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18 / Male / Bi / FourThree of Clubs
18 / Male / Bi / Four
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And soon, any snark he might have answered with is fully erased by the feeling of Scott's body squeezing around him. He still feels relatively tight, so Dodger puts in the extra effort to go slow and give him time to adjust. His mouth falls open in quiet, panting moans as he presses in further, and that question earns another huff of laughter from him.]
One inch down, seven to go.
[He's not quite that big, but not far off. Everyone rounds up, right?
Dodger adjusts his grip, digging his fingers lightly into Scott's hips as he guides him down onto his cock. Thrusting slowly, about an inch more each time before he finally bottoms out and pauses to let him enjoy the feeling of being full. And just that much is enough to heat Dodger's skin until it's uncomfortably warm, until the places where his fingertips meet the teen's skin start to feel almost sunburnt. Fuck... it's fine, he can manage this, he just needs to focus on not letting himself get any hotter.]
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And just like that, Dodger is fully inside him.
Scott shivers, arms tightening even more around him and almost hugging, clinging a little bit harder, just because of how fucking much this is. Everything about him feels stretched to the limit, his rim tightening around Dodger for a moment as he gets used to the adjustment. He almost misses the way Dodger is starting to feel heated against his skin, almost to the point of discomfort, and definitely enough to drag his attention from the way he shakes in his hold.]
You're... heating up. [And yet, he doesn't pull away-- at least he doesn't try to, just looking at him with a flushed face.] Losing control?
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[Dodger's face flushes - he knew it was going to happen, but that doesn't make it feel any better when he inevitably gets called out. But Scott isn't pulling away or asking to back out, so it's... fine. He's got this.]
I'm not gonna catch fire, but... you might get burnt. First-degree, usually, heals in a few days.
[He should have said something before they got this far, but he wasn't exactly thinking about it. And he's gotten so used to people just rolling with it, when he starts to heat up. But... he can't worry about that too much, working himself up will just make the heat harder to control.
Dodger lets out a soft huff and rolls his hips slowly, pulling out just a bit and pressing back in to give Scott something else to focus on.]
I'm... working on fixing it.
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It's something that's never really come up before-- Scott is always the one that had to be careful about keeping some control over himself and his glasses or else everyone would have a very unsexy time. Yeah, blasting someone's dick off or whatever isn't great. So feeling that heat rising against his skin, the warning that he might actually get burnt... it's different.
And yet he just briefly squeezes his spread thighs around him.
No, not pulling away now. Kind of hard to anyway, for uh, various reasons. But even if a huge dick wasn't resting inside him, he wouldn't want to pull away. He can handle a few burns, right? He wants to. He can do it. It doesn't feel all that much different assisting someone with their powers-- something that feels even more important since Dodger is like him.
The fact that he's older and still struggling in some way is honestly kind of inspiring in a fucked up way.]
It's fine-- [A sharp inhale as he pulls back before pushing back in, every inch wholly felt and luckily guided by that generous application of lube.] I haven't told you to stop, right?
[More confidence returning to Scott, a spark of calm reassurance in him that doesn't feel too dissimilar to when he's on a mission.]
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Sometimes it's just dangerous. But Dodger likes to think his heat is one of the fun ones.]
Sure. Just.. tell me if it's too much.
[Not that he's sure he'd be able to do much about it. But he's supposed to be training himself to handle sex without burning people, this is part of that.
He hesitates briefly before continuing to move his hips, coming out further each time and building up into a proper rhythm. It's much slower than he wants to go, but he's trying not to let himself get too lost in it. If he loses focus, that heat will start building faster.]
...Talk to me. I like your voice.
[He feels stupid needing reassurance from a teenager, but here he is. Trying very hard to mask the fact that that's what he needs.]
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[Words accompanied by a slightly hitched moan, especially as their pace begins to build-- a steady rhythm forming that only causes more noises to dislodge from him. It's kind of fucking embarrassing, letting himself go like this with his voice mixing with the sounds their bodies are making, but also, it's impossible to stop as pleasure spikes up his spine. It continuously teases him, nearly claws into him, getting his cock flushed and spilling pre against the other mutant's abdomen as he's fucked against the wall.
That pleasured haze nearly overtakes him, but before he loses himself to that, he hears Dodger's request. A subtle neediness behind it that gets him to focus once more-- at least somewhat because dick. But.]
W-wow, don't hear that very often. [GRANTED no one has told him to shut up either. Still he can tell this actually means something to Dodger and he doesn't want to let him down. It's just a little hard to actually concentrate on what he wants to say-- so he doesn't.]
But sure. Uh, yeah, didn't think this training session would go like this... but guess you pass. Can officially say that you know how to use your fucking huge dick.
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I figured it was headed here... As soon as I met you I knew I wanted to rail you.
[And they say romance is dead...
He slows down a bit, just so he can seek another kiss before he speeds up properly. Seeing how fast and rough he can get, before that or the rising heat starts to feel dangerous.]
Next time I'll pick somewhere more comfortable, though.
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Plus, Dodger is hot, and huge, and who wouldn't feel a bit pleased hearing something like that?]
Ah-- fuck, yeah, I mean I am pretty cool...
[Just forget about the fact that he considered himself to be an outcast for most of his life, angry and just sort of lost. There might be some sort of irony that he felt like he fit in more after becoming a mutant, but that's just how it is-- so his identity as one means a lot to him.
He easily, almost hungrily, returns the kiss, lips trying to capture his for a few seconds before he's able to speak again.]
A bed would be nice. [He moves one arm that's wrapped around his neck to prod him in the side, poking him for emphasis.] Actually treat me out to dinner too before fucking me through the sheets. Get me to come really hard for you, even though you haven't done it yet so far.
[A small tease, a challenge despite himself, though his cock is so hard and about ready to release. He'd honestly be able to do it without Dodger touching him once, something that's clear as his slick continues to stick to his moving abs. Scott's pants are increasing, becoming more rapid and heated, pleasure becoming so much with each bounce of his body against his.]
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Don't worry, I always get my partners off.
[Except for that one time, but Viktor seems to be... a fringe case. He still hasn't figured out what went wrong there.
The closer Dodger gets to his orgasm, the hotter his skin gets. He's holding it back as much as he can, which also makes him last longer - maybe long enough to drive Scott over the edge, if he's lucky, but he's far too distracted to make sure of it. There's a moment right when Dodger climaxes where his skin feels dangerously hot, like an open oven, but it doesn't last long enough to do damage. Just long enough for him to spill hot inside of the younger man, hot enough to feel but not enough to scald, and then his temperature drops right back down to something roughly human. His powers always shut off completely for a few seconds after coming, and he's always deeply grateful for the reset.
In the aftermath he stayed bottomed out inside of Scott, and rests his forehead on the teen's collarbone while he's catching his breath.]
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D-Dodger...!
[His come splatters across Dodger's flexing body that's still moving and grinding into him, and it almost feels too much, with how hard and big he feels while pushing into him. Each push and pull tugging at his clenched anus and forcing oversensitive nerves past their limit, before it all amounts to that gush of seed painting his insides-- along with a flare of heat from his skin that almost feels painful, but not anything that he has to worry about.
So, he doesn't, Scott's legs tightening around his waist as he continues to jerk and move against the other, still in the thrones of his orgasm with another loud moan breaking clear from his throat, obviously eager and accepting to take everything from him. No hiding anything through teenage sass, he's just fully displaying his want for him and how much he's enjoyed this.
All before his head lightly hits the wall behind him with a small thunk, chest breathing in and out quickly from exertion. He's full, sweaty, and probably sticky, but he doesn't want to move anytime soon. He's not sure if he can--]
F-fuck... that was good.
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Yeah, it was. I like hearing you moan my name.
[He waits a few more moments to make sure he's steady, before carefully pulling out and helping Scott back onto his feet. Holding onto him if he needs it, he wouldn't be surprised if the teen's legs are shaking too much right now. Either way, once he's got a hand free he swipes his fingers through the cum that ended up splattered over his chest and makes a bit of a show of licking them clean. It's mostly to fuel his own kinks, but he's also watching for whatever reaction he gets.]
We should do this again some time - the training, and the sex. Probably separately.
[Probably, but combat tends to get him horny so who knows if there will really be a meaningful distinction.]
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He can also feel his release running down his thighs, and that's also kind of embarrassing, but it's hard to think about it as he watches Dodger swipe some of his seed before running his tongue right along those digits. Holy fuck. A small, indiscernible sound leaves him, clearly watching-- both flustered and turned on by the action. He really is so much. Asshole. Every thing he does just makes him flushed or annoyed or turned on for one reason or another and that's pretty unfair. It doesn't help that he looks really good.]
Y-yeah, separate. [COUGHS. He tries to clear his throat before glancing away-- although he can't help but take a peek back at him too because. Dodger.] So. Yeah, things are cool?
[Which almost feels like a silly thing to ask after everything, but he has to be sure. Feelings are weird and complicated.]
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Although the question gives him pause, and Dodger tips his head to the side while he looks the teen over. Again, it occurs to him that maybe this was a reckless thing to do with him, but it's fine. Scott seems like a tough kid, and Dodger will just try to keep things good between them for as long as possible.]
Things are cool. [He pats Scott's cheek affectionately, and lets his hand linger for a moment before letting go and focusing on packing himself back into his pants.] I'm gonna go buy a new shirt. And you should go clean yourself up.
[It's instinctive, at this point, for Dodger to find an excuse to leave as soon as he's gotten off. But he does at least wait to make sure that Scott's okay with it, rather than teleporting away immediately.]
wrapped? :>
Once he gets all of his feelings in check.
He thinks about offering to buy him a new shirt, but maybe some time to themselves is best. So, he nods. Besides, things are cool. Dodger said so and so he should just go with it. No reason to overthink things even though that's within his nature. Just think about the spend that's still running down his thighs. Yeah.]
Okay, um, see you next time?
wrapped! :>
See you around.
[He pauses long enough to grab his jacket off of the floor, before saluting and teleporting through the wall.]