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@JINDRICHZESKALICE

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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

personality test. art credit.

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[After this...]

[Dodger was already on the sixth floor by the time he got permission to come over, and he honestly could probably teleport in from here. But he's been trying to stay respectful when Henry is awake to answer the door, and that seems all the more important right now. Better not to tip things into actual anger.

He knocks, and when Henry answers he leans against the door frame with his best winning smile.]

Still pissed off at me?

[If he had a tail it would be wagging.]

[ Henry continuously wonders what the hell he's doing in his daily life in this place, but hopefully all the praying he does makes up for it.

He thinks he might have to do a little extra for what might occur in here today.

But he does open the door and raise a brow at Dodger. ]

I'm a bit irritated, sure.

[ More importantly, he's not mad mad at Dodger, but he is in the mood to be a little spicier than normal, so approaching the list he was sent at 4 in the morning should involve less thinking for him. ]

[Dodger's eyes light up.]

Good.

[Good that he's irritated, good that he isn't actually angry.

Dodger moves forward, greeting Henry properly with a kiss on the lips and slowly guiding him back into the room so he can shut the door behind them with his foot. He's almost more excited to shower him with affection than usual, knowing there's a bit of risk involved.]

Don't hold back, then, or I'll have to keep teasing you.

[ Probably for the best he's kissed, since Henry doesn't really know how to answer that without actually getting annoyed again just at the idea of Dodger taking shots at Hans.

He presses back into it in an effort to forget about that, even though it's the whole reason he's in a mood in the first place. A hand comes to rest at the nape of Dodger's neck like he might either scruff him or move it up into his hair. ]

Feels fucked up to say I'll do my best.

[That hand on his neck earns an excited shiver, and Dodger lets out a noise that's somewhere in between a hum and a moan. He has to seek out another kiss, before he answers.]

Fucked up is good. That's what we're going for.

[It's also incredibly sweet for Henry to 'do his best' to put Dodger in his place, it's got that dumb-in-love look creeping into his expression again. And while he's at it, one of his hands slides down to toy with the hem of Henry's pants, creeping his fingers inside.]

So what's on your mind?

[ Henry gives a light scoff against Dodger's lips. ]

I guess so...

[ He looks back at Dodger as though he can't figure him out. And he can't, really. He free hand bunches up the front of Dodger's shirt. ]

I'm ... [ Hans. Hans is what's on his mind. Oop. ] Are we going to need to use a potion or anything?

[Dodger hesitates, glancing down at the hand on his shirt. He's a little bemused - he's still struggling to believe that someone wouldn't jump at the chance for all this rough, overwhelming kink, still just hoping Henry will get excited once they get into it.]

I've got some of that slime in my jacket. Out of fireproofing at the moment, but... I can get more, later.

[So Dodger can bottom, but he's still a burn risk. Not that he's as worried about that - he's been doing a decent job, when the fireproofing potion isn't available. And he's yet to burn Henry badly enough that they need to end things early.]

[ Now Henry does move his hand up into Dodger's hair, curling his fingers into the strands. ]

I just want to know what my limits are, here.

[ Dodger doesn't have much, he knows. He probably can't even really hurt the guy no matter how much he protects Henry's pride. But he does know by now that certain things will go south without the use of a potion or a slime.

He knows Dodger put in a safe word and colors and things in his list for these types of things, but Henry wants to know outright. He's never done anything like this before. He's never had to ask (you don't really ask these things in 1403). ]

[Dodger's expression softens, and he seeks out another kiss.]

Just touching my ass, without the slime. You can touch my face- I want you to touch my face. You can give me bruises or cuts, you can whip me, you can choke me, just don't... cover my eyes. Anything else... if you're worried, just tell me what you're going to do. And I'll stop you if it's something I don't want.

[Which means, implicitly, that if Dodger lets it happen it's alright. He can overpower Henry and he can burn him if he really doesn't listen, so he's not at all worried about being in actual danger.

While he talks, his hand moves down lower, slipping into Henry's pants and just sort of idly groping his cock.]

If I say 'songbird', we stop everything, and we try again later. But I've never needed it before, so. Don't worry about it too much, just do whatever you want to me. I want you to let your anger out.

[Half-truth. Dodger learned about safewords recently, and he's been in situations where he needed it before that. When they happened, he just burned his partner and yelled at them. And then there was everything with Arzial, where Dodger didn't get the option to safeword out of it. But since figuring out he can stop things, and in situations where he's had the option to, he has not actually used it.]

[ Henry nods at that, or at least starts too before he's kissed again. Some of his irritation is wearing off which is probably not conducive to their activity, but he doesn't want to invite Dodger to start saying things about Hans again. ]

Alright, got it.

[ He won't ask Dodger to use the slime, nor would he mind if he did. It doesn't seem important who's putting their dick where at this particular moment. He kisses Dodger again, curling his fingers in the man's hair a little tighter as he coaxes them to turn around. He wants to be the one pushing Dodger toward the rest of the room. ]

Just, ah, give me a moment.

[ He has to think about how mad he was... ]

[Dodger follows the guidance easily, turning them and letting Henry push him while they kiss. It's far too easy to just melt into those, and forget that he should be guiding Henry through this - he just wants to be overwhelmed, he wants Henry to do all the thinking, and maybe they'll get there eventually. He'd sure like to think they will.]

Don't think too hard, I don't want you to hurt yourself.

[Seems like a safer tease, rather than going straight for Hans. But he figures Henry needs a push - something to kickstart that temper, and get it directed at Dodger. Even if it's undercut somewhat by his hand squeezing Henry's cock at the same time.]

[ Henry huffs at that. ]

What the fuck?

[ He knows it's just to get a little rise out of him, but it seems to work. If nothing else, he's exasperated, though it's drowned by the groan he gives as Dodger squeezes his cock.

Henry reaches down to close his hand around Dodger's wrist. ] Fuck off with that.

[ He tugs, to try and get Dodger to forget about his dick for a moment, though it doesn't matter so much if he's successful. He also leans in to take Dodger's lips again, harder this time as he rides off that rise. ]

[There is a moment when Henry first tugs on him, where Dodger's hand just doesn't move. It feels like tugging on a steel beam, even if his grip around Henry's cock is still gentle. But he gets the hint, and slips his hand free to raise up in mock-surrender.

He's grinning into that kiss, and lets out a giddy noise that's part-laugh and part-moan. They might not be getting straight into the dick-related portion of this, but Dodger is already getting hard, to go along with the obvious lust coursing through every inch of his body at this point.]

[ Henry is a little puzzled on how he can overpower Dodger at all, but it all just seems to be some kind of game anyway. That in itself also lends to some of his irritation and he doesn't even know why. It has his blood starting to pump again though.

As he kisses Dodger, he fists his hand in the man's shirt again, this time to push him along and eventually down on the bed. He sinks his teeth into the plush part of Dodger's lower lip even as he falls down with him. The hand not curled up in fabric drags down the side of Dodger's face. ]

[That bite earns a proper moan, muffled between their lips while they tumble onto the bed. It's exactly what he wants - the hand roughly pawing at his scars, the other bunched up in his shirt. The harsh, sharp, overwhelming kisses.

Dodger ends up burying a hand in Henry's hair, while his other hand moves to grope aimlessly along Henry's side, finally settling on his hip to coax him into rutting their hips together.]

[ Henry sort of blindly finds his way to straddling over Dodger, dragging his mouth along his jaw until he finds another place to sink in his teeth. He answers the hand on his hip with a downward grind of his hips, seeking out any bit of friction to stir excitement in him. He'd already been on the way to getting aroused, he just wants to do things on his terms. Or at least think he is.

The hand at Dodger's cheek keeps sliding its way against his skin, palm planting itself at the junction of neck and shoulder and adding weight as though to hold him down against the mattress. He knows he wouldn't be able to if Dodger didn't want to stay, but he's just going purely on vibes at the moment and doesn't care so much about the logistics. ]

[Henry might not have any ability to actually force Dodger down, but Dodger is incredibly happy to play along with it. So he sinks back into the mattress, letting Henry pin him by his shoulder, and tips his head to make room for more bites. And he meets that grinding eagerly, a few moans catching in his throat as their cocks rub together through the layers of fabric.]

Kurva...

[He's finding that he really likes the sound of that word. And Henry likes hearing it, which is all the encouragement he needs to keep pulling it out from time to time.]

Bite down harder, make it hurt.

[ Grinding together still clothed brings a grunt out of Henry, and he bucks his hips again. A warm rush of air pushes through his lips at the sound of the familiar curse word and his lips turn up a little. He's not supposed to be feeling kind of pleased with Dodger at the moment, but he is getting the hang of that one particular Czech word.

Without words, and keeping his hand as firmly against Dodger's shoulder as he can muster while he's busy doing other things, he leans in to kiss him again. This time he sinks his teeth into Dodger's lip harder. Not to bite all the way through a regular strength human, but hard enough to break the skin and certainly to smart a bit.

With the hand he's not pressing the man down with, he grasps the front of Dodger's pants. Henry isn't really sure he can maneuver these modern fastenings with one hand, but harsh and sloppy is kind of the mood anyway. ]

[That bite earns a harsh groan that melts into a chuckle toward the end - it's exactly what he wants, the burst of pain and the hint of blood in his mouth. Fuck, this is good.

He puts up with a bit of that fumbling, but... ends up reaching down to help Henry get his cock free, shifting to kick his jeans off once they're unbuttoned. He's impatient, as always, overly eager to get Henry's skin against his as quickly as possible. And as soon as his own cock is out, he's reaching to push down Henry's pants too.]

You're laughing- [ Henry huffs up against Dodger's lips, not sure if the chuckle was a good thing or a bad thing.

He lets Dodger kick his pants off, but scoffs quietly as he moves to Henry's as well. Even as Dodger's hands are pushing at him, he grinds his hips down, purposely making it a bit more difficult. The urgency, the rush, he definitely gets it, but that just makes him want to do the opposite right now. ] Uklidni se, you bastard.

[ And even though he was two seconds away from being affronted a moment ago, he's the one who sounds amused now, curling his fingers around Dodger's cock to give the length some heavy strokes. ]

'Cause you're finally letting loose, you- fuck- pansy...

[Dodger makes a keening noise, shifting his hips to rock eagerly into Henry's hand. His cock twitches hard enough to actually move Henry's hand with it, and he feels the need to make up for it with another kiss.

At least he takes the direction for leaving Henry's cock alone... mostly. He switches from trying to work at his pants to just groping him through the fabric, warming his hand to something comfortable but unmistakably unnatural.]

[ Henry swears as he feels his hand move with Dodger's cock — something he's not even sure he knew could happen. Though the sound turns into sort of a frustrated growl as he's egged on again. He doesn't like the implication that he can't let loose just as much as he doesn't like the name calling, so he bites Dodger again when the other leans in to give him a kiss; short and sharp, like that's supposed to cut it off. ]

Sakra- [ he curses, rutting his hips up against Dodger's hand, but only briefly before he pushes the man back into the mattress. Henry maneuvers himself to sit up and get beside Dodger rather than straddled over his waist, rolling his pants down to free his cock finally. Despite his efforts to stop or slow Dodger down, he's perfectly hard. ]

Maybe find something useful to do with your mouth instead.

[That bite earns another delighted noise, doing absolutely nothing to deter Dodger. It leaves up looking up at Henry with a dazzled expression, clearly hungry for more even as he's letting Henry shift away. He even licks his lips when Henry's cock comes out, before he pauses.

The full brat routine is probably too much. As much as he'd like to resist, he should reward Henry for what he's been given so far. So while there's a mischievous flame in his eyes, he shifts easily to find a comfortable position.]

Yes, sir.

[Openly teasing, even though his voice is also thick with lust. And he's wrapping his lips around the tip of Henry's cock the second he's done speaking, and immediately trying to swallow as much of him as he can.]

[ It's a weird thing when you're pleased that someone is enjoying himself but you're also kind of pissed off that someone is enjoying themselves so much.

Henry scoffs, tilting his head at Dodger in a way that suggests he's considering giving him a good shove rather than having him suck his dick. Because of his mix of feelings at the moment, he does still end up smirking like he's amused too. ]

Had to get the last word in?

[ He says, while trying to get the last word. With a groan as Dodger puts his mouth on him though, he 'helps' him by pressing his hips forward to get as much of his cock in as he can. His fingers thread into dark strands again, curling this time to keep hold. He's been told not to hold back, so he doesn't, barely letting Dodger accommodate the length before he's starting to thrust. ]

Good boy, Dodger.

[Dodger lets out a small hum of amusement, even if his mouth is decidedly busy. Of course Henry has to get the last word in - it's cute, and exciting, watching him properly take command. And that's really... the last coherent thought that he's going to have for a while. Dodger relaxes instantly as soon as Henry thrusts into his mouth, getting that placated look in his eyes as he just enjoys the weight and the rhythmic movement of the cock pressing into his throat. It's hypnotic in a way, like watching a metronome.

Good boy, Dodger.

It makes his cock twitch again, and he nearly chokes from the moan that presses its way out of his throat. Still, he makes no motion to try and pull away, instead pressing forward to encourage it, while one of his hands snakes down to stroke himself. Moving slowly enough that he's leaving room to be corrected for it, and otherwise taking it as permission.]

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yeah honestly this is his house

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