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@cyclops
18 / Male / Bi / Four Three of Clubs

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My Self-Summary

I'm Scott Summers and yeah I always need to wear these sunglasses, thanks for asking.

My Future Plans

Going back home.

My Talents

A lot of things.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Stuff that doesn't suck.

My Ideal Partner

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Height 5'8" Body Type Lean, athletic build Smokes No Drinks No (mostly because underage) Drugs No Sign Libra Education Xavier's Institute Occupation Student Income None Children No Pets No Hobbies Normal things

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

01. WINE OR BEER

idk probably beer

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Clowns I guess

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Shower

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Ninjas

.05 TITS OR ASS

Yes

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Leather

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Depends

Personality Type
ISFJ-T

ENERGY

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MIND

92%

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NATURE

60%

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TACTICS

82%

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IDENTITY

67%

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personality test. art credit.

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Comments

[laserguy]

[Definitely more than just feeling now, seeing the full length of the other mutant as he's revealed to him and he might be staring, just a little. Scott isn't going to admit that he is, but his visor is tilted downward to get a glimpse of him even as their mouths are pressed together. Yeah, still big and everything, obviously, and he's pulled from his brainless thoughts as Dodger suddenly shifts so that the vulnerable and open skin of his neck is getting his focus. Nothing painful, far from it, but there's light nips and everything is going so fast (at least to him) that Scott has a hard time keeping up.

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.

[smokedout]

[Dodger lets out a little huff of laughter. It's hard to tell, but he's pretty sure Scott is looking at his cock, and that really adds something to the moment where Scott stutters.]

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?

[laserguy]

You don't have to be that gentle.

[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?

[smokedout]

Sure. I'm always prepared.

[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.]