Hurry up. [The words were murmured, voice raspy and rough with desire. He leaned over Dodger again, careful not to get in the way of his prepping. Just enough to press his erection against his upper thigh. As he reached for the bottle of lube, he bit down on Dodger's shoulder, dragging his teeth over his skin.
The night had been a very strang one, full of ups and downs, some literal, but despite all of that the prospect of just letting loose and knowing the person he was with could just take it was incredibly appealing.
He straightens again to pour some of the lube on his palm, momentarily distracted by it. Where he was from, there were oils, plant or animal oils, but this looked like neither. The distraction was momentary, very momentary. He stroked himself a few times before slowing and simply watching Dodger.
He bit his lip and grabbed Dodger by the shoulder with his free hand, pulling him up so he was kneeling as well, and then grabbed his wrist, stopping him from working himself and moved his hand to his cock. He curled Dodger's fingers around himself and slowly rocked into his hand a few times, once again leaning forward to bite and kiss his shoulders and neck. He bit down particularly hard on his shoulder as he slid two fingers into him, the lube already on his palm mixing with what Dodger had been working in. He mumbled something in old Norse against Dodger's neck that he had no intention of letting the younger man understand.]
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The night had been a very strang one, full of ups and downs, some literal, but despite all of that the prospect of just letting loose and knowing the person he was with could just take it was incredibly appealing.
He straightens again to pour some of the lube on his palm, momentarily distracted by it. Where he was from, there were oils, plant or animal oils, but this looked like neither. The distraction was momentary, very momentary. He stroked himself a few times before slowing and simply watching Dodger.
He bit his lip and grabbed Dodger by the shoulder with his free hand, pulling him up so he was kneeling as well, and then grabbed his wrist, stopping him from working himself and moved his hand to his cock. He curled Dodger's fingers around himself and slowly rocked into his hand a few times, once again leaning forward to bite and kiss his shoulders and neck. He bit down particularly hard on his shoulder as he slid two fingers into him, the lube already on his palm mixing with what Dodger had been working in. He mumbled something in old Norse against Dodger's neck that he had no intention of letting the younger man understand.]