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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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[Dodger hums softly and leans his head against Henry's hand, savoring that last pet before he sits up.]

This time it'll work. So don't feel like you need to go slowly.

[He leans over to get the slime ooze off of the nightstand, pops the cork and downs the entire thing. Still no taste, but the smell isn't that bad so he's sure he wouldn't mind it. And more importantly, Dodger starts to give off a smell as it works through his system. Something tantalizing and arousing, to accompany the gentle rise in heat from his skin and the separate warmth spreading through his chest.

There's that familiar feeling - the physical emptiness, and the conspicuous lack of fear. In fact, combined with Viktor's potion it's difficult to think of anything except for Henry's body, how much more of them could be touching, how much he wants Henry inside of him. Dodger hums pleasurably, and leans back down to capture Henry's lips harshly.]

I'll... do my best.

[ He's a little uncertain after the last reaction, but he wants to believe Dodger too. And maybe he couldn't physically hurt him without a good effort, but he doesn't want to add to the mental stress either. He might think, later on, that completely drugging yourself into doing this is maybe not the best idea, but Henry's always around people (including himself) that sometimes don't make the best choice.

Either way, he tilts his head once that strange smell wafts its way into his nose. His heart thuds, and his belly churns like he's just dropped down a hill a bit too fast. Before he can question it, Dodger's lips are on his, and any words dissolve into a muffled groan.

After a brief moment, he returns it, eager to feel the thrill and anticipation of arousal again and pick up where they left off. Other thoughts are already starting to drift as whatever that scent is does its job. ]

[Dodger reaches a hand up to cup Henry's cheek, and uses that to guide him on top without having to break their kiss. Even if he knows it'll work this time... it still feels good for both of their nerves, to give Henry the option to jump back if he needs to.

Once Dodger is on his back with Henry between his legs, he finally breaks the kiss to let his lips wander along the younger man's jaw and neck. The hand on Henry's cheek slides down to briefly rest against his throat, down along to his chest and stomach before finally wrapping fingers around his cock. He strokes it slowly, just trying to make sure it's fully woken back up.]

Lube's behind you, I think.

[Not that he's giving Henry a ton of room to grab it... but he'll move if he's asked.]

[ For some reason, the touches from Dodger draw a smile out of Henry, but he dutiful allows himself to move back on top. It does feel, at least, that most if not all of Dodger's nerves have dissipated. That's a confidence boost for Henry too.

He huffs softly at his task while Dodger's got his hand on his dick, a corner of his mouth turning up. ]

Sure. Mn, no problem.

[ He moves in a way that suggests Dodger has to give him some space, but once they've got it, he scoops the bottle back up and opens up the lid to slick his fingers back up. ] You're ready then?

[Dodger moves as needed, ignoring another pang of stress that hits during the brief moment where they aren't touching. His expression is one of quiet adoration, just admiring Henry's body and thinking loose, meandering thoughts about how pretty and kind and safe he is.

He takes a deep breath at that question, and nods.]

Ready. Go ahead.

[He's confident - far more than he was before, at least. He's safe, he knows the slime works, he ~~loves~~ really likes Henry as a friend, this will be fine.]

[ As a blessing, perhaps, Henry is oblivious to Dodger's thoughts as he's fully focused on attempting to stretch the man out again. He's maybe not as well endowed as Dodger, but he likes to think he's not small, either. So he wants this to go okay.

Giving a nod and setting the lube aside, he finds himself comfortably between Dodger's legs again. His free hand brushes against a hip and along the top of a thigh before he's nudging that leg aside a bit. Once more his slick fingers find their way against Dodger's hole, rubbing with a small bit of pressure before he attempts to push the tip of his finger inside.

He doesn't warn outside of his touches, but he leans in to kiss Dodger as if in distraction. It ... kind of almost sort of seemed like it helped last time. ]

[Dodger tenses a bit when Henry's hand moves toward his ass, just out of habit, but he relaxes right afterward. Truly relaxes, enough that he can just fully focus on the feeling of that finger entering him and the anticipation of getting more.

His skin stays at its regular feverish heat for now, but it pulses slightly with arousal as their lips meet. He leans eagerly into that kiss, burying a hand in Henry's hair to keep him close.]

[ That tensing gets him to pause, but only for that one brief moment as it seems Dodger relaxes easily. Maybe the slime really is working. He's not sure he wants to ponder that all too deeply, so he presses his finger in a bit deeper, sliding it back and pressing forth in a slow rhythm. It isn't ridiculously slow, but he doesn't speed it up until he's absolutely sure that Dodger's okay with it. He knows he was told not to be too careful, but he's got to.

Or he's trying to be, in any case. Dodger pulling him into that kiss draws out a muffled groan from him, distracts his finger's steady movements and makes it not so steady. His lips part to deepen it, trying to get a breath in between so he doesn't have to break away so soon. ]

[It may not be too slow, but Dodger is feeling impatient. He squirms slightly, trying to press back into Henry's hand and get more of him, and lets out a little keening noise against Henry's lips.

His tongue slips out to explore Henry's mouth, and a pleasurable groan escapes him just from the kiss before the motion of Henry's finger earns a proper little moan. He tries to keep that kiss going for as long as he can, but eventually he has to break it just enough to speak against Henry's lips.]

Still doing fine. Keep going.

[ The squirming gets Henry to snort softly, but other than that he doesn't rib Dodger about it. At least now he's sure it really is working and he can worry less.

Those sounds Dodger is making seem to shoot straight to Henry's cock. It throbs with need and adds more of an urgency to his finger. Soon enough he's adding a second there, thrusting a bit deeper now that he feels it will go well enough. The next time their kiss breaks apart, he drags his teeth against Dodger's lip, releasing a puff of air as though he can't decide whether to laugh or just breathe. ] Fuck...

[ he didn't mind not being on top before but even with just this much, this way is pretty hot too. ]

[The teeth against his lip earn a proper moan, to compliment the heavy breathing from the fingers stretching him open. He's still getting used to this, but it feels fantastic every time and he can't be sure how much of that is the slime's effects and how much of it is his own thirst. He remembers feeling like this before Arzial, so maybe the slime is just returning him to his unaltered state.]

Fuck... that's enough prep, just fuck me. Please?

[He's being a little impatient still, but he's confident that he can take it. And much more importantly, he feels like he's going to lose his mind if he doesn't get filled up soon, between the two substances warring in his head.]

[ Even if it's, Henry is certain, a little wrong, seeing (and hearing) Dodger in this state is really hot. It's both weird and pleasant the way his chest clenches and stomach dips just at the idea of being inside the other man.

He really does want to ask if Dodger is sure, though. He's probably not stretched him enough. But he can hear that want and desire in the plea as well. Unfortunately it goes straight to Henry's cock rather than his head. Dodger is very sturdy though, he shouldn't underestimate him even if he's ... under the influence. ]

If you're sure... [ He still says that, despite drawing his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock instead. Groaning like he's just sat down in front of a warm fire (ha) after a long day of hard work, he starts to push himself in as much as Dodger's body will allow. Not too quickly, just in case. But not so slow that it comes off as fussing too much. ]

[Dodger's body isn't as used to this as he wants to be, but his senses are a little dulled by various substances and the rest of him just likes the burn that comes with going too quickly. It leads to him letting out a soft, relieved moan when Henry finally enters him, and pulsing softly with heat. It's fine - better than fine, it's fantastic.]

Go slow, at first. It'll stretch me the rest of the way.

[His words come out breathy and wanting, and he has to quell the urge to demand more already. Instead he just seeks out another kiss, just to keep feeding the insatiable need within him.]

[ Henry nods, pulling his hips back a bit. ]

Right. Tell me if it's too much.

[ Or not enough, for that matter. He feels like Dodger won't have any trouble with the latter in his current state though, so it goes unsaid. This time when he presses forward, he inches his cock just a little deeper, starting a rhythm where he gets in bit by bit assuming Dodger's body doesn't fight him on it.

He kisses him back, groaning softly into it as being wrapped in that tight heat (emphasis on heat) lures him into feeling stronger and stronger that he needs more. ]

[That earns a huff of laughter.]

Sure... I'll tell you if I think anything other than 'more' and 'harder'.

[Each thrust earns a soft noise from him, and Dodger ends up gripping the sheets just to do something with all the coiled-up energy in him. His face is quickly turning bright red, and as soon as he thinks about how much he must be blushing his other hand moves up to cover his eyes.]

Fuck... could you bite my neck?

[ Even Henry blushes a little at that retort. Okay fine, Dodger has a point. In fact, he's not even going to grace that with a verbal response. He just sort of bobs his head once and grunts.

Anyway, the shade of red Dodger's pale skin is turning is worth it. Henry smiles against his lips after he gets a breath (and a good look), not yet focusing on any sort of rhythm in his movements so much as getting more of his cock buried inside. There is more resistance than if they'd really been thorough in stretching Dodger, but in the moment his body just finds any sort of good friction a relief from its need. ]

Mmhn. [ He groans in reply, moving his lips down along Dodger's chin. There's a huff of air from him that might seem like a little bit of a laugh, but he's doing his best not to. It's just really outrageous to him that this man has such an adorable side?

Even when he makes requests like that. Henry kisses along Dodger's neck at first, but opens his mouth, dragging his teeth against skin until he bites down again. He doesn't have Dodger's strength obviously, but he knows if he babies it, well, that's not what Dodger wants. So for a human it's not too gentle. ]

[He thinks he can hear a laugh under Henry's breath, and he can't even fault it - he's been a mess every time he's under the slime's effects, it must be funny seeing the difference between what he's normally like and what he used to be like. Before the anxiety took over every part of him.

Dodger tips his head eagerly to give Henry better access, and lets out a pleasant hiss when the younger man bites down. He's tough, but that bite is harsh enough for him to feel it and that's all he's really expecting. Just that, the soft twist of pain and the feeling of Henry pinning him down with it is everything he wanted, and he rewards it by releasing the sheets to bury his fingers in Henry's hair instead.]

Just like that...

[He figures he shouldn't push for Henry to draw blood, maybe next time. This is already plenty - especially now that Henry is mostly inside him, and it's starting to sate the intense sense of emptiness from the slime. The sense that feels very natural to Dodger under all those layers of bravado, that he is the most complete when his body is being filled by another man.]

[ It's certainly a change, yes. But he doesn't want Dodger to think he's making fun of it either. Though maybe the other man would still take it that way if Henry expressed that he was endeared to it.

Now that he's most of the way in, and that anxiety of before seems to have vanished, he starts moving more, easing his way into something of a rhythm (though he doesn't expect it will stay all that clean). When he does finally get fully seated in Dodger the moan he gives is thick and deep from his chest as his hips grind up against the other man's ass.

His tongue swipes over the spot he'd bitten and then his lips wander a little and kiss the flesh as he goes. The next time he uses his teeth, it's closer to the junction of Dodger's neck and shoulder. He lets the bite linger longer, groaning into it as he thrusts. ]

[Between Henry bottoming out and biting down on that fresh spot, Dodger lets out a whining moan. His skin pulses with fresh heat, but he manages to keep it mostly under control - feverish, unnatural, but nowhere near dangerous.]

Ah- fuck-

[A giddy noise escapes him as Henry keeps thrusting into him, like a breathless giggle, and Dodger tries to shift to meet his hips. Each thrust feels like it's pounding fresh feelings into him - some messy, tangled mixture of effects from the slime, Viktor's potion, his own natural feelings toward Henry and likely a bit of his suit. It's overwhelming, for someone who is constantly trying to bury and ignore his own thoughts.]

God, I love y-...

[He catches himself a little too late, and covers his mouth while he lets out another muffled moan. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-]

[ This time Henry bites the same spot again. It doesn't draw blood, but it comes a lot closer. Whatever effect the slime has had on Dodger is doing something to him as well, distracting him with a sort of urgent need. His hips buck hard, riding on the thrill that Dodger's moans are instilling in him.

It's almost enough for him to miss that slip there. Almost.

Already a bit breathless, the word "love" strikes him with a triple hit of panic, (pleasant?) surprise, and guilt. Okay, quadruple hit, because Henry feels very confused by it too. In other words, there are way too many thoughts and emotions that want to come out of him when he doesn't have the capacity for anything but fucking. It succeeds in knocking the air out of him briefly. ]

You wh— [ Dodger's moan and the timing of a well placed thrust nearly does him in, his words dissolving into a moan of his own. His head is too empty for this, it's probably all just the slime anyway. So Henry decides in a split second to move on for the moment, reaching up to latch onto Dodger's wrist and try to pull his hand away from his mouth. ] Kurva- fuck! I'm going to come.

[Maybe it's a good thing, that he's pushing Henry over the edge in the midst of that confusion. He doesn't know, he barely has room for any thoughts except the dull surge of guilty panic pushing its way through everything else he's feeling. Too soon, too much, that was stupid to say out loud...]

Not yet, not yet-

[He resists at first, giving Henry that feeling of pulling on a brick wall, before he moves with the motion and lets his hand rest on the bed beside him. Dodger's face is bright red, and his eyes are wide, wavering like a startled animal's. It's the most distress he's managed to feel under the slime's influence, but it's... not a fear of being hurt, and that still feels like progress. Even if his skin is starting to heat up further.]

Just- fuck me a little longer, please..!

[It's fear of losing what he's got at the moment. It's fear of whatever conversation is going to follow. But it's also just a deep, addictive need to feel more when he's already overwhelmed.]

[ It might be a good thing. Even someone as relentless and sturdy as Henry can only handle so much at once.

He isn't entirely sure what the look on Dodger's face means, or what to do about it. But he has to use most of his focus not just to spill all his seed out inside of Dodger at the moment. There are what appears to be some more curses in Czech, even if he is happy that he finally got that hand off Dodger's mouth and everything. ]

Fuck... I'll try- [ He manages to slur out the words, his movements slowing a little but only so he can grind himself slowly up against the other man's body as his cock is buried as deep as he can make it. He only pulls back a little bit each time, slamming forward again quickly. His confidence that he'll be able to last is very thin, but his stamina is something most humans could brag about, so he doesn't immediately fail the task. He just hovers dangerously on the edge of it, like if Dodger squeezes around him just right he'll be gone. ]

[Dodger lets out a few choice swear of his own, closing his eyes to just focus on the feeling of Henry's cock moving through him. After a few thrusts, he gets what he wants - a few seconds where his thoughts grind to a halt, and all he can process is the pleasure coursing through him, the scent of the man above him, the feeling of his skin slowly heating up until it flashes to announce his incoming climax.

His stamina is terrible, only carried by the fact that he has to constantly hold back his heat. So just that small amount of extra time is enough for Dodger to come first, spilling hot across their chests with seed that might leave a stinging mark behind where it hit Henry. Dodger barely has enough awareness to mutter a 'fuck, sorry' under his breath, but with his body tightening around Henry, neither of them are likely very focused on it.]

[ And thank the Lord for that terrible stamina, because Henry wasn't about to take it much longer. He could probably usually drag it out but all sorts of strange things are happening this time around. As soon as Dodger tightens around his cock, that's it for him.

With a sharp hiss at the singing of Dodger's spend, Henry hits his release as well. There's little time to think of being polite about it or pulling out, but he gets the feeling that's not what either of them want at the moment either.

Fully out of breath, he collapses down against Dodger even if it is on the warm side to do so. He doesn't care at the moment. ] Ahh, fuck.

[Dodger certainly wouldn't want him to pull out - this is part of the thrill, the feeling of seed spilling into him and the younger man falling on top of him. He feels complete, in a way he often doesn't when he's on top.

In the afterglow he lets out a shaking sigh, and idly cards his fingers through Henry's hair. Stalling, for a while, trying to fully catch his breath before he speaks again.]

You should pull out, before it wears off.

[He hasn't run into any issues yet. But it feels foolish to test it.]

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