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18 / Male / Bi / FourThree of Clubs
18 / Male / Bi / Four
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[Not like Dodger wants to go home. The resort feels like a genuine vacation from his god-awful job, even if he deeply misses his boss and mildly misses his boyfriend. And more than that... he can just use his powers here without having to glance around for cops, and no one cares that much about his scars. And he can't imagine Scott would really want to go back either - not with an uncontrolled power that's dangerous enough to land him in a power suppression collar once he's out of school.]
There's other people that are basically mutants. But I get the sentiment. No one else... gets it.
[He still doesn't entirely understand why Bakugo had an issue with being called a mutant. Because it's not just value-neutral in Dodger's mind, it's a desirable trait. Humans are boring and weak.
He pauses.]
We don't have to, if you're nervous. It's pretty easy to find me if you change your mind.
[Dodger's voice tends to have a resting sarcastic tone to it, but he is trying to come off as genuine. Patient, even if he's clearly not a patient person.]
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[Scott agrees, affirms almost quietly. Bakugo is certainly the closest, and there's still some things there that he can really only relate to with him. Being a young teenage 'superhero' and being born with powers, except in his world, most people have 'quirks' and it's just a whole different dynamic. Still, his presence has helped in making things a lot less lonely.
But Dodger is actually from his world. Maybe not the exact time period??? But he's a mutant like him and understands the whole human and mutant dynamic. It really is important. As much as he's fit in with non-mutants in this place and befriended others.]
But I didn't say I don't want to. [How does he get these stupid words out from his throat? There's a mess of feelings in him and he hates that too, it would be much easier if he could just compartmentalize shit and address things one by one but it's hard right now. Actually, wouldn't it just be easier if he just went along with this and they started fucking? Probably.]
I've just.
[Scott grimaces, face turning slightly away and he looks embarrassed.] Been glad that you're here.
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There's a pause, while he thinks of exactly what to say. It's slowly clicking that he has a lot of responsibility here, much more than he's used to, and that maybe he shouldn't be fucking around as much as he is. But this is going to get complicated anyway if Scott ever finds out too much about who Dodger is back home, he may as well enjoy it while it lasts.]
Here. Look at me.
[He moves forward, and reaches out to cup Scott's cheek with a hold that's gentle, but clearly holding back a lot of super-strength. Guiding his face up, so Dodger can press a short kiss to his lips.]
How's that feel?
[May as well start there, and back off if it feels too weird.]
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And then a kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough.
But instead of being blunt and sarcastic and everything that Scott normally falls to, he starts responding in a way that is just quiet. Honest.]
...Felt nice. [...] Maybe do it again so I can give you a better answer.
[Okay, some sass, as a treat.
It's honestly been so weird, being a mutant here when he only just awakened his powers a few months ago back home. He's spent half of his whole 'mutant life' in this casino now, maybe even just a little longer, and not being around others of his own kind. It doesn't hit him always, but sometimes it lingers in him, especially when he sees all of his friends with similar powers hang out. And becoming a mutant doesn't mean he's changed completely from the past, but... it's definitely a new identity as well and.
It's just hard. And dumb. He's mentioned that before, right? Dumb feelings. Making sure he adds that as a reminder.]
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Sure. Take all the time you need.
[He figures they can worry about the complicating factors, whatever feelings are nipping at Scott's heels, at some point later. And he does want to hear about it, he wants to learn everything he can about this kid. But right now his focus is on kissing Scott again, soft and chaste at first but slowly testing boundaries. Running his tongue against the younger man's lips and slipping it in if he's allowed, spreading the taste of cigarettes and cinnamon whiskey and the faint undertone of gasoline.
He'll pull back as soon as Scott wants him to, even if it will be a little reluctant. But until then, he's just seeing how far he can take this.]
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And once he does, he'll immediately press and slide his own against his, tasting and familiarizing himself with Dodger's own personal uniqueness. Each kiss is different, at least that's what Scott tells himself, but Dodger is easily discernable through that lingering hint of cigarettes and liquor. A contrast to the way Scott probably tastes clean-- well, today he is. No pizza just before this.
He raises his hands to his bare shoulders, gripping. It's clear that Scott doesn't want to pull away yet.]
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He's content with this for a while, before he breaks the kiss himself. His breath is a little heavier than before, and his voice comes out low and wanting.]
I want to pin you against the wall. Teleporting is going to hurt you. That alright with you?
[It is, by far, the kindest Dodger has been to anyone about his teleportation since coming here. Normally he'll give a vague warning, or none at all, before teleporting whether people want him to or not. But he's been slowly getting more conscious of how many people hate getting teleported, and he'd rather not spring it on Scott in particular.]
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Fingers curl tighter on his shoulders and there's no denying the spark of heat in his gaze, even seen through his glasses. Okay, guess his brain has partly switched from overthinking to just being a little more horny and that's fine. Yeah. Sometimes you can't help but melt a little when a muscular handsome guy wants you like this.]
Y-yeah, that's fine. Used to teleporting with others.
[Well, maybe a year ago or so with Kurt. He knows that Dodger's teleport ability is different from his friend's, but he's at least used to the feeling of being in one place and suddenly being in another. That whole shift of atmosphere changing is something he's been through before, not to mention he has a friend here that can teleport as well.
But a small voice reminds Scott that this is the first mutant he's going to be with and it's just kind of special in that way.]
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Alright. Hold your breath.
[He pauses just long enough to let Scott obey, before teleporting. Visually, it looks like the world around them has split apart into scraps of burning paper, leaving them in total darkness for a second before reality reasserts itself. Unfortunately, it also comes with the feeling of the air being forced out of Scott's lungs, and a crushing weight as though his whole body is being fit through a steel straw. Momentary, but painful and disorienting.
When they come out of the teleportation, Dodger is pressing Scott against the nearest wall, caging him in with his frame and an arm above his head, and descending on him with another hungry kiss. The hand on Scott's hip has moved between them, clumsily working to undo his pants.
Would it be smarter to break off and go somewhere with a bed? Probably. But they're here and willing, and Dodger is perfectly okay with just fucking Scott against the wall.]
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Different from the teleports he's been through, but Scott does as he's told, air inhaling and holding in as they're teleported. Which. Definitely is different compared to his prior experiences, the world almost visibly splitting apart and then there's complete darkness and honestly, the whole thing is almost kind of frightening. And actually kind of painful, his breath leaving from the sudden crushing sensation.
If he holds onto Dodger just a little tighter, think nothing of it. Still, he does trust his ability, his mutation to get them to the new spot-- it's just enduring this new form of teleporting.
Everything is still a little disorienting as they come to that Scott takes a couple of seconds to realize that he's pinned against the wall with Dodger crowding him. Still trying to catch his breath from the experience, he only manages to make an almost helpless noise as their lips meet-- the teen gasping into his mouth especially as he feels him undo his pants.
It all feels almost overwhelming, being pinned, having his control be taken so easily-- be dominated. But. It's not a bad kind of overwhelming, his cheeks flush back red as he wraps one arm around his shoulders, keeping Dodger close while the other presses warm and hard against his naked chest. Not pushing away, but exploring, fingers trailing past scars and just wanting to feel him after that disorienting experience.]
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By the time Dodger is fishing Scott's cock out, his skin is starting to warm up enough that he feels like a heating pad. He's quietly cursing himself, because he'd talked about having 'full control' over his powers when that's very much not true. Most of his powers, yes, but his fire always seems to act up when he's getting into things.
Whatever, he'll deal with the consequences if he ends up getting too hot. For now it's manageable, and his focus is on stroking Scott's cock with rough, calloused fingers, while he groans softly against the teen's lips. After a moment he lets go just to grab the hand touching his chest, and guide Scott down to return the favor. There's that same grip again - gentle, but immovable if Scott tries to pull against it. And once he's satisfied that the younger man has gotten the message, he goes straight back to touching him.]
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Unlike him. That's why he's seeing him through the lens of his red visor.
But there's barely any resistance as his hand is guided down the other mutant's chest and sliding past more scars, until he sinks right past the top of his pants and to the hardening dick that he caught a glimpse of earlier. And yeah, fuck, it's just as large as he saw, Scott's mouth parting against Dodger's lips as he curls his fingers around his girth and driving just a little more heat up his cheeks. Okay, he's big. Hung. Perfect match against the body he's pressed against.
If feelings can be shoved aside, it is sort of flattering that someone like this wants to sleep with him. An older mutant who has his shit together and extremely buff and...
Not thinking though, his hand gripping firmer on his dick before he starts to stroke him up and down in his pants. Slow, at first, almost like he's trying to explore and touch every sensitive part of him, that whole shaft leading up to his tip that he swipes his fingers across.]
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After a bit more indulgence he breaks their kiss, instead pressing his lips to Scott's jaw and then his neck, nipping occasionally at the skin before he finds a good spot to suck a mark in.]
Do you want me to fuck your mouth or your ass?
[Dodger already has an idea of where he'd like this to go, but he may as well give Scott the option. Because this is special, in some form or another, and Scott deserves for it to go how he wants. Accidental burns notwithstanding.]
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At least he doesn't stop in stroking the large girth that's held in the warmth of his own palm. This time squeezing when more heat and want spreads from his chest as his neck is sucked and claimed.]
Uh...
[Very intelligent answer, his mind needing a moment to catch on and think about the options given to him. He knows there are other options probably available, but he can't help but envision both scenarios-- what he may want more. It feels a little hard to suggest something else anyway.]
You can fuck me. [...And maybe with a little more determination and conviction, like he doesn't want to be some pushover in all this.] As long as you're pretty good about that.
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I'll be gentle. Mostly.
[He can't guarantee much past that, but he is working on it.
He lets go of Scott's cock, sliding his hands down to push the teen's pants down and grope his ass. It's all fast and relatively rough, but this really is Dodger's best attempt at slow and gentle - he's still learning and he's been reprimanded every time he overcorrects into being too gentle.]
Pants off, spread your legs a bit so I can pick you up. And tell me if something hurts, alright?
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[More puffed up pride than anything else, even if Scott also appreciates the sentiment of Dodger not wanting to hurt him. Well, obviously, right? Because Dodger is a pretty good guy and he has to be since he's the only other mutant here with him. It would really suck if he ended up being a piece of shit. No none of that makes sense but there's some level of expectation there that Scott may himself not even realize he's having.
But his pants are being tugged down and it's back to that quicker pace. This time he manages to keep up more, with his own fingers sliding into edges of his jeans before he starts fulling pulling them off-- along with his briefs, to reveal the half-hard and decently sized cock that only seems to twitch in the open air as he's no longer hidden behind cloth and material. It always feels good to have all that off. There's a flash of anxiety, but it's immediately pushed down by heat and want, with Scott shoving those clothes off to the side before spreading his legs has ordered.
Face flushed, a little embarrassed, but carrying a little more confidence now:]
I will. Do you have lube or anything around?
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[Because he's a hornball, and he got sick of having to scrounge around for it almost immediately.
Dodger takes a moment to grip Scott's thighs and lift him up, as easily as if he was weightless, before he transfers his weight to one hand so he can search through his pants pocket for lube. He's getting pretty good at wetting his fingers one-handed, although it takes some effort to close the lid afterward so it can go back in his pocket.
Once he's ready to press his fingers in, he pairs it with another kiss to Scott's lips. His fingers are thick so he starts with one, testing how well he handles it before adding a second shortly after.]
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A flicker of slight discomfort from behind his visor, but he squares himself, pushing himself to relax in a way that isn't unfamiliar. Not his first or second time he's done this with another person, although the initial penetration always catches him by surprise. The feeling still foreign to him, not to mention that he never imagined that he'd be taking up the ass like this months ago.
But. He's come to like it a lot. Maybe a test to himself in how much he can maintain control even when a dick is spreading him open, though his lips part wantonly against his as they meet in a kiss. He's always been weak to that contact, even if he'd never admit that either.]
...Keep going.
[He says, slightly breathless and still trying to force himself to relax. He knows it will make this easier for them both-- his breath lightly exhaling against his lips as that second finger joins the first and starts spreading inside him. His entrance clings to the digits, warm and squeezing, but not resisting.]
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You look really hot like this.
[Held up between Dodger's body and the wall, lips parted while his body opens up for Dodger to use- no, not use, that's... a bad way to think of this, probably. He's not using the kid, he's... being friendly. They're both getting a card and a payout out of this, after all.
Dodger errs on the side of caution here, stretching Scott out a little more than he thinks he needs. Just because he's big, and he can't imagine Scott has that much experience with the particular combination of size, super-strength and an inability to be patient. But eventually he pulls his fingers out, and wipes them on his pants before lubing up his cock and lining himself up. His first thrust is slow and shallow, opening the teen up the rest of the way and pausing briefly to make sure he's still okay before he starts to press in further. Slow and gentle, but thrumming with anticipation.]