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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

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

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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[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.]

[ Henry does consider getting Dodger another glass... but he can do that a little later.

For now, he huffs softly, coming down to rest beside Dodger. ]

What's wrong with being gentle once in a while?

[ He brings a hand up to his face, groaning softly at the idea of getting pissed off again. It feels unlikely in this place, and yet after today he knows it could happen at any time ... ]

You're the only one that's really pissed me off so far, so I guess I could do that...

Once in a while isn't bad... but y'know. It's tough for me not to hurt people, I like having some room to stretch. And I like how bruises feel, and I like knowing the other person isn't holding anything back.

[Dodger himself can't afford to let loose in the same way... not unless his partner is invulnerable, at least. But he gets plenty of actually no-holds-barred sex with Chobe, it makes it easier to adjust himself to whatever his other partners can handle.]

I'll take that as a compliment. I piss you off and you're still willing to fuck me.

[He's positively preening over it.]

[ Henry smiles at that, gives an amused sound. ]

Yeah, I've gathered all that.

[ Dodger is just such a strange, yet oddly entrancing man. Henry almost wishes he did have some superhuman strength, just so he could see what it's like when Dodger isn't holding back. It'd probably scare him though, if he's already wary about his own behavior. Ah well.

The preening does get a shove though. And a laugh. ]

Ah, fuck off. I've got to put food on the table somehow, so I guess you're alright.

[Dodger moves easily with the shove, just to give Henry some haptic feedback, laughing just as much. But he moves right back in, to seek out a kiss.]

You love me.

[He pauses, and something else catches his attention.]

...There's no way I'm your only option, right? I figured you'd be drowning in pussy by now.

[ Henry chuckles again, allowing the kiss. ]

I said you're alright.

[ He lifts his brow then. ]

I wish. No, I know a couple of nice lasses here. Some men too, if I'm being honest. You're not the only one...

[ Just... the most frequent. By far. Hans and Jesus both, please forgive him. ]

[Something sharpens in Dodger's gaze. He can't help it - it's information and he's filing it away in case it becomes useful, but he also... feels something about the fact that he's Henry's most frequent partner. He isn't sure what that feeling is, but it's something.]

See, I knew you were better with chicks than me. They barely talk to me.

[He also barely seeks them out, but... that's not important.]

I guess I should be proud, though. I'm as close to having you all to myself as this place'll let me.

[ Henry also feels something about the fact that Dodger is his most frequent partner, and he also doesn't know what the feeling is.

He does laugh though. ]

Maybe that's because you call them chicks and bitches?

[ Henry knows how to talk to a lady!! And also appreciate her on a sexual level, you know. ]

You'll be in trouble if I start playing their game seriously, I'm afraid.

[He rolls his eyes.]

Most chicks- women, don't care what I call them. They take one look at me and figure I'm a creep.

[Maybe because they have eyeballs and functioning brains and Dodger gives off intense creep energy... who's to say. He's going to blame it on his scars anyway.

That last bit gets a playful huff, and Dodger shifts to straddle Henry's lap and pin him down with a kiss.]

Then I'll just have to come around more often, and keep leaving marks on you.

[He's thinking about branding Henry again... but he's wise enough not to mention it out loud, at least.]

A creep. Right, that sounds correct.

[ He gives a lopsided grin even as Dodger straddles over him.

Then it's his turn to roll his eyes. ]

I didn't say I was actually going to. So that's totally unnecessary.

[That earns a huff of laughter.]

Maybe I just want to. But I'll hold off, as long as you're not taking the game too seriously.

[It's not that Dodger's jealous. Not exactly. But there's something in knowing Henry doesn't have to pursue anyone seriously, because Dodger is always around to alleviate any suit-based nonsense. It makes him feel important, in a way that he often doesn't with his other relationships both here and at home. He's providing an essential service by being cock-thirsty, the true ideal.

He is, however, leaning down to press kisses along Henry's neck. Which are made slightly less sexy by needing to stop and have another coughing fit.]

I'm sure you do.

[ He's definitely given Dodger too much power for being horny all the time, it's true.

And as nice as the kisses feel, that cough does concern him. ]

Alright, don't go getting all riled up again. Do I need to force you to drink some more water?

[ Always. He's sure the answer is always. ]

[He laughs, even if it comes out a little pained.]

I'm never gonna say no to getting forced.

[And with that he relunctantly moves back off of Henry's lap, although he presses one more kiss to his cheek just for fun.]

My glass is empty, you'll have to go fetch me some more... I'm too weak and pained to do it myself.

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