[Dodger lets out another yelp as he's shoved, and his breath seizes in his throat as Ragnar grinds against him. The weight against his back is so perfectly exciting, but he still feels a rush of panic knowing that he's trapped like this. It makes it almost impossible to think, let alone speak, as his mind tries to sort through the crashing waves of pleasure and terror.]
Drawer. Bedside table. Clear bottle. [He gets that much out, panting like a dog and letting out small hisses when Ragnar is particularly rough.] I'll be good, I'll- fuck...
[Fuck, it's been so long, but the man reminds him of bosses he's had in the past. Men who would throw him to the floor, use and abuse him, and god if he didn't love every moment of it. He only wishes that the feeling of being ground against didn't come with those crashing memories of blood and sage, drums and hands gripping every inch of his body...
He shakes himself out of the past with a sharp motion, but the dog behind them is whimpering again.]
Brink, cage.
[At the breathless command the dog stands, cowering and unsure, and trots to the crate by the door to curl up so he isn't facing them. Nearly all of his fur is on end, every fiber telling him to protect his master, but Dodger calls the shots and Dodger has decided he can handle this.]
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Drawer. Bedside table. Clear bottle. [He gets that much out, panting like a dog and letting out small hisses when Ragnar is particularly rough.] I'll be good, I'll- fuck...
[Fuck, it's been so long, but the man reminds him of bosses he's had in the past. Men who would throw him to the floor, use and abuse him, and god if he didn't love every moment of it. He only wishes that the feeling of being ground against didn't come with those crashing memories of blood and sage, drums and hands gripping every inch of his body...
He shakes himself out of the past with a sharp motion, but the dog behind them is whimpering again.]
Brink, cage.
[At the breathless command the dog stands, cowering and unsure, and trots to the crate by the door to curl up so he isn't facing them. Nearly all of his fur is on end, every fiber telling him to protect his master, but Dodger calls the shots and Dodger has decided he can handle this.]