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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 lets out a little snort of amusement, and walks over to set the bottle on the nightstand, before kicking his shoes off and sliding onto the bed. His focus is set on giving Henry a proper greeting, straddling his lap and pressing a kiss to his lips.]

You'll get used to it, sooner or later.

[Although he'd be lying if he said he wasn't entertained by startling Henry. It's the little things in life.]

[ Henry grunts a little, but softens right away once Dodger's lips are on his. ]

I figured I would ...

[ But the fact that he's not quite there yet is frustrating!! He's also had time, while waiting for Dodger, to get sleepy all over again, so he is going to blame it on that. ]

Ah well. Doesn't matter right now anyway.

No, it doesn't.

[Dodger tips Henry onto his back, and follows him to press more kisses to his lips. Chaste at first, and slowly deepening as he gets into it. He just wants to indulge a bit, before he breaks off to rest his head against Henry's shoulder.]

Mmm... I wanna fuck you senseless, but I'll probably pass out right afterward.

[Probably not, actually. Dodger has a lot of trouble sleeping just because it's difficult to actually use up all of his energy, and there's still the constant anxiety from having someone near him. But he can dream, because it sure would be nice to actually get some sleep and get to lay in Henry's arms.]

[ Henry moves his arms up to rest against Dodger's hips, lifting his head up slightly to meet the kisses. He laughs softly and sleepily against Dodger's lips. ]

Oh, you do?

[ He never could have guessed! ]

Then I might spend all day in bed.

[Dodger's gaze softens, and he sneaks in one more kiss.]

Sounds like a good plan to me.

[He's trying bravely to pretend that this is just about sex, but he's stoked about the idea of just laying here. And even more so about Henry purposefully making time for him.

After a brief pause, he sits up and works on shrugging his jacket off. For now he leaves it on the bed, within arm's reach.]

I got my hands on something fun a while ago, I've been meaning to show you. How'd you like to be fireproof for a bit?

I don't think anyone else I've ever known would ever say that.

[ Martin and Hans would hate it, his mother would chastise him, etc. He's always got to be up and about. But then, no one's paying attention to that here are they? Maybe one lazy day is fine.

Besides, Dodger's got his attention mentioning something about being fireproof. ]

Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you about that. I might have found something too.

[That earns an amused snort. Sure, Dodger doesn't know many people either who would be pleased with him spending all day in bed, but surely they'd consider it different if he's spending it with a lover instead of bed-rotting.

At that last bit, though, Dodger's eyes light up and he ends up laughing.]

Don't tell me you ran into him, too.

[He reaches into some hidden pocket of his jacket, and pulls out a vial - one of John's Space Mead potions.]

I was thinking of you when I got a few of these.

[ Henry blinks blearily for a couple of seconds but then ends up laughing too, especially once Dodger reveals a vial that Henry has definitely seen before. He felt kind of silly at the time, but knowing they were on the same page is not only amusing, it feels better. ]

I did, yeah.

[ He did get some other potions!! For dungeon diving. But the heat one specifically he immediately thought of Dodger (and then felt a bit guilty for immediately thinking of Dodger). ]

It might work then? They won't last forever of course, but I thought maybe you wouldn't have to be so careful all the time.

Might work. Haven't tried it, but... John's powerful. And I'm sure he knows what he's doing.

[He's still a little unnerved by John, but he's proven to be incredibly safe from what Dodger has seen of him. An odd thing to think, about someone who is able to burn Dodger and who could definitely kill him if he wanted to.

He presses the vial into Henry's hand, and rolls off of him to give himself space to pull his pants off, and then his shirt. Today's boxers seem to be blank... which probably means they've got something raunchy on the back.]

Drink up and strip.

Right. I'll believe that.

[ He and John didn't really get into what he was, other than not human. It's better Henry be brought in slowly to that. He just appreciated his work as an apothecary and that's that.

Grunting a little as he sits and drops his legs over the side of the bed, he pulls off the shirt he'd been wearing and then stands. Normally he wouldn't believe he's doing this at the asscrack of dawn but ... it's Dodger. And Henry has already decided he'll be a little forgiving of his daily routine if it means the man will get some rest (eventually).

So gives a raised brow to the blank boxers, pops open the vial, and downs it before he starts to pull off his own underwear. After a bit of a cough from downing the potion. They never taste quite right. ]

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[Dodger lets out a soft, amused noise at the cough. Yeah, he can't imagine it would taste good. Although most of his focus is just on watching Henry strip, and openly admiring his body as it's uncovered. Then he pauses briefly to pull his boxers off - ah, there it is, there's a lipstick mark printed on the back.

Once they're both bare, Dodger motions for Henry to come closer, and runs a hand over his chest - at first it's just that feverishly warm temperature that's normal for him, but he slowly starts to turn the heat up.]

Tell me if this starts to hurt.

[His skin will eventually heat up enough that it starts to glow, like heated metal, make the air shimmer around him. But it's slow, figuring the potion will need some time to properly kick in.]

[ At the very least, Henry knows he hasn't been poisoned, so that's a plus. He's able to pull his underwear off and stand up straight again (and see the back of Dodger's boxers) without issue. There is something happening though, he thinks. Not a tingling sensation exactly but he is acutely aware something is going on.

He nods as Dodger approaches him. The muscles of his chest do tense but it's out of instinct, like he's expecting it to be too hot. When it's not terribly bad, he relaxes again. He can feel that it's warm of course, but he doesn't feel like he's about to be scalded. ]

So far, so good I think.

[ His eyes widen a little as Dodger's hands start to glow like a piece of smithing metal. Part of him is kind of nervous, but part of him is fascinated too. ]

[Dodger's eyes light up, when he heats up about as hot as he can go and manages not to do any damage. Proof that Henry is safe in his hands, or as safe as anyone can be. He can't help feeling a little giddy about it.]

Good... then I don't have to hold back.

[His hand wanders up from Henry's chest, briefly resting at his throat, then his cheek, and finally tangling in his hair to guide him into a kiss. Dodger's other hand moves lower, pressing along Henry's abs before wrapping around his cock to just play with it idly. Both hands stay white-hot, just because he can and he figures Henry should get to experience the joys of that unnatural heat.]

[ Henry can't stop the little thrill of excitement that runs through him at the idea that someone as dangerous as Dodger doesn't have to hold back with him. Not that it's ever been bad, he just likes a little danger, and he doesn't like feeling that he's too weak.

He smiles against Dodger's lips, sliding his own hands to rest on hips. It still is a little strange to know that he's being touched by scorching heat and it isn't roasting him alive. Maybe he'll try to talk to John sometime and figure out how it all works.

For now he's moaning softly as Dodger teases his body awake, deepening the kiss as he tugs the two of them back toward the bed. ]

[Dodger ends up laughing softly against Henry's lips, and nipping him gently while he follows that guidance to move them back to the bed. It's pure excitement spilling out of him, at being able to let loose and at Henry trusting him with this.

When they get close to the bed, Dodger's hands move low to grip Henry's thighs and pick him up, just so they don't have to break apart to get situated. He lifts the younger man as easily as if he was weightless, climbing onto the bed and laying Henry on his back to keep pressing kisses to his lips. And then letting his mouth stray down, kissing and nipping at his neck with more hunger than normal. If that's even possible.]

[ Most people couldn't just pick Henry up like he was a head of cabbage so he gives a startled sound as Dodger's hands find their way to his thighs. He huffs softly once his back is against the mattress. ] Fuck.

[ It's partially because he's getting aroused and partially because that threw him off guard. Doesn't matter either way.

He rolls his head back some to give Dodger more room at his neck, not that he needs any encouragement apparently. His hands stay wandering along Dodger's sides and back. Anything he can reach without them moving too much, really. ]

[Somewhere along the line while Dodger is mouthing at Henry's neck, he ends up biting down harshly on him and sucking a bright, visible mark into his skin. Up high, where Henry won't be able to hide it under a shirt collar. It's somewhat petty, because he's spent months dealing with Esikko's insistence that he not leave any visible marks, but he wants people to see that Henry has a claim staked on him.

Once he's satisfied with it, he seeks out one more kiss before leaning back to fish his bottle of lube out of his pants pocket. He left them on the edge of the bed for his own convenience, but he shoves them properly onto the floor before he goes about wetting his fingers.]

Fair warning, I guess, I'm not gonna last as long. But it'll be good while it lasts.

[ Henry hisses through his teeth at the sting of the bite, sliding one of his hands back up to Dodger's chest. Later on he might notice the mark and raise a brow about it, but he doesn't think on it right now in the moment. It just feels good. Questioning is for later. ]

It's alright.

[ He answers, letting his hands flop down against the bed for now while he watches Dodger move. ]

Not sure how long the potion is supposed to last either.

[ Presumably long enough for a dungeon adventure, but you never know. ]

[Dodger tips his head, and offers an awkward shrug.]

John figured it would last long enough for sex, and he's... uh. He'd last a lot longer than me. We should be fine.

[John had offered to fuck him for days, the first time they properly met. The idea haunts Dodger, even if it's tempting to some very self-destructive part of him.

He's pushing the idea out of his head for now, though, focusing on settling his skin into a more reasonably warm temperature before he presses a slicked finger inside of Henry, and seeks out another kiss while he's at it.]

One of these days I'll get my hands on something that shuts my powers off. Then we'll really be able to let loose.

Oh. I uh.. didn't ask.

[ He'd been too embarrassed to admit that was what it was for. No reason not to take Dodger or John's word for it at the moment though. John didn't seem like the type to purposely lead someone astray on something like that. Probably.

Words stop being so important as Dodger sticks a finger into Henry though. Instead he wills himself to stay as relaxed as can be — this part is still a bit strange. The temperature maybe makes it a little stranger. ]

You'd— Mmh... be okay with that?

[ He genuinely doesn't know what 'turning off' something like a supernatural power would be like. Can't even fathom it really. ]

[Dodger feels a little confused, and a little unsettled, every time someone asks if he's okay with the things he talks about. With shutting his powers off, with being treated the way he seeks out in and out bed, with following 'great men' and swearing his loyalty to them blindly just so he doesn't have to think for himself. It's an odd change of pace, having anyone actually care what his opinion is, and it forces him each time to actually consider his answer.]

It's fine. It'd be temporary, so... [He wavers.] ...What matters is you'd be safe.

[The fireproofing helps, but Dodger is still keeping his strength in check. And while he's never actually had his powers suppressed... he's slept with people who are stronger than him, and he knows there's a thrill in not having to control his strength either that he never got to mess with at all before coming here.]

[ Henry brings a hand up to the side of Dodger's face, studying him for a moment like if he looks just right he'll be able to understand the man. Ends up lifting himself up a bit so he can kiss him instead. His drive to protect the people he cares about is near unbreakable. Hans of course would take priority, but Hans isn't here, nor is anything threatening him (probably) so of course he wouldn't want Dodger to do something potentially awful just for his sake.

He doesn't know for sure, but it seems like suddenly losing something that's part of who and what you are would be anything but fine. ] And you, too.

[ He'd insist on that, no matter what. ]

[Two things take Dodger by surprise here - one of them is the kiss, although he guesses it shouldn't be that surprising, and the other is his own lack of reaction to having a hand touching his scars. Normally he's prickly about it, but... it feels nice. Safe, like everything else about Henry.

An expression flickers in his eyes as though he's been startled, before he presses back into that kiss. Briefly, still pulling back to let Henry speak.]

Don't worry about me. I can handle myself.

[He's pushing through his vague discomfort at being cared for by pressing a second finger into Henry, a little too early. And by pressing another kiss to his lips, just so Henry doesn't get a good look at Dodger's face. He's definitely blushing, though.]

[ Henry never expects to take Dodger off guard but kind of feels a little triumphant when he does.

Triumphant and ... a bit concerned. Seriously when is the last time anyone but Dodger cared about Dodger? Coming from a place of love, Henry finds it hard to swallow. ]

You can, but — Ah, sakra!

[ In the middle of his words, Dodger sticks that other finger in, and smothers the end of that curse with his kiss. The noise he gives into it is a little strained, kind of a whine, but he melts into the other man's mouth simply because the distraction from those fingers is nice. The fingers part is always the strangest.

When he does get a breath though, he finishes his thought: ]

But you don't have to.

[ Somehow Dodger bringing up awful ways to be treated in bed has ended up with Henry forcing care upon him...oop. ]

[Dodger presses another kiss to his lips, and pulls back enough to study Henry's face. He's still blushing, and his expression is... muddled. He's confused, and he's flattered, and there's a bit of hope pushing its way through both that he'd really rather not examine too closely.]

What, are you going to handle me?

[He says it like a dare, because it is. He wants Henry to say something stupid and romantic, even if he isn't entirely sure he'll believe it. It would just be... nice, to feel wanted for something other than his body and his bloody hands.]

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