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
[Another soft laugh bubbles out of him, and Dodger shifts to seek out another kiss.]
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.]
[He returns that kiss, but also he digs his heel into Dodger's back for that comment. Thanks for saying that out loud, god!!! Embarrassment floods through him, though it's still nothing compared to just how sated and warm he's feeling. Which makes him groan slightly as Dodger pulls out and helps him to his feet, legs initially wobbly as he tries to get his bearings. Yeah, thanks for still keeping nearby, because he's definitely gripping onto his arm.
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.]
[His eyes light up when he hears that noise from Scott - good, then he's definitely doing this more often.
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.]
[A small puff to that patted cheek, a pout despite himself. Guess he was kind of asking for that kind of reassurance, but still!! And even worse? He almost wants to add something else, but he instead puts his entire focus on grabbing his underwear and pants from the ground, fingers grasping around the material before tugging them off the ground. Not quite getting dressed yet, but soon.
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.]
[Dodger hesitates again, wondering if he's supposed to be doing more than this. But it's fine, right? They had a good time, they'll keep seeing each other and they've got loose plans he can act on later. That can include... actually talking about whatever feelings Scott's got going on. This time, it's more important to make his point that this can just be simple and thoughtless.]
See you around.
[He pauses long enough to grab his jacket off of the floor, before saluting and teleporting through the wall.]
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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.]