[They stumbled back and, if anyone were watching, they might've thought the two were locked in a fight if they could not see they were also kissing. Dodger's back thudded against a wall, jolting them to a sudden halt. The jarring stop drove Ragnar's teeth into the shorter man's lip, filling the kiss with the faint taste of blood.
Dodger's hips pressed against his hard enough to earn a sharp inhale as he ground back shamelessly. With less space between them, he moved his arm, his hand sliding up from Dodger's neck to bury roughly in his hair. Without hesitation, he gave the handful of hair in his hand an insistent tug, trying to force Dodger's head back, already pressing lips and teeth to the exposed skin hungrily.
Without warning, he suddenly stopped, completely freezing, breath panting against Dodger's neck as he peered around. With a soft chuckle, he let Dodger's hair go and started to untangle himself from the other man, lips still parted and swollen from the kiss, pupils blown.]
You were right. [He exhaled the words breathlessly, smirking; they were no longer trapped. He wanted to stop as much as Dodger did, which was to say, not at all, that much was painfully obvious, but it was an important show of control, a nonverbal reminder that he, not Dodger, was calling the shots.]
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Dodger's hips pressed against his hard enough to earn a sharp inhale as he ground back shamelessly. With less space between them, he moved his arm, his hand sliding up from Dodger's neck to bury roughly in his hair. Without hesitation, he gave the handful of hair in his hand an insistent tug, trying to force Dodger's head back, already pressing lips and teeth to the exposed skin hungrily.
Without warning, he suddenly stopped, completely freezing, breath panting against Dodger's neck as he peered around. With a soft chuckle, he let Dodger's hair go and started to untangle himself from the other man, lips still parted and swollen from the kiss, pupils blown.]
You were right. [He exhaled the words breathlessly, smirking; they were no longer trapped. He wanted to stop as much as Dodger did, which was to say, not at all, that much was painfully obvious, but it was an important show of control, a nonverbal reminder that he, not Dodger, was calling the shots.]