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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 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.]

[ That amusement draws a groan of frustration out of Henry, though it all sort of gets mixed in with the pleasure. Dodger's throat is hot and tight around his cock, and it feels better than he really wants to admit to freely thrust himself deeper without thinking too much if he'll hurt Dodger or make him uncomfortable. He doesn't want to think about how there's a kind of high in taking control like that.

So he just doesn't think much anymore. For now he doesn't stop Dodger from touching himself either. He grinds forward a little more slowly to get his cock as deep as he can. The act of choking someone in general hasn't really read as erotic to Henry but there is definitely some perverse pleasure in using his cock to do it.

There is going to be a lot of praying happening when this is over. For now? He doesn't even form words, just moans. ]

[Dodger doesn't have much of a gag reflex - he'll wear out eventually, when he starts to run out of air, but he can last a while just getting thrust into. It's one of his favorite things in the world, and it's feeding that urge to be used by Henry that he's been so excited about.

It does come eventually, though. The need for air, making him choke and seize slightly as his body tries to pull back for a breath. That can come in a moment - at first he stays put, letting Henry feel his throat squeezing and fluttering around him before Dodger actually pulls back and draws in a slightly pained gasp.

At no point does he stop stroking himself. If anything, it speeds up while he's choking out.]

[ It should not be attractive that Dodger doesn't seem to have a lot of trouble taking Henry in pretty deep. Once again he's faced with trying not to admit certain things about himself. Thankfully right now he doesn't have a lot of capacity to think too deeply anyway. ]

Ahh, fuck — [ He moans, almost losing all hope of control as Dodger's throat squeezes around his cock. It overrides the need to make sure he's okay when he's gasping like that, which is probably good for what Dodger wants out of him...

And if Dodger gets to keep pleasuring himself, well. A breath or two should be sufficient to continue with right? Henry curls his fingers into that hair again, tugging. ]

Not yet. I'm almost there.

[It's exactly what Dodger wants out of him. His eyes light up when Henry tugs on his hair, and he easily follows that guidance to swallow Henry down again.

This time he has a little more trouble, but damned if he's going to let that slow him down. He moves straight back into things, dutifully holding his mouth open for Henry to thrust into until he starts to run out of breath again. And this time when he starts to choke, he's determined to just stay where he is and take it.

His stroking speeds up again, too - for a second, before the feeling of choking on Henry's cock sends him over the edge and he spills hot across his own fingers.]

[ Henry doesn't think about whether Dodger's having more trouble, or much of anything else as he bucks his hips. The groans that come out of him are almost frustrated as he toes the line of release. Eventually it's the sound and whatever he can feel of Dodger finding his own edge to tip over that gets Henry to moan one more time. He grinds his hips up slower, deeper once more just to have as much of his cock consumed as possible while he comes.

And once he's done, and can try and catch his breath a little, he stays there up against Dodger like that for a few, long moments until any part of him relaxes and gives them the chance to break apart again. ]

Jesus... Jesus help me...

[ It felt a lot better than it probably should have. ]

[Dodger pulls away sharply, coughing aggressively and struggling for breath. He'd stayed down a little too long for Henry's benefit, until he got stars in his vision, and he has to take a moment to blink them away.]

Holy shit...

[Another cough, before he sinks into the mattress with a hearty laugh. Just... ignore the painful noise his breathing is making, that's probably fine.]

Save the prayer for after I'm gone - that was good! Bask in the moment!

[ Henry sort of sits off to the side, rubbing at his face. He will not save the praying for later thank you very much.

At least, he wasn't going to, but then he heard that weird breathing noise that Dodger is making. ]

Good? Are you sure about that?

[ He knows it's what Dodger asked for, but it still feels weird. ] Do you need some water?

I'm fine-

[He's interrupted by a coughing fit, and sits up with a wince.]

Water. Yeah. I think you bruised my throat.

[He sounds very pleased about it, though. Genuinely, a bruised throat is a bonus, like a souvenir from having a good time.

Before he lets Henry get up, he grabs his shoulder to drag him into a kiss.]

I'm serious, though, it was great. And it was good for you too, right?

[ Henry starts tucking himself back in immediately so he can jump up and grab that water, though Dodger grabbing onto him puts a pause on that. ]

Hm, [ He hums into the kiss, pressing back a moment's thought later. Like he needs to reassure Dodger he's not actually mad at him or wishing him harm? He doesn't know. But when he pulls away, he really does shuffle off to get that water.

Only once he's handed the glass over is he sitting back down next to Dodger. ]

... It was good for me. I'm just not used to ... acting like that.

[ What bothers him is that he knows he can be worse... ]

[Dodger belatedly works on packing himself back into his pants, and smoothing his clothes out a bit. Once he's got his water he thanks Henry with another kiss, and drinks the whole thing before setting the empty glass on the nightstand.]

You'll get used to it... and then going gentle will never feel good enough.

[He lays back in the bed, and tugs Henry closer. On top of him or just laying beside him, he's being gentle enough to give him the choice.]

This'll clear up in a day or two. The important thing is that you can go as rough as you want with me. I want you to call me over anytime you're pissed off, so you can take it out on me.

[All said with a tone of voice like he's whispering sweet nothings.]

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