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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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[ 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.]

[ It takes Henry a moment to respond, even after the kiss breaks apart. He's a little overwhelmed from the stimulation, as well as what that blush on Dodger's face is doing to him. But he does, eventually, manage a small lift of the side of his mouth in acceptance of that challenge. ]

And what if I am?

[ He asks, rolling his hips as if to add emphasis to what he's saying. Which is definitely very silly, but he's going with it. ]

I think I've got a pretty good start so far.

[Dodger lets out a little huff, but he presses their foreheads together in a gesture that he finds somewhat more intimate than kissing. Letting their breath mingle, while he keeps stretching Henry open.]

Do you think you can handle all of me? Even if I turn out to be a sick fuck?

[He can't help it. He won't really be satisfied with Henry's affection until he's shown the depths of his inner darkness, and yet he's deeply hesitant to show any of it. But he can make hints at it, keep slowly testing the waters until he finds the point that starts scaring Henry away.]

[ Henry would smile, but it doesn't last long as it dissolves into a moan with the movement of Dodger's fingers. He huffs a little breathlessly. ]

Pretty sure I know ...several sicker fucks than you.

[ He doesn't know. But honestly he really has run into some despicable characters. He's killed them too, or plans to.

Dodger is just ... not on that same level to Henry. He's more on the level of the horrible people the Devil's Pack are. Finding out that's wrong could be ... bad. But who's keeping track? ]

[It brings a smile to Dodger's lips, at least, and he seeks out another kiss with a nip to Henry's bottom lip at the end.]

You're sweet.

[He spreads his fingers apart as far as Henry can handle, briefly, before pulling them out and wiping them on the sheets. While he speaks, he works on lubing up his cock and lining himself up.]

I want to do terrible things to you... and I want to keep kissing you while I do them.

[One of his hands moves up, taking Henry's hand and guiding him to keep touching Dodger's scars. And then he presses into him, going uncharacteristically slow. Gentle, to counteract the ominous words and the way his skin heats up with excitement at whatever he's thinking about.]

[ Henry huffs softly, as if to rebuke that. He doesn't though. It's okay to be told you're sweet sometimes. Even if he thinks he just said something very reasonable.

Not that thoughts are continuing to form much once Dodger starts spreading his fingers. Henry groans quietly, pressing his hips up as if to encourage. He straightens his legs just a little, in an effort to relax himself for Dodger's cock, tossing a lopsided grin. ]

So do it, then.

[ He's certainly ready, his own cock already wet from precum just from the prep and the kisses. With his fingers guided up, he carefully curls his fingers in against Dodger's skin, tracing out the feeling of his scars, committing them to memory even as he swears under his breath. It's almost excruciating, the pace that Dodger is going. Almost. Still enough to send an impatient shudder down through to his toes. ]

[Dodger's skin pulses with fresh heat, even as he hesitates. Because that invitation feels... dangerous. Henry doesn't know what he's inviting in, but God is it tempting to give into his urges. Especially with the hand on his scars, filling him with a deep well of emotions he only really knows how to express with force.

He bucks his hips sharply, burying himself in the rest of the way all at once, and seeks out another kiss.]

Next time I fuck you, without the potion, I'm burning my mark into your skin. I want whoever else you're fucking to see it. [Another kiss.] In the meantime... let's see how much you can take.

[His hand moves to Henry's throat, pressing down just enough to make breathing difficult and to let him feel the white-hot fingers against him. His other hand grips Henry's hip hard enough to leave bruises, especially once he starts to move in earnest. The pace he sets is immediately fast and rough, aiming for something right on the edge of being too much. He figures Henry knows by now to tell him if something starts to hurt.]

[ It is definitely dangerous and Henry doesn't know how much, no matter what he thinks he knows. But that's not exactly any different than a lot of things he gets into. Still, he doesn't have time to protest the without or the actually branding him part when Dodger so conveniently times the way he buries his cock inside of him. ]

Wait— Nngh, kurva, fuck!

[ He somehow breaks away from Dodger's lips for every swear, ending back up against his mouth again in a moan. It isn't entirely pleasant for him, but unfortunately for them both, that just makes it better. Henry is soft as can be at the right times, but he's volatile too. ]

Dodger— [ He almost growls as the hand closes against his throat. His fingers curl a little harder against Dodger and eventually drop to the junction of his neck and shoulder, gripping him tightly. Not as tightly as a superpowered human, but hard enough for a man who easily wields a broadsword like a baton.

It is a lot all at once, but Henry is hardy and up for a challenge. It feels like all of his nerves are what's on fire and nothing coming from Dodger, but that causes something warm and deep to pool in his belly too, his cock throbbing as it bounces between them. He's probably more suited to the list Dodger had sent him earlier than he either realizes or wants to admit. He'll get back to that without the potion thing though. ]

[Dodger should be more careful, knowing how new Henry is to things. He knows this, vaguely, but it melts entirely out of his mind when Henry starts moaning against his lips. That rough grip on him, the feeling of the younger man's body, the intoxicating feeling of letting his heat run rampant... it makes it hard to think about anything, other than getting himself off.

He won't last very long like this. Likely for the best, since he's leaving fresh marks on the sheets where his skin is burning the linen. When he starts to get properly into it his hand moves away from Henry's throat, instead burying in his hair and yanking his head back harshly so Dodger can bite down on his neck. There's some vague attempt to not go too deep, but he is aiming to make him bleed.]

[ Probably luckily for them, Henry is also finding it difficult to think about anything with the mixture of force and pleasure.

He grunts at first when Dodger yanks his head back by the short strands of his hair, but it moves into a shout once the man bites down and breaks the skin. A hoarse, almost frustrated sound follows after that, his hips moving frantically like he's challenging Dodger for more even though he definitely doesn't need that.

He's not going to last long either this time around, it's all so much. In fact, when Dodger's cock pounds into him just deep enough and just right, he barely notices that it's sending him over the edge, his spend splattering up against his abs. If he had few thoughts before, they're all gone now. ]

[It's been a while since Dodger managed to outlast someone, so that feeling of cum - cool against his skin, when he's heated up like this - brings some level of satisfaction. Pride, even. And it spurs him to keep going, giving Henry a few seconds of harsh overstimulation before he finally tumbles over the edge. His own seed is always unnaturally warm but this time it's shockingly hot, enough so that it would likely scald Henry if not for the potion.

In the aftermath he loosens his grip from both his hands and his mouth, and seeks out a bloody kiss before pulling back enough to catch his breath. Despite the recklessness of everything that came before it, there's nothing but pure adoration in Dodger's gaze. It's doing terrible things to his brain, layering the rush of rough sex on top of his feelings for Henry.]

Holy shit... we should do this more often.

[ Thoughts basically don't come back to Henry until Dodger's coming and he has a brief moment of wonder when he can tell that it's hot as hell but it isn't harming him at all. John really does know what he's doing. Not that he'd doubted him necessarily, it's just ... things like this just don't happen in medieval Czechia.

His lungs burn with need for air and he grimaces a little at the taste of blood but that doesn't stop him from returning the kiss, tearing his lips away with a big breath as his head drops back against the bed. ]

Christ...

[ He has a lot of things to pray about. Later. ]

You weren't joking earlier- [ About fucking him senseless. He knows he is going to get a good sleep now, but he wonders if it tuckered Dodger out the same. ]

[Dodger offers a grin, and a kiss to Henry's cheek before he pulls out and rolls over to rest beside him.]

I always deliver.

[Sleep sounds fantastic right about now... it's starting to catch up with him again, making it much harder to recover his energy even with the mutant endurance working against it. For now he just focuses on catching his breath... although that by itself makes his mind stray toward smoking.]

Mind getting my cigarettes out of my pants pocket? They're on the floor somewhere... you can have one too if you want.

[He knows it's rich, making Henry sit up and do anything after getting wrecked. But that isn't going to stop him.]

[ Henry laughs at that, though it'd be heartier if he had the breath. Currently he's also trying to catch that. There's a sort of sleepy numbness already settling into his limbs.

So the request makes him give Dodger a look. ]

Oh fuck off.

[ ... But he does it anyway, cursing the entire way until he's back safe and melted onto the mattress with the cigarettes in the palm of his hand. ]

[That earns a laugh from Dodger in turn, quiet and affectionate. He's still chuckling when Henry grabs his cigarettes, and he makes a point of brushing their hands together when he takes them.]

Thanks, babe.

[Dodger snaps his fingers to light one up, and lets out a contented noise with his first drag. After a moment of thought, he glances over at Henry.]

Hey, can I ask you something? You know what a date is, right?

[ Henry makes a point of getting comfortable as possible, even closing his eyes, though he isn't that fast to fall asleep or anything. Eventually though he does roll onto his side a bit and look at Dodger, idly running his fingers feather light over the bite mark on his neck. It smarts. ]

Aye. More or less. It's been explained.

[ Like courting but less serious. Or something like that. Casual things you can even do with male friends you are sexually attracted to. ]

[Dodger takes another drag, and blows the smoke off to the side before rolling onto his side to face Henry properly.]

I want to take you on one at some point. Grabbing food, or watching a movie, or just... wandering around the shopping center and explaining shit to you. Whatever you want.

[He's speaking slowly, weighing his words carefully. Even if he's struggling to voice his thoughts, because he wants to be able to back out and cover his tracks if Henry takes it poorly.]

Might be fun to... do something more serious together.

[ Henry considers this for a moment. He doesn't fully understand how those activities = not-quite-courting. They just sound like fun to him. Well maybe not the movie. He's not sure he's ready for that yet. ]

Well ... sure. I'd like that a lot, actually.

[ Trying new foods and having things explained to him (but not like he's stupid) are high on his list of interests at the resort.

He smiles a little though, teasing softly. ]

What, blacksmithing together wasn't serious enough for you?

[He lets out a huff of laughter.]

That was kind of a date, too, I guess.

[Doing an activity and then sleeping together, the most basic blueprint for a date. Really, they've been on a few at this point, they just haven't been calling it that.

Dodger finishes up his cigarette, leaning over Henry to crush the last of it into the nightstand, and seeks out a kiss before curling up against him. He still isn't sure if he'll be able to sleep, but... even just laying here, letting his eyes slide shut, is nice.]

I just want to be around you more. [He murmurs sleepily.] Doesn't matter what we do, I like doing it with you.

I think it was.

[ Or something like it, from his understanding. They did, after all, sleep together and make out a lot.

He returns the kiss gently before he settles onto his back again, keeping his arm close to Dodger if not fully around him. An affirmative noise comes out of him as he tries and fails to fight off a yawn. ]

Show me some new things, then. After you get some sleep of course.

[ He is not in shape to just leap out of bed anyway and he knows Dodger didn't mean immediately. But still! It needs to be said, he wants Dodger to get some rest. ]

Mmm.

[He doesn't manage much more than that grunt of affirmation, before he ends up dozing off. It's a light and restless sleep, but it is something, probably the closest he can get to proper rest with someone else near him. And maybe it's also nice that Dodger heats up slightly when he's asleep.

No dreams this time - likely for the best, he's prone to nightmares. It makes it a little startling when he wakes up a few hours later, and becomes suddenly aware that he's still curled up against Henry's side. Although once the initial disorientation passes, he just announces he's awake by shifting his weight a bit to cuddle in closer, and pressing a sleepy kiss to Henry's cheek.]

[ Henry is either out before Dodger, or very shortly after, falling into a very nice, deep sleep that doesn't have a lot of movement. That's a mercy both to his body and to having Dodger attached to him.

The movement and the kiss at his cheek do manage to rouse him a little bit, though he just sort of groans like a youth of slightly less than his 20 years being woken up for morning chores at the forge. It sort of sounds something like "Hnngh" with a question mark at the end. ]

[Dodger brings a hand up to cup Henry's cheek, and guide him into a proper kiss on the lips.]

Morning.

[Is it... it's got to be close to noon by now, but he barely ever wakes up during the actual morning.

He seeks out another kiss, and then just rests his chin on Henry's chest with a contented sigh.]

How're you feeling, need more painkillers?

[ The kiss to his lips makes him realize he's here at the resort and not back in Czechia, eyes fluttering open groggily. ]

Is it?

[ He'll go ahead and ask the obvious in between kisses. It doesn't feel like it. It doesn't feel like he's gotten enough sleep either. His body is angry with him for sure. ]

Probably couldn't hurt, no.

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