake the feeling that he's going to injure Henry without meaning to. And even if he's started sleeping with more humans lately, those instincts die hard.

One more kiss, before he leans back to grab Viktor's potion, uncork it and down the whole thing. Immediately, his skin heats up a bit, but... it's taking a little longer for him to feel the change. Mostly, he just knows something is shifting.]

[ Dodger's tongue against the stinging flesh sends a strange thrill dipping down into his stomach, yet another thing he's just not going to think about. It certainly will be appreciated if Dodger keeps himself in check for his sake. In an unspoken way of course. ]

I just want you to do what feels natural to you. Within reason, of course.

[ Not biting him just bite him, but because he's lost in the moment and that's the only thing that makes sense. Maybe that's too poetic and romantic of Henry in a weird way, but he said what he said.

He tips his head back slightly to watch Dodger down the potion, unable to hide his curiosity in his expression. ]

Did it taste good?

Might've. I can't taste anything.

[He guesses that doesn't come up in conversation much. He can taste some things, mostly spice and alcohol, but mostly he tastes cigarette ash. And as far as he can tell from the smell, if that potion had a flavor it probably wasn't good.

That feeling is starting to spread through him properly now - he's taken this on his own, he knows roughly what to expect, but it's very different to have an object of affection for it to latch onto. He's finding himself very aware of every place their skin is touching, and when he speaks again his voice has a sort of dreamy quality to it.]

You smell really good.

[At some point he'll soul-search about why that tends to be the first thing out of his mouth every time he gets drugged. But not today.]

... Oh.

[ Well that's certainly a reveal. Henry is a little dumbfounded for a second there. He supposes they can talk about it later if it comes up, only because he's really curious. As usual.

Other things have a priority now though, and he has to laugh a little at that almost drunken sounding confession. ]

Thank you, I just woke up.

[ He huffs in amusement, sliding his hands down Dodger's sides to rest on his hips as he gives his own a little bump. ]

[Dodger lets out a startled little hiss, and rolls his hips to answer that bump. Just that is enough to have his cock starting to fill in, spurred on more when he starts to property grind and seek out a sloppy, hungry kiss.]

You smell.. manly, I guess. Kind of sweaty. It's good.

[Another kiss.]

I really want you to rail me.

[These might be related thoughts, it's unclear. They're both being spurred on by the deep affection that's being pushed through him by the potion - a feeling that doesn't at all feel out of place, and given that Dodger already struggles with emotional permanence, he sees no reason at all to question it.]

[ That in turn wakes Henry's arousal up a bit more, his cock hardening beneath Dodger as he gives a moan into the kiss he's given. His laugh is more of a hum since he's unwilling to break away just for that, though he takes those words as a compliment more than anything. Nothing like stroking a medieval guy's ego by telling him he smells manly, apparently. ]

I think that's what we're going for, aye.

[ He replies, with one of his hands sweeping around to Dodger's pants to feel around for fastenings. Henry was told not to put much stock into what's being said under influence of the potion, but he honestly doesn't find it all that bad for the moment. Just ... really horny Dodger as opposed to regularly horny Dodger. ]

[Dodger presses a little harder with his next kiss, and ends up knocking Henry onto his back. Probably for the best, since it lifts his hips enough to make it easier to drag his boxers down. He reaches a hand down to help and clumsily try to kick them off without getting up, and doing his best to keep kissing at Henry's neck. It's all fumbling and (as far as he's concerned) deeply unsexy, but he's starting to really revel in how these potion effects seem to melt the anxiety out of him.]

Put your hands on my ass. That's our first test.

[It's been a point of growth, to start actually telling people not to touch there instead of just locking up and hyperventilating when they do. So while there's already nerves rising just at the thought of it... if he can't handle that much, then the potion definitely doesn't work.]

[ Henry feels a bit like they've just become a tangle of limbs but he does his best to help with getting the boxers off, holding back a shudder as Dodger goes at his neck. It is perhaps a little more silly than it is sexy, but that doesn't really bother Henry honestly. It's stirring up his arousal all the same. ]

If you're sure.

[ He figures that, reasonably, if the potion isn't working, Dodger will make it immediately known he doesn't like it and Henry will just stop. So he doesn't exactly wait for a full reassurance before his hands are sliding away from Dodger's hips and waist around to his ass. No sudden harsh moves or anything, he just ... touches. All the while he watches Dodger carefully. ]

[Dodger glances up, struggling a bit to meet Henry's gaze but understanding the importance of watching his face. He tenses a little when Henry's hands move away from his hips, expecting that anxiety to kick in... and it does, but it's a low thrum. Not the complete absence that the Mother Slime ooze promises, but something manageable. Nerves, not panic.]

Better.

[One of his hands moves between them, palming Henry through his boxers while Dodger decides whether he's ready to keep going. After a while, he takes a deep breath and starts to properly relax.]

Keep going. Touch me however you want.

[ At least Henry is slow in his movements. He really doesn't want to spook Dodger regardless of potion or not. He may notice the little spikes of nervousness, though even he was expecting it to go a bit worse.

For a moment, Dodger touching him distracts him. A groan rolls out of his chest and he closes his eyes though he does his best to keep his hands as they are. ]

Right. Ah, sure.

[ He tests out giving Dodger's ass a light squeeze before letting go again, his palms running upward. It's his first time of course, so he's got to map these muscles out. ]

[Dodger tenses a little further at that squeeze, but he leans into it anyway. Trying to communicate that it's good, that he wants it, even if he's uncomfortable. He relaxes again when Henry's hands move upward, and he gets out a soft sigh while they travel over him.]

You can get rougher than that.

[He seeks out another kiss, and nips Henry's bottom lip. Softly at first, and then sharply enough to break the skin.]

[ The signals are a little mixed to Henry, but if Dodger more or less tells him to continue, he will.

He's about to answer - and it's probably not the most well thought out answer anyway- but Dodger kisses him. Henry melts into it just enough to really startle when Dodger bites down on him. He can't kurva it out, so he just hisses the pain. The handfuls of Dodger's ass he grabs do come out a bit harder as a result.

Before he can think too much about whether his lip is bleeding, he presses into the kiss harder too, like that might soothe the sting a bit. ]

[The combination of the harder kiss and the proper grope to his ass earns a startled moan, and a pulse of heat that runs through his body before he manages to control himself.]

Fuck... just like that.

[One more kiss, while he shifts to start grinding his hips purposefully against Henry's.]

You should probably be on top. It'll be easier to stop if I start heating up.

[ The pulse doesn't bother him much more than tearing the flesh of his lip did, at least. He may be getting used to these little spikes Dodger has.

After the last kiss, he nods once, nudging them so they can roll more properly onto the bed... and so he can take a position from the top. ]

Just tell me when you're ready for more.

[ He's not really going to act without that permission. Though in the meantime, his hands sweep over Dodger's body, fingers latching into any clothing they've got left. They've really got to go. ]

[Dodger rolls easily with the motion, shifting to make himself comfortable and letting out a shaky breath when Henry takes his place on top. It comes with a fresh wave of anxious energy, a fresh tension in his body and a nervous look in his eyes. but... he can handle this. Or at least, he can hold off a little longer before he reaches for his back-up.]

I'm fine. It's you, I trust you.

[He's saying it like he needs to remind himself. But he's stubbornly pushing through the anxious thoughts, helping Henry get his boxers off and wrapping a hand around his cock once they're fully bare.]

...There's lube in my pants pocket, somewhere. On the floor.

[ It's nice to hear that Dodger trusts him, Henry's chest pooling with warmth at the thought. But he can't really dwell on that now, especially when his cock is finally freed and given some attention. ]

Fuck- Yeah, okay.

[ He huffs out. Unfortunately that means he has to slip away for a moment, but he scrambles over to Dodger's pants dutifully to fish that lubrication out of his pockets. Then he takes his spot over Dodger back up again, leaning down to plant a kiss against one of the tattoos against his chest. ]

Do you want to stay facing me like this, or ...

[The potion has a strange hold on him that Dodger doesn't entirely appreciate until Henry moves away, and some part of him flutters with worry until their skin is touching again.]

Facing you. I want to watch you.

[He tries to relax into the bed, even if he's still nowhere near as calm as he wants to be. One of his hands moves to Henry's hair, petting him to try and soothe himself further.]

Just... go slow, stop if I start breathing hard.

Alright. [ He nods slowly, leaning in to kiss Dodger softly again.

He knows, he knows Dodger likes it rougher, but Henry just feels the need to be ... reassuring. Or supportive. Or something. ]

I will, don't worry.

[ he eases himself between Dodger's legs, sitting up a bit now so he can open up the lube and slick up his fingers (these modern containers really are so convenient and easy). He doesn't go for it immediately. Instead he places the pads of his clean fingers against Dodger's stomach, climbing down carefully. Places a couple of kisses against the warm skin of his stomach and near his navel as he moves down. Only then does he attempt to ease his fingers between the cheeks of Dodger's ass, giving a light test to pressing against his entrance but not attempting to breach the muscle yet. ]

[Honestly, Dodger wants this to be rougher. Faster, harder, too overwhelming to think through. But that's exactly the problem, he wouldn't have the time or lucidity to stop Henry before his heat started to flare. He has to admit, this is the safest option for both of them.

Dodger props himself up a bit on one elbow, just enough to watch Henry moving downward. This is good, the kisses are helping quell some of that anxious energy. His breath is picking up slightly but it's from arousal more than anything, the anticipation that builds as those fingers move closer to his hole.

He tenses up sharply again, when he feels them pressing against it. His grip on Henry's hair tightens briefly, before he forces himself to relax. Deep breath.]

Keep going.

[Maybe not the best idea. But Dodger is stubborn, he doesn't want to admit defeat quite yet.]

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