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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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[ 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.]

Oh. Sorry. [ Yeah he didn't think of that immediately. He's not thinking of much at all to be perfectly honest. But once he's got a good portion of his breathing back, he pushes himself up enough to pull out and roll off to the side of the mattress.

Now he's got thoughts coming back to his head. Dodger pretty much said he loved him.

It had to be the potion, right? ]

You alright then?

[Whatever scraps of the potion are still left in his system still make him prickle with want, as Henry rolls off of him. Or maybe it is just what Dodger's feeling, and the potion is a convenient excuse. Who even knows anymore.

Henry hasn't mentioned what he said yet, but Dodger is dreading it. And worse, he feels weird about everything he wants to do right now. Flirting or seeking out more kisses or even his signature move of licking up cum after sex. Instead he sits up almost immediately, to lean over the bed and fish his cigarettes out of his pants pocket.]

I'm fine.

[He pauses, somewhere between getting a cigarette to his lips and actually lighting it. His voice comes out quieter than he means to, and much more uncertain.]

...That was good.

Good.

[ That Dodger is fine, that is. Henry fidgets a little awkwardly and then flops over onto his back, rubbing at his face for a few moments. He doesn't really know how to approach this when he doesn't know what exactly it means or where it's come from. ]

It was, yeah.

[ Eventually he drops his arms again. Honestly he kind of misses how Dodger behaves after they've fucked and what does that even mean? ]

You don't have to feel embarrassed, you know. About what you— well, you said Viktor's potion would make you act differently.

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[Dodger hesitates. It's sweet, that Henry is comforting him when he clearly fucked up. And when he should have known better than to take those potions together, knowing what each of them do individually. There's a pang of guilt moving through him, although it's just sort of... general guilt, for being himself.]

I did, yeah.

[He lights his cigarette, and takes a drag before laying back down and letting the smoke curl out of his mouth while he speaks.]

Something to report back to him, I guess, that I was spouting crazy shit.

[Although he can't help glancing over at Henry, and trying to gauge his reactions. Dodger struggles with facial expressions at the best of times, and it leads to him staring and scanning faces a lot, so maybe it isn't too obvious that he's very preoccupied with what Henry's thinking of him at the moment.]

[ Henry is quiet for a moment, and then sits up on an elbow a bit. ]

Was it crazy?

[ Well yes, it was a little crazy. That's not what he means, and he shakes his head quickly to clear that away. ]

Did you... Do you really feel that way...

[ His brows are a little pinched, as though mildly in pain. The guilt he feels does hurt. He feels guilty because he doesn't really know what his own feelings are entirely, but he doesn't want to hurt Dodger. And he feels guilty because he doesn't want to hurt Hans. ]

Nevermind. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

[ They are men after all, they don't talk about their problems.

Henry just isn't really sure what to do. ]

[Dodger hesitates, his gaze darting over Henry's face with fresh interest. Yes, it's very much a crazy thing to be saying. Dodger doesn't do relationships, he's barely attached to his boyfriend at home, he's supposed to be singularly focused on Esikko if he's giving anyone attention at all.

Except he doesn't work like that, not really. He wants to think he does. He cared about Jason when they were seeing each other regularly, even if a few months apart has been enough for him to move on. He loves Esikko enough to override his better sense, and still has room to keep a casual thing going with Scott, and... a far less casual fascination with Henry.

He isn't sure if love is the right word. But it's not wrong either.]

Who is John Galt.

[With most people, he tends to just drop that enigmatic phrase and move on. But... there's no way in Hell for Henry to know what he's talking about, so he pauses long enough to take another drag before offering Henry the cigarette.]

...It means 'don't ask questions you don't want the answer to'.

[ Henry still looks like he's puzzling through a complex mathematical equation or perhaps some archaic Latin, and indeed the phrase Dodger gives him does not help. He looks up at him after it, his brows unable to decide if they want to frown or not. ]

Who is ... John Galt.

[ He actually has no idea who John Galt is. Thankfully Dodger doesn't leave him hanging, so he's glad for that.

Does he not want the answer though? He kind of wants the answer.

Maybe just not yet.

But also, that seems to him a signal that Dodger doesn't want to talk about it after all, and Henry can respect that. ]

Ah, right then. Will you stop being shy then and come here? Or are you going to go?

[Leaving would probably be the right answer. He should leave, drink until he forgets this happened, and then never bring it up again. That would be, he thinks, the most reasonable thing he could do.

But he can't resist the invitation.

Dodger lets out a soft sigh, and shifts to climb on top of Henry and straddle his lap. He takes one last drag off his cigarette before crushing it in his hand and letting it drop onto the floor somewhere.]

I'll leave if you want me to. Or we can keep messing around.

[Although, just to make it perfectly clear what Dodger actually wants, he leans down to press a kiss to Henry's lips before leaning back just enough to check if that's alright.]

[ Maybe the smartest thing would be to call it a night and move on from there. And Henry does actually expect Dodger to leave like he usually does. That hasn't bothered him one way or another in the past. But he wouldn't have minded any of those times if Dodger stayed, either. ]

No, I'm not asking you to leave.

[ He answers quietly as Dodger's movements have him lying back down properly on the mattress. ]

I'd at least let you clean up first. [ He smirks a little in between the kiss Dodger gives him, and the one he answers with after. Yeah he's still confused and a bit troubled but he's also real good (??) at saving things for later. He can deal with it later. ]

[Dodger lets out a quiet, amused snort. His mood is still fragile, but he does appreciate that Henry isn't making this difficult. Really, anything short of kicking him out feels like a blessing right now.]

You've got a shower in here, right? Wouldn't hurt to clean up... and I burnt you, I should probably kiss that better.

[He's far worse at hiding how troubled he is, so he's still hesitant to push straight back into how flirtatious he tends to be. But he presses on regardless, pressing kisses to Henry's neck and shifting down lower to kiss his collarbone. And, assuming he isn't stopped, he's aiming to run his tongue along Henry's chest to clean up the cum drying onto his skin.]

Mhm. [ The shower actually distracts Henry though, which could be a blessing or a curse. ] I prefer the baths still, but having that shower in here is really useful. And convenient. I have no idea how it even works still.

[ Plumbing is wild!!

But oh. Dodger pulls him back into the moment with his kisses, and Henry softens again. If nothing else, even if things aren't as flirtatious and light as they have been, he is glad to have some of Dodger back to normal. Even if licking up dried cum is really fucking weird to Henry, he doesn't stop him either. ]

I'll be fine. But if you want to kiss it better, I won't complain.

If you get a rank up, you might get a bath tub... might even get one big enough for the two of us.

[That had been one of the dumber things Dodger spent money on at home, getting a tub big enough that he and Jason could both fit in it. But bathing with another person is incredibly sexy, and he had infinite money from being Augustine's lap dog, so why not.

With Henry's permission, though, Dodger's focus turns to licking up the cum splattered across Henry's chest and pressing more kisses along the stinging marks it left behind. After a while he glances up.]

Didn't your mother teach you anything? It won't heal right if it doesn't get kissed.

[He feels like this is probably fair ground to tease. Henry got more time with his mother than Dodger did with his own, after all.]

It's just hard to imagine...

[ It's not a bad idea, just. Outside of seeing lords in their chambers for business purposes or to assist Hans in obviously a very professional manner, Henry can't think of himself in anything nicer than the suite he's currently got.

He shivers a little at the brush of Dodger's lips along his torso and the sweep of his tongue, but the mention of his mother does bring a small smile to his face. ]

She always patched me right up. Even if I was being a total arse. Yeah, actually, I think I'm feeling better already.

Then next time we screw around in one of the Mating Season pods, we'll have to turn it into my old apartment. I think you'll like getting a tour.

[Granted, it would be his apartment without any of his weapons or his dog or the giant conspiracy board of notes on people around the city. So slightly uncanny, but a lot more comfortable to show off.

Dodger licks his lips, and shifts back up until he can press a kiss to Henry's lips.]

Good. [He pauses, and tips his head.] What kind of scraps were you getting into, back then?

I would like that.

[ Mostly because he is curious, and he wants to see more things from Dodger's world. Fooling around there is just a sort of bonus?

It's a little strange to be kissed after Dodger was literally just licking up his cum, but hell. He rolls with it anyway. Things have been entirely weird this whole encounter and he'd rather err on the safe side of not rocking the boat too much. ]

Oh, usual things. Ma didn't care much for the lads I hung around with before I was sent to Lord Capon. And I was eager to prove myself. To ... anyone, I guess.

[Dodger settles on top of Henry, resting his chin on Henry's chest. There's amusement clear on his face - with most 'heroic' people he hangs around he can't really imagine them getting into trouble, but Henry seems to have an edge to him. It's part of what makes him feel safe to talk to.]

I didn't really have anyone to hang out with, when my mom was still alive. But I bet she would've hated who I ended up running with. They were all Benny's friends' kids, so they all had something to prove. Just how boys are, I guess.

[He pauses.]

Not a lot of reasons to fight here, so I feel like I'm getting rusty. But most people here wouldn't last a second unless I pulled my punches.

[ There were and still are many times where Henry could choose a different way and maybe not end up so heroic. He's fully aware of that, even if he doesn't like to think of it. His smile is a bit wistful about his old friends in Skalitz growing up, and he shakes his head a little. ]

I guess so. They weren't the brightest bunch. But they came through when it mattered. I think Ma knew that too.

[ he gives a soft laugh then. ]

I'd offer to have a row with you but unfortunately I don't think my pride could take it if you pulled your punches or simply beat my arse into the ground.

[That gets a laugh out of him, equally soft.]

If I didn't pull my punches I'd break your jaw. But I bet you could kick my ass if I didn't have powers.

[He's fully lying - even without his powers, he really doubts Henry is a match for Dodger's odd blend of martial arts. He'd have to stick to just boxing to keep things even enough, but he's not in a hurry to wound the younger man's pride for no reason.

He shifts forward again, to steal another kiss.]

Some day when I get my guns back, I'll teach you how to shoot. It'll give you a fighting chance against me, if something happens.

[Ominous...]

I would certainly try.

[ He has no idea how strong Dodger would be without his strength and powers, but he is confident in himself. He's scrappy. And also sometimes just gets real mad.

He's not feeling either of those things now as he smiles against the kiss and perks up a little again. ]

I've shot a gun before. It was ... terrible. [ Turns out medieval firearms are not great. Or accurate. But some of Henry's cheer is replaced with mild suspicion at Dodger's last comment. ]

What do you mean by that?

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