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
...
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
[Something softens in Dodger's features. He can't see the exact shape of what Scott's thinking, but he thinks he gets it. It's exciting to have another mutant around and nerve-wracking to possibly complicate things between them. Even if for Dodger this is as easy as breathing, he does remember being more hesitant at some point in the past.
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.]
[He obediently looks back at Dodger, mouth firm in a thin line like he's trying really hard to be cool and everything still. Fake it until you can make it-- except he almost immediately leans into that singular touch that feels so warm against his skin. Maybe he should pull away, think this through more, but this actually feels okay. Maybe more than that, a comfort because Dodger is staring straight at him with a steady gaze, like he's telling him that things will be fine. Even here.
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.]
[He likes that answer. It's sassy, but eager, just like Dodger tends to be. And it takes a weight off his back, not to feel like he's just pushing this onto the younger man. His nose wrinkles with amusement, as he offers a lazy smirk.]
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.]
[This time, the younger man is a more active participant. Helps that he fully expects the kiss this time, getting himself familiar with the way Dodger's head tilts down to press the solidness of his lips against his own. Just like the first time, it's warm, but he wants to test it out more, prompting Scott to turn his head just slightly so that he can ease their movements with his mouth parting just enough to let his tongue slide right in.
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.]
[Dodger doesn't have much of a sense of taste anyway, but he's enjoying the texture of Scott's tongue against his, and the scent of his skin. His skin is feverish, and it heats up a little more with the younger man pressing back into him and encouraging him further. Dodger's free hand slides down to grip into Scott's hip, gently guiding him closer, encouraging him to grind against him.
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.]
[His own body warms up to every passing touch, with the younger man full on squirming wantonly against him as he's guided closer to Dodger's muscular body. His naked chest heady and firm against his leaner form that's still clothed, but still enough to get Scott to flush and instinctively grind against him-- his voice hitching in his throat from that singular contact.
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.]
[Dodger has no experience with other teleporters, so he has no reason to doubt Scott knows what he's doing. Surely, all teleportation always hurts the ride-alongs. So he nods.]
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.]
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.]
[Scott takes it well enough that Dodger relaxes a bit, figuring that this kid is one of the people he can safely teleport without having to be too careful with it. Not someone who will panic, or get sick from the disorientation. That's encouraging by itself, and it spurs him to keep pushing forward.
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.]
[His cock flushes half-hard in his grasp, the mutant twitching and groaning from the slightly rough treatment and the fact that he's just so warm. Not painfully so, far from it, with the warmth getting the teen to almost shamelessly push his hips into his hold because of how nice and enclosing he feels. Almost addicting, an acknowledgement as a harsh exhale pushes out from his lungs. There's a small passing thought reminding Scott that Dodger also controls fire, but it really is too easy to just think that he has full control of his powers.
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.]
[Dodger shudders as Scott starts to stroke him, and when those clever fingers brush over the tip of his cock there's a small burst of heat across his skin, before he manages to clamp down on it. His free hand moves off the wall, clumsily reaching to shove his pants down to give the teen better access to him.
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.]
[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.
[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?
[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:]
[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.]
[A spark travels up his spine as he's pulled up into position, that display of strength getting him to involuntarily twitch in his hold. Obviously Dodger is that strong, the proof is right in front of him, but it still is something else to be under that strength-- feel it for himself. He wraps his legs around his body as much as he can, helping to keep their leverage, and honestly something that Scott sort of needs himself-- just wanting to hold onto him especially as the first solid finger slips right into his ass.
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.]
[Scott seems to be handling himself well, which encourages Dodger to keep pushing forward. Stretching him open with gentle motions, carefully keeping his strength in check despite his own eagerness. And just to be safe, he adds a third finger once he thinks Scott can handle that much.]
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.]
[His breath hitches as a third finger pushes inside him, joining the other two fingers and spreading him further. It's a sensation that gets him to involuntarily clench more, his body squirming, because it already feels like a lot. His entrance loosening this much in a way that should feel unnatural, but heat continues to stain his cheeks as he keeps one arm wrapped around his bulky shoulders.
And okay, being complimented too is really nice. Especially by someone that looks like Dodger-- someone that is strong and masculine and all that shit.]
You don't look half-bad yourself.
[He huffs, because he has to answer with some amount of snark still. It's the only thing he has right now as those fingers continue to slide against his walls, teasing and also doing the work of preparing him until they're completely lubricated and slick. It makes him clench once more, especially as Dodger slides his fingers out-- briefly disappointed of that feeling of emptiness.
Though it doesn't last long.
His legs tighten around Dodger's waist as he starts nudging into his heat, tip pushing against his anus and okay he's really glad to have all that preparation before hand. He really is big. Yeah, repeating that thought for like the third time but also that pressure is nudging and pressing until he finally slips in with a small push and pulling out a cracked noise from the younger mutant. The tip of him now spreading him apart, but that's just it, it's only the tip and his name soon slips from Scott's mouth as he continues to press in, feeling fuller by the second.
It's so much and yet he doesn't want him to stop, not until he takes everything that he can. Even though he feels like he's pinned, something edging on almost too much but also itching for more.]
Fuck you're so big... how much is left of you anyway asshole?
[That snarky 'compliment' gets a laugh from him - he's so used to his partners treating him like an inconvenience, putting up with his advances more than anything, that this feels almost romantic.
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.]
[Hilarious. Unless. He's not joking?? SORT OF HARD TO TELL RIGHT NOW because he does feel that fucking big in him, with Dodger still pushing right into his gripping heat when he's already feeling spread and full. He just. Isn't stopping. So, he almost believes him. Air pushes out from him before he immediately tries to draw more in, heart beating rapidly and a part of him almost feeling like he's on the edge of something, until all that breath rushes out from his lungs when the older man finally settles firmly against him-- bodies meeting and staying flushed each other.
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?
[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.]
[Should he be afraid that Dodger might be losing control of his powers?
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.]
[That squeeze, and the confidence in Scott's voice, help to get Dodger slowly moving out of his own head. It's nice - it's exactly why he tends to only sleep with mutants back home, because they get it. Powers aren't always under control, and sometimes that adds a fun layer of danger.
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.]
[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.
[Dodger left it open-ended because he really doesn't care what people talk about while he fucks them, but Scott ends up making him laugh. It's a genuine laugh, far more affectionate than Dodger tends to let himself be. But... Scott's cute, and he's flattering.]
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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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.]
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And okay, being complimented too is really nice. Especially by someone that looks like Dodger-- someone that is strong and masculine and all that shit.]
You don't look half-bad yourself.
[He huffs, because he has to answer with some amount of snark still. It's the only thing he has right now as those fingers continue to slide against his walls, teasing and also doing the work of preparing him until they're completely lubricated and slick. It makes him clench once more, especially as Dodger slides his fingers out-- briefly disappointed of that feeling of emptiness.
Though it doesn't last long.
His legs tighten around Dodger's waist as he starts nudging into his heat, tip pushing against his anus and okay he's really glad to have all that preparation before hand. He really is big. Yeah, repeating that thought for like the third time but also that pressure is nudging and pressing until he finally slips in with a small push and pulling out a cracked noise from the younger mutant. The tip of him now spreading him apart, but that's just it, it's only the tip and his name soon slips from Scott's mouth as he continues to press in, feeling fuller by the second.
It's so much and yet he doesn't want him to stop, not until he takes everything that he can. Even though he feels like he's pinned, something edging on almost too much but also itching for more.]
Fuck you're so big... how much is left of you anyway asshole?
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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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wrapped? :>
wrapped! :>