[ Of course that's what Dodger was doing down there. At least this time he can prepare for his instincts to kick in, because he doesn't even want to think about how he'd get if he smelled Dodger go into heat with little to no warning. For now, he focuses on the kiss, pushing his tongue through the other's lips for a full taste.
His hands settle on Dodger's hips when he breaks away with a light sigh. ]
A few bottles. [ He's trying not to blow his whole entire budget on alcohol, even if he'd consider it an essential. ] Been drinking whiskey, yeah? Guess you're in luck too. [ Is it as good as mother slime? Probably not. ]
[Dodger licks his lips when the kiss breaks, giving the trappings of savoring his taste. He can't actually taste anything, but he does really like the feeling of kissing Bigby. It's surprisingly rare around here to get to feel stubble against his face, and to breathe in a scent that's so... earthy, woody, manly.
There's something very hungry in his eyes. Probably not surprisingly at all, since Bigby is so many things that Dodger has trouble finding elsewhere.]
Good. Figured you'd have the good stuff.
[He seeks out one more kiss before pulling away to... well, he was planning to pilfer the liquor, but he stumbles pretty terribly as soon as he doesn't have Bigby to lean on. So actually, he's staying right here.]
[ That does get a small smirk out of him though. He takes another kiss, more greedily than the last, easily building up his appetite for more. Like the alcohol Dodger is after, the taste of him always leaves a subtle burn on his lips, one that he's steadily been building up a tolerance for since he got here. Enough might not be enough sooner or later.
For now, seeing the desire in the other man's eyes is always as good a chaser as any. He licks his chops carefully, ready to go grab a bottle and some glasses, only to stop once he sees Dodger stumble out of his hands. Immediately, he's back to wrapping his arms around him, this time with the intent to lead him to sit down. ]
Hold on. [ He moves under the younger man's arm, letting Dodger drape over him as he moves toward the bed, still perfectly made. The thought occurs to Bigby to just outright carry him, but too late for that now. Instead, he leans into him, letting their scents mingle, feeing Dodger's warmth overwhelm him. When Bigby helps sit him down, he hovers over Dodger, cupping his face with one hand to gently run a thumb across his lips. ] Get comfortable.
[ Another second passes before he's off to get those drinks. Dodger's glass is less full than Bigby's, but he passes it along with no comment, already taking a sip. ]
[Dodger moves easily to let Bigby help him, and settles easily into sitting on the bed. The thumb across his lips makes his eyes slide half-shut, looking up at Bigby with a drunk, starstruck sort of reverence. Being here, too drunk to use his powers, getting fussed over by a scruffy older man, feels like a fantasy coming true.
He lays back and sinks into the bed as soon as Bigby turn away, making some minimal effort to at least get his whole body up there. At least it's easier to focus now that he's laying down, enough to notice that he's being given less alcohol than he wants. He'll sober up faster than he can drink at this rate... but that's probably for the best, he doesn't actually want to pass out.]
It's hard for you to get drunk, right?
[Because he isn't human... or at least Dodger doesn't think he is. And superhumans seem to really struggle with getting drunk.
While he waits for an answer, Dodger is sitting up enough to down his glass is one gulp... unsatisfying, but it's something. And he holds it back up for Bigby expectantly, even if his arm is wavering a little. Or a lot.]
[ Bigby swirls his drink at the question. A glass of whiskey is no different than an aspirin would be for a mundy, if even that. ]
Hard is putting it lightly.
[ He's about to take another sip and leave it at that, only to watch Dodger down his in one go. Mild frustration crosses his face for a second, but he simply sighs and lets it go, taking the other's empty glass and handing him his own. There's no reason he should be indulging this, even with other things on the table right now, but the look on Dodger's face just moments earlier is still lingering on his mind.
Drunk or not, no one looks at him with that kind of adoration. Of course he'd be utterly taken by it, even if he's not outwardly showing it. ]
Take it you got the same problem, then. [ Must be, if Dodger smells that much like alcohol without being completely blacked out. He goes to bring the whole damn bottle over this time, sitting close enough for the younger man to lean on him if he'd like. ] The hell are you drinking this much for anyway?
[ He takes a slow swig, head tilting as he looks Dodger over. For a guy like him, drinking is a cheap form of self-medication, but the younger man doesn't smell hurt, as far as he can tell underneath all the booze. ]
[Dodger brightens up a bit, seeing the whole bottle coming closer. Much better. He sits up a bit, leaning onto Bigby and seeking out a kiss as soon as he's done with that swig.]
Bored. That's all.
[He's definitely lying - under the alcohol he smells like stress, possibly like a recent panic attack. The bandages on his wrists are frayed in a way that probably came from him scratching at them. But he'd sure love for Bigby to think he just does this for fun.
Dodger presses another kiss to Bigby's lips and steals the bottle while he's at it, drinking about a shot's worth or two.]
[ Now that definitely reeks of bullshit, but the kiss does a good job of keeping him quiet. Dodger won't speak on it, so Bigby does the next best thing. He leans fully into the kiss, taking in a deep breath to overwhelm his senses all at once. His heart starts to beat harder against his chest.
Something's wrong. Something that's practically begging him to stay close even as they start to break apart again. He nips at the younger man's lip, as if to hold him there, but it doesn't last. Slowly, Bigby wipes his face with a small sigh, hands now suddenly free thanks to Dodger taking a drink of his own. ]
As much as you like my booze?
[ Despite the sarcasm, there's a hint of tenderness to his words. He moves to hold Dodger's face, rubbing one hand against his stubble while the other reaches for the bottle again. In one seamless motion, he sets it down on the floor before kissing Dodger on the neck, teeth and tongue hitting his skin. ]
... I want to feel you too.
[ Not exactly what Dodger said, but he might as well have. They both want to feel something, to get lost in the moment with one another, just like the first time. ]
[He fully intends to hold onto the bottle, but the hand on his face distracts him. He's still trying to decide whether he's okay with it, and that gives Bigby the opening to take the bottle away. When he does finally make a decision, the bottle is pretty much forgotten in favor of tipping his head back to give Bigby more room for all that attention.]
Don't touch my face.
[It's murmured while his eyes slide closed, and he reaches a hand down to clumsily feel along Bigby's chest, down along his stomach and finally groping at his cock through his pants. Just in case there was any doubt that the protectiveness about his face isn't going to stop him chasing the older man.
It's around here that he figures if he's going to let Bigby grope him back - which he very much wants - he should just put himself into heat now. Before he has a chance to get snippy about getting touched wrong somewhere else. So he shifts, to search through some hidden pocket in his jacket and pull out a vial of rainbow slime. He pulls back just long enough to bite the cork off and down it, before letting the vial drop onto the floor and going straight back to running his hands over Bigby's body.
The heat comes on quickly enough. His skin rises to a pleasantly warm temperature, and he feels... calmer. Let wracked with anxiety, less concerned with keeping track of Bigby's every motion, just letting the usual background noise of horniness take center stage. Combined with the alcohol it just makes him incredibly happy to let Bigby do whatever he wants.]
[ Bigby blinks, taken aback, as if he didn't quite hear that right. He moves his hand away after some hesitation, unsure what to do with it at first, before ultimately landing on Dodger's shoulder instead. His grip is light as it starts to slide down the younger's man arm, only to let go entirely before he even reaches the bandages. For now, he tries to focus on the other's touch instead, undoing the buttons of his shirt to let Dodger freely trail down until he's in between his legs.
He tilts his head back slightly with a deep sigh, relishing in just feeling Dodger's fingers in the moment until they're elsewhere. With bated breath, he waits for the slime to take effect, wondering just how potent it could be this time, until suddenly he can feel his hair stand on end. All at once, he's hit with a rush of desire, the other's scent finally overwhelming the blanket of alcohol. He gets up, fully pulling off his shirt as he does. Not once does his attention leave Dodger while he's standing over him.
In the next moment, Bigby's pushing him onto the bed to get on top of him. Hands, sharper than they should be, trail up from under the younger man's shirt, grazing along his skin as they try to pull it up and over his head. Bigby needs to feel his bare chest against Dodger's as he lowers himself, first to roughly kiss the younger man, then to slowly lick at the corner of his mouth, desperate for any remnants of slime still on him. His hands move to Dodger's wrists next, pinning him down as he lifts his head. ]
[Dodger lets out a purr as he's pushed down and pinned, hands flexing slightly as he tests Bigby's strength. He's still being gentle, though, operating under the assumption that he has to hold his own superhuman strength back even when he knows loosely that he probably doesn't have to. And when Bigby licks him, he leans up to chase his lips with a hungry kiss.]
Next time I'll have to douse myself with whiskey, and make you lick me clean.
[Right now he's definitely too drunk, and too intoxicated by Bigby's scent and the promise of cock. Still thinking about those sharp nails (claws?) against his skin, and how very much he wants to get scratched up and bruised.
One of Dodger's legs slides up, curling slightly around Bigby's thigh to nudge him closer.]
[ His lips meet Dodger's, starving, desperate, in need of more. The longer they kiss, the deeper he goes, pushing until Dodger has his head back down. Bigby can tell he's holding back, just a little bit, and the thought occurs to him to practice some restraint in turn. Instead, when they break apart, his hands press deeper into the man pinned under him, the tiniest bit of drool spilling out the corner of his mouth. All he can focus on is Dodger's scent, and the more he takes in, the more he starts to lose himself. ]
We can do better than that.
[ Far be it for him to turn his nose up at liquor, but there's something far more exhilarating in mind. His claws fully break skin this time, a new scent filling the air for Bigby now. A shuddered breath leaves his throat as he sits up, pulling one hand back to his mouth to taste. He savors it like a delicacy, licking off every finger before going to cover Dodger's mouth with a low growl to shut him up for a second. ]
I'm getting to it.
[ He's frustrated, both at the command and also because he wants this just as badly. Bigby shifts back, roughly tugging at Dodger's pants, probably tearing at them slightly in the process, before pulling down his next. Honestly, he's not going to bother looking at whatever joke underwear Dodger is wearing this time because he's quickly ripping those off too. Bigby glances around for a second, knowing he has whatever complimentary lube this place gave him somewhere, but his cock is throbbing so damn hard already.
So, a quick alternative. He climbs up on top of the younger man, straddling his face and pushing his hips forward. His tip grazes against Dodger's lips, thighs tensing slightly from that sensation alone. ]
[The claws digging into him earn a low moan, and Dodger ends up grinning into their kiss. He feels far from reprimanded, it sure feels like he'll get exactly what he wants for being a brat. Especially when his pants get ripped off, and he's left bare for Bigby to do what he wants with.
And sure, there are some masochistic thoughts rolling around his head about what they could use for lube. There's even a loose thought about the lube in his pants pocket, although it's certainly too far away for the drunken mutant to get to. But Dodger settles easily when Bigby straddles his face, and parts his lips enough to let his unnaturally hot breath ghost over the tip.]
Yes, sir.
[There's a look in his eyes, something in his tone, that implies he's barely holding back the urge to call him daddy again.
But he focuses in, taking Bigby into his mouth and relaxing his throat to take in as much as he can fit. It's slower and sloppier than usual, and he doesn't have as much control as he'd like at this angle, but Dodger's worst blowjobs still tend to be pretty damn good. If nothing else, he's really mastered the doe-eyed glance upward midway through.]
[ His fingers run through Dodger's hair as he sighs— ] Good boy. [ —only to immediately regret letting that slip. Anyway. Moving on. ]
Y-yeah... just like that.
[ His grip gets tighter, head tilting back with low moan. Bigby has a feeling he know exactly what Dodger must be thinking with that glint in his eyes, but he's not going to let that take him out of the moment. The heat on Dodger's breath makes him grit his teeth, lip curling just a bit. When he starts to thrust into the younger man's mouth, he tries to build up his own rhythm slowly in spite of how badly his cock is starting to throb. Not as refined as last time, but it still feels good. Except, he has to pull back eventually. ]
Get it wet for me. [ His voice starts off as a snarl, but looking down at Dodger, it softens just a smidge. ] As wet as you need me.
[ Fuck, those emerald eyes just do him in so easily now. ]
[The phrase earns a soft moan from Dodger, and a look like he'd be wagging his tail if he had one. He's very much not a good boy but god does he love being called one.
He's struggling more than usual to keep up with the roll of Bigby's hips, choking softly every so often but bravely trying not to tap out. At least his gag reflex is still incredibly mild, even while drunk.
The command gets a small hum of acknowledgement from him, and a pulse of heat from his skin before he manages to keep his temperature down. He takes a few more seconds before he pulls back, gasping for air before managing to speak.]
It's fine. Just do it.
[It wouldn't be Dodger if he wasn't confidently demanding things he's only mostly ready for...]
[ His eyes suddenly snap shut the moment he's out of Dodger's mouth. With how hard his cock is, he wouldn't have lasted for much longer anyway, but the transition still makes his jaw clench. When he finally takes another peek at the man below him, half-lidded eyes now tinted with gold, he reaches for Dodger's chin, claws digging in as he squeezes to keep his face where he wants it. As the younger man catches his breath, Bigby simply stares, captivated despite the furrow in his brow. ]
... Okay.
[ But not without tilting Dodger's head to the side first, revealing more of his neck for him to dig his teeth into. He breaks skin enough for him to lap up the taste of blood on his tongue, before sliding his way down Dodger's body, wanting to savor every bit of the other man just as much as he wants to leave his scent all over him. When he's back off the bed, he roughly grabs Dodger's thighs, spreading them apart for him to press his body closer.
The thought occurs to Bigby to finger him — and maybe he does for a moment — just to make sure he really is fine and ready. Then he remembers that even if his hands are slick with his own spit, they're not exactly dull either. He grunts to himself, forgetting that whole prospect, instead teasing the rim of Dodger's hole with his tip. At this point, it's taking a lot of restraint to not just push himself forward in one quick motion, but he manages to breach slowly, eyes settling on Dodger's face to gauge for a reaction. ]
[Dodger lets out a gasping moan when Bigby's teeth dig into his neck, and the scent of fresh blood washes over him. It's something that's been surprisingly rare here, despite of all the rampant hedonism - the chance to get roughed up, to smell his own gasoline-tainted blood while he's being ravaged.
The thought occurs to him that he could get addicted to the older man's attentions, just the same as any of the drugs he relies on.
He's thankful they don't waste too much time on prepping him, and maybe it's just because of the claws. Mostly, it's just impatience. But there's a moment when the head of Bigby's cock presses against his hole, where Dodger tenses up instead of relaxing. His fingers dig into the older man's back, as memories flash into his mind of a different man doing this with him - someone larger, younger, someone Dodger thinks he's seen before in other flashes. A name is on the tip of his tongue, and then... it's gone.
He relaxes again, and blood starts dripping from his nose. Dodger raises a hand to try and block the flow, cursing under his breath.]
[ He hums with a low moan in his throat once he's inside Dodger, shifting slightly when a shudder runs through his whole body. Holding up the younger man's legs, he positions himself back on top, slowly grinding into him despite how tense the younger man feels. He's mindful of his pace at least, especially with Dodger's fingers digging into him, but fuck does it feel so good to be inside him all over again.
Then, the sudden smell of more blood hits him like no other. His eyes flick up, dilated, honed in. He goes still just as quick, not out of concern but something else inside him, desperate to jump out. Base instinct. Primal urges. His claws pierce into the other's legs until he can feel warm blood start to trickle down his hands, as if threatening to tear them apart entirely in an instant. Briefly, the corner of his mouth curls up in a snarl, only for Dodger's voice to bring him back down.
Bigby closes his eyes with a small wince, cock throbbing deep in the younger man, reminding him to keep going. There's no build up this time as he starts to thrust, harder, rougher, hungrier. Once he finds his rhythm again, he lets go of Dodger's legs, giving them leverage to wrap around Bigby's torso as he hovers close to his face. He stares down, drool and sweat — likely their own aphrodisiac thanks to his suit — dripping off him with every grunt.
Everything about this man drives him crazy, and despite the whirlwind of sensations all at once, he still needs more. He lowers his head, not for a kiss, but to lick up the blood on his face before going for his fingers, eager to suck on them until there's nothing left. ]
[Dodger barely has time to register how feral Bigby has gotten. He feels the claws piercing his legs, sees a flash of the hunger in the older man's eyes, and then his focus is entirely taken up by Bigby's cock pounding into him. And that is heavenly. A startled noise escapes him at the first thrust, but it melts afterward into loud, unashamed moans. Bigby is, after all, the only person here with enough strength to fuck Dodger as hard as he wants, and he's savoring every moment of it.
The lick to his face earns a huff of laughter, and he easily slides his fingers into Bigby's mouth to let him taste the blood on them. The thought occurs to him that he's probably playing with fire... playing with a feral beast, letting him taste Dodger's blood so often without letting him fully indulge. The thought sends a shiver through him, and a paradoxical pulse of heat that has his cock twitching between them.
Once he figures his fingers are probably licked clean, he pulls them back and cups Bigby's face, guiding him into a kiss that's equally hungry, and ended by a sharp nip to his bottom lip.]
[ How easily he could bite off the hand that feeds. Or at the very least, snap a finger off for himself, just as a treat. But that's all part of the thrill of it, isn't it? At any moment, when enough is enough and the restraints finally give way, he can lose himself all over again. The temptation, both exciting and horrifying, practically makes his hair stand on end. To think all it took was a bit of blood and a man willing to play the part of prey.
Before Dodger can pull his fingers back, Bigby's eyes widen, teeth clamping down with a low growl, hard enough to pierce and bruise, but just shy of breaking bone. It takes a lot for him to remember to let go, but when he does, he channels his frustration into the kiss. He's panting heavily going to it, and even more so when Dodger bites back when they break a part. Each thrust gets more forceful, his grunts becoming heavier, less human, each time he manages to go a little deeper. When his cock finally hits Dodger's prostrate, he grabs the younger man's hips to pull each other even closer. Bigby so desperately needs to release and fill this man with everything he has. ]
[Bigby isn't the only one thinking about it - there's a moment when he bites down, where Dodger gasps and stills his hand instinctively. Where his skin pulses with heat, and his cock twitches again. The kiss afterward is a relief, and he gets a bit of time to nearly get his thoughts straight before Bigby's cock slams into his prostate and his mind goes fully blank.
Dodger's hands move up to card his fingers through Bigby's hair, and scratch his scalp while each thrust draws desperate moans out of him. The heat under his skin is building faster than he wants it to but he's doing his best to control it, putting whatever mental energy is left into keeping himself safe to handle. It leaves him wonderfully, blissfully empty of thought, only really focusing on how good it feels to get dominated like this.]
[ Every time their bodies hit against each other, Bigby loses himself to the moment just a bit more. He growls as Dodger moans, the satisfaction of bringing him to this point touching on some deeply rooted desire he didn't even know he had anymore. There's so much of this man that he wants — his scent and his sounds, his body and his blood — that he can't bear to wait any longer. ]
I'm coming.
[ By all means a threat with the way he says it. He's entirely too overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock pulsing inside of Dodger, too warm and too tight for him not to reach his peak right then and there. If he weren't so hellbent on filling the younger man to the brim, maybe he'd have the restraint to hold back until Dodger finishes first, but right now, he's far too intoxicated on his own pleasure to think twice.
His hips shudder with one last, deep thrust forward, and his hands grip roughly onto Dodger to hold him steady. He snarls through grit teeth, sweat dripping off him as he leans forward to have every bit of his orgasm inside the younger man. Feeling his cum shoot up into Dodger is exhilarating, and the sudden release instantly sends a rush of heat up to his head. Though he starts to soften, he doesn't pull out just yet, instead rocking his hips as he catches his breath, focusing now on getting Dodger off next. ]
[The words register, and Dodger's instinctive reply comes through in between moans.]
Don't tell me, just- do it..!
[He lets out something akin to a whine when he feels Bigby filling him up, relatively cool against his rapidly rising heat. His fingers dig sharply into Bigby's back, and his skin flares with a dangerous amount of heat for just a moment before he shoots his load across both of their stomachs. It's inhumanly hot, enough to steam slightly before it starts to cool.
Dodger is left panting raggedly, and loosening his grip to instead nudge Bigby away from him.]
Fuck... back up, I might burn you once this wears off.
[ The fingers in his skin get a low groan, satisfied in spite of the intensity. He can handle it — take pleasure from it, even — but the heat radiating from the cum that lands on him gets a sharp hiss in response. Dodger doesn't need to tell him twice. ]
—fuck.
[ He actually winces from the burn, so there's no hesitation when he pulls himself out right after. A part of him wants to ask why Dodger can't control his own powers, but time and place, especially when his own dick is on the line right now. Not like he doesn't shift between forms when pushed hard enough.
Licking his lips, he works past the pain, moving back and off the bed to stand over Dodger. With a hard blink, he wipes the sweat off his forehead, feeling himself start to come down, though the more he looks at the younger man, the more he can't help but want seconds. He rolls his eyes at himself, needing to instead find a towel or something to clean up. His heart is still beating fast, breath shaky, but he's trying to focus on one thing at a time. ]
You, uh. I should... [ Again, he licks his lips, only to make himself glance away. ] There's a first aid kit somewhere, probably.
[Dodger has to take a few moments to catch his breath, before he can push himself into sitting up. Now that his wits are coming back to him... fuck, he's actually bleeding a lot. Maybe not enough to worry about his own safety, but enough that he should probably patch himself up before getting dressed.
The idea that the smell could be tempting Bigby doesn't quite occur to him, but... it's not far from his mind, either.]
If you point me toward it, I can clean up.
[He goes to get out of bed, and winces. Fuck... still drunk, still in pain, maybe not. Dodger lets out a huff, and flops back down.]
[ Bigby is ready to just motion toward the bathroom, if Dodger is going to be so insistent. Instead, he looks over as the younger man collapses back onto the bed. A quiet sigh follows in retort, and he runs a hand still stained red through his hair. Making his way to the bathroom himself, he rummages through the medicine cabinet for something that'll do. He comes back after a moment, though not without washing his hands first.
He pulls up a chair toward the bed, setting mostly everything down as he surveys the damage. What a mess. ]
I'm not a doctor, so if you want more whiskey, now's the time to speak up.
[ Putting a hand on Dodger's leg, he glances up at him to see if he might pull away, or just let him start the clean up with a soapy towel in hand. ]
And before you start, I know the basics of patching someone up.
[ Military experience, even if he is about forty years out of practice, but that's not the important part. ]
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[ Of course that's what Dodger was doing down there. At least this time he can prepare for his instincts to kick in, because he doesn't even want to think about how he'd get if he smelled Dodger go into heat with little to no warning. For now, he focuses on the kiss, pushing his tongue through the other's lips for a full taste.
His hands settle on Dodger's hips when he breaks away with a light sigh. ]
A few bottles. [ He's trying not to blow his whole entire budget on alcohol, even if he'd consider it an essential. ] Been drinking whiskey, yeah? Guess you're in luck too. [ Is it as good as mother slime? Probably not. ]
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There's something very hungry in his eyes. Probably not surprisingly at all, since Bigby is so many things that Dodger has trouble finding elsewhere.]
Good. Figured you'd have the good stuff.
[He seeks out one more kiss before pulling away to... well, he was planning to pilfer the liquor, but he stumbles pretty terribly as soon as he doesn't have Bigby to lean on. So actually, he's staying right here.]
Might... need help getting to your bed.
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[ That does get a small smirk out of him though. He takes another kiss, more greedily than the last, easily building up his appetite for more. Like the alcohol Dodger is after, the taste of him always leaves a subtle burn on his lips, one that he's steadily been building up a tolerance for since he got here. Enough might not be enough sooner or later.
For now, seeing the desire in the other man's eyes is always as good a chaser as any. He licks his chops carefully, ready to go grab a bottle and some glasses, only to stop once he sees Dodger stumble out of his hands. Immediately, he's back to wrapping his arms around him, this time with the intent to lead him to sit down. ]
Hold on. [ He moves under the younger man's arm, letting Dodger drape over him as he moves toward the bed, still perfectly made. The thought occurs to Bigby to just outright carry him, but too late for that now. Instead, he leans into him, letting their scents mingle, feeing Dodger's warmth overwhelm him. When Bigby helps sit him down, he hovers over Dodger, cupping his face with one hand to gently run a thumb across his lips. ] Get comfortable.
[ Another second passes before he's off to get those drinks. Dodger's glass is less full than Bigby's, but he passes it along with no comment, already taking a sip. ]
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[Dodger moves easily to let Bigby help him, and settles easily into sitting on the bed. The thumb across his lips makes his eyes slide half-shut, looking up at Bigby with a drunk, starstruck sort of reverence. Being here, too drunk to use his powers, getting fussed over by a scruffy older man, feels like a fantasy coming true.
He lays back and sinks into the bed as soon as Bigby turn away, making some minimal effort to at least get his whole body up there. At least it's easier to focus now that he's laying down, enough to notice that he's being given less alcohol than he wants. He'll sober up faster than he can drink at this rate... but that's probably for the best, he doesn't actually want to pass out.]
It's hard for you to get drunk, right?
[Because he isn't human... or at least Dodger doesn't think he is. And superhumans seem to really struggle with getting drunk.
While he waits for an answer, Dodger is sitting up enough to down his glass is one gulp... unsatisfying, but it's something. And he holds it back up for Bigby expectantly, even if his arm is wavering a little. Or a lot.]
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Hard is putting it lightly.
[ He's about to take another sip and leave it at that, only to watch Dodger down his in one go. Mild frustration crosses his face for a second, but he simply sighs and lets it go, taking the other's empty glass and handing him his own. There's no reason he should be indulging this, even with other things on the table right now, but the look on Dodger's face just moments earlier is still lingering on his mind.
Drunk or not, no one looks at him with that kind of adoration. Of course he'd be utterly taken by it, even if he's not outwardly showing it. ]
Take it you got the same problem, then. [ Must be, if Dodger smells that much like alcohol without being completely blacked out. He goes to bring the whole damn bottle over this time, sitting close enough for the younger man to lean on him if he'd like. ] The hell are you drinking this much for anyway?
[ He takes a slow swig, head tilting as he looks Dodger over. For a guy like him, drinking is a cheap form of self-medication, but the younger man doesn't smell hurt, as far as he can tell underneath all the booze. ]
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Bored. That's all.
[He's definitely lying - under the alcohol he smells like stress, possibly like a recent panic attack. The bandages on his wrists are frayed in a way that probably came from him scratching at them. But he'd sure love for Bigby to think he just does this for fun.
Dodger presses another kiss to Bigby's lips and steals the bottle while he's at it, drinking about a shot's worth or two.]
I wanna feel something. And you're... I like you.
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Something's wrong. Something that's practically begging him to stay close even as they start to break apart again. He nips at the younger man's lip, as if to hold him there, but it doesn't last. Slowly, Bigby wipes his face with a small sigh, hands now suddenly free thanks to Dodger taking a drink of his own. ]
As much as you like my booze?
[ Despite the sarcasm, there's a hint of tenderness to his words. He moves to hold Dodger's face, rubbing one hand against his stubble while the other reaches for the bottle again. In one seamless motion, he sets it down on the floor before kissing Dodger on the neck, teeth and tongue hitting his skin. ]
... I want to feel you too.
[ Not exactly what Dodger said, but he might as well have. They both want to feel something, to get lost in the moment with one another, just like the first time. ]
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Don't touch my face.
[It's murmured while his eyes slide closed, and he reaches a hand down to clumsily feel along Bigby's chest, down along his stomach and finally groping at his cock through his pants. Just in case there was any doubt that the protectiveness about his face isn't going to stop him chasing the older man.
It's around here that he figures if he's going to let Bigby grope him back - which he very much wants - he should just put himself into heat now. Before he has a chance to get snippy about getting touched wrong somewhere else. So he shifts, to search through some hidden pocket in his jacket and pull out a vial of rainbow slime. He pulls back just long enough to bite the cork off and down it, before letting the vial drop onto the floor and going straight back to running his hands over Bigby's body.
The heat comes on quickly enough. His skin rises to a pleasantly warm temperature, and he feels... calmer. Let wracked with anxiety, less concerned with keeping track of Bigby's every motion, just letting the usual background noise of horniness take center stage. Combined with the alcohol it just makes him incredibly happy to let Bigby do whatever he wants.]
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He tilts his head back slightly with a deep sigh, relishing in just feeling Dodger's fingers in the moment until they're elsewhere. With bated breath, he waits for the slime to take effect, wondering just how potent it could be this time, until suddenly he can feel his hair stand on end. All at once, he's hit with a rush of desire, the other's scent finally overwhelming the blanket of alcohol. He gets up, fully pulling off his shirt as he does. Not once does his attention leave Dodger while he's standing over him.
In the next moment, Bigby's pushing him onto the bed to get on top of him. Hands, sharper than they should be, trail up from under the younger man's shirt, grazing along his skin as they try to pull it up and over his head. Bigby needs to feel his bare chest against Dodger's as he lowers himself, first to roughly kiss the younger man, then to slowly lick at the corner of his mouth, desperate for any remnants of slime still on him. His hands move to Dodger's wrists next, pinning him down as he lifts his head. ]
Missed a spot again.
[ He teases with a voice low and raspy. ]
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Next time I'll have to douse myself with whiskey, and make you lick me clean.
[Right now he's definitely too drunk, and too intoxicated by Bigby's scent and the promise of cock. Still thinking about those sharp nails (claws?) against his skin, and how very much he wants to get scratched up and bruised.
One of Dodger's legs slides up, curling slightly around Bigby's thigh to nudge him closer.]
Hurry up and get my pants off, hot shot.
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We can do better than that.
[ Far be it for him to turn his nose up at liquor, but there's something far more exhilarating in mind. His claws fully break skin this time, a new scent filling the air for Bigby now. A shuddered breath leaves his throat as he sits up, pulling one hand back to his mouth to taste. He savors it like a delicacy, licking off every finger before going to cover Dodger's mouth with a low growl to shut him up for a second. ]
I'm getting to it.
[ He's frustrated, both at the command and also because he wants this just as badly. Bigby shifts back, roughly tugging at Dodger's pants, probably tearing at them slightly in the process, before pulling down his next. Honestly, he's not going to bother looking at whatever joke underwear Dodger is wearing this time because he's quickly ripping those off too. Bigby glances around for a second, knowing he has whatever complimentary lube this place gave him somewhere, but his cock is throbbing so damn hard already.
So, a quick alternative. He climbs up on top of the younger man, straddling his face and pushing his hips forward. His tip grazes against Dodger's lips, thighs tensing slightly from that sensation alone. ]
Put that mouth to good use first.
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And sure, there are some masochistic thoughts rolling around his head about what they could use for lube. There's even a loose thought about the lube in his pants pocket, although it's certainly too far away for the drunken mutant to get to. But Dodger settles easily when Bigby straddles his face, and parts his lips enough to let his unnaturally hot breath ghost over the tip.]
Yes, sir.
[There's a look in his eyes, something in his tone, that implies he's barely holding back the urge to call him daddy again.
But he focuses in, taking Bigby into his mouth and relaxing his throat to take in as much as he can fit. It's slower and sloppier than usual, and he doesn't have as much control as he'd like at this angle, but Dodger's worst blowjobs still tend to be pretty damn good. If nothing else, he's really mastered the doe-eyed glance upward midway through.]
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Y-yeah... just like that.
[ His grip gets tighter, head tilting back with low moan. Bigby has a feeling he know exactly what Dodger must be thinking with that glint in his eyes, but he's not going to let that take him out of the moment. The heat on Dodger's breath makes him grit his teeth, lip curling just a bit. When he starts to thrust into the younger man's mouth, he tries to build up his own rhythm slowly in spite of how badly his cock is starting to throb. Not as refined as last time, but it still feels good. Except, he has to pull back eventually. ]
Get it wet for me. [ His voice starts off as a snarl, but looking down at Dodger, it softens just a smidge. ] As wet as you need me.
[ Fuck, those emerald eyes just do him in so easily now. ]
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He's struggling more than usual to keep up with the roll of Bigby's hips, choking softly every so often but bravely trying not to tap out. At least his gag reflex is still incredibly mild, even while drunk.
The command gets a small hum of acknowledgement from him, and a pulse of heat from his skin before he manages to keep his temperature down. He takes a few more seconds before he pulls back, gasping for air before managing to speak.]
It's fine. Just do it.
[It wouldn't be Dodger if he wasn't confidently demanding things he's only mostly ready for...]
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... Okay.
[ But not without tilting Dodger's head to the side first, revealing more of his neck for him to dig his teeth into. He breaks skin enough for him to lap up the taste of blood on his tongue, before sliding his way down Dodger's body, wanting to savor every bit of the other man just as much as he wants to leave his scent all over him. When he's back off the bed, he roughly grabs Dodger's thighs, spreading them apart for him to press his body closer.
The thought occurs to Bigby to finger him — and maybe he does for a moment — just to make sure he really is fine and ready. Then he remembers that even if his hands are slick with his own spit, they're not exactly dull either. He grunts to himself, forgetting that whole prospect, instead teasing the rim of Dodger's hole with his tip. At this point, it's taking a lot of restraint to not just push himself forward in one quick motion, but he manages to breach slowly, eyes settling on Dodger's face to gauge for a reaction. ]
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The thought occurs to him that he could get addicted to the older man's attentions, just the same as any of the drugs he relies on.
He's thankful they don't waste too much time on prepping him, and maybe it's just because of the claws. Mostly, it's just impatience. But there's a moment when the head of Bigby's cock presses against his hole, where Dodger tenses up instead of relaxing. His fingers dig into the older man's back, as memories flash into his mind of a different man doing this with him - someone larger, younger, someone Dodger thinks he's seen before in other flashes. A name is on the tip of his tongue, and then... it's gone.
He relaxes again, and blood starts dripping from his nose. Dodger raises a hand to try and block the flow, cursing under his breath.]
Fuck... don't stop. I'm fine, just keep going.
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Then, the sudden smell of more blood hits him like no other. His eyes flick up, dilated, honed in. He goes still just as quick, not out of concern but something else inside him, desperate to jump out. Base instinct. Primal urges. His claws pierce into the other's legs until he can feel warm blood start to trickle down his hands, as if threatening to tear them apart entirely in an instant. Briefly, the corner of his mouth curls up in a snarl, only for Dodger's voice to bring him back down.
Bigby closes his eyes with a small wince, cock throbbing deep in the younger man, reminding him to keep going. There's no build up this time as he starts to thrust, harder, rougher, hungrier. Once he finds his rhythm again, he lets go of Dodger's legs, giving them leverage to wrap around Bigby's torso as he hovers close to his face. He stares down, drool and sweat — likely their own aphrodisiac thanks to his suit — dripping off him with every grunt.
Everything about this man drives him crazy, and despite the whirlwind of sensations all at once, he still needs more. He lowers his head, not for a kiss, but to lick up the blood on his face before going for his fingers, eager to suck on them until there's nothing left. ]
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The lick to his face earns a huff of laughter, and he easily slides his fingers into Bigby's mouth to let him taste the blood on them. The thought occurs to him that he's probably playing with fire... playing with a feral beast, letting him taste Dodger's blood so often without letting him fully indulge. The thought sends a shiver through him, and a paradoxical pulse of heat that has his cock twitching between them.
Once he figures his fingers are probably licked clean, he pulls them back and cups Bigby's face, guiding him into a kiss that's equally hungry, and ended by a sharp nip to his bottom lip.]
Harder. Give me bruises.
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Before Dodger can pull his fingers back, Bigby's eyes widen, teeth clamping down with a low growl, hard enough to pierce and bruise, but just shy of breaking bone. It takes a lot for him to remember to let go, but when he does, he channels his frustration into the kiss. He's panting heavily going to it, and even more so when Dodger bites back when they break a part. Each thrust gets more forceful, his grunts becoming heavier, less human, each time he manages to go a little deeper. When his cock finally hits Dodger's prostrate, he grabs the younger man's hips to pull each other even closer. Bigby so desperately needs to release and fill this man with everything he has. ]
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Dodger's hands move up to card his fingers through Bigby's hair, and scratch his scalp while each thrust draws desperate moans out of him. The heat under his skin is building faster than he wants it to but he's doing his best to control it, putting whatever mental energy is left into keeping himself safe to handle. It leaves him wonderfully, blissfully empty of thought, only really focusing on how good it feels to get dominated like this.]
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I'm coming.
[ By all means a threat with the way he says it. He's entirely too overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock pulsing inside of Dodger, too warm and too tight for him not to reach his peak right then and there. If he weren't so hellbent on filling the younger man to the brim, maybe he'd have the restraint to hold back until Dodger finishes first, but right now, he's far too intoxicated on his own pleasure to think twice.
His hips shudder with one last, deep thrust forward, and his hands grip roughly onto Dodger to hold him steady. He snarls through grit teeth, sweat dripping off him as he leans forward to have every bit of his orgasm inside the younger man. Feeling his cum shoot up into Dodger is exhilarating, and the sudden release instantly sends a rush of heat up to his head. Though he starts to soften, he doesn't pull out just yet, instead rocking his hips as he catches his breath, focusing now on getting Dodger off next. ]
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Don't tell me, just- do it..!
[He lets out something akin to a whine when he feels Bigby filling him up, relatively cool against his rapidly rising heat. His fingers dig sharply into Bigby's back, and his skin flares with a dangerous amount of heat for just a moment before he shoots his load across both of their stomachs. It's inhumanly hot, enough to steam slightly before it starts to cool.
Dodger is left panting raggedly, and loosening his grip to instead nudge Bigby away from him.]
Fuck... back up, I might burn you once this wears off.
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—fuck.
[ He actually winces from the burn, so there's no hesitation when he pulls himself out right after. A part of him wants to ask why Dodger can't control his own powers, but time and place, especially when his own dick is on the line right now. Not like he doesn't shift between forms when pushed hard enough.
Licking his lips, he works past the pain, moving back and off the bed to stand over Dodger. With a hard blink, he wipes the sweat off his forehead, feeling himself start to come down, though the more he looks at the younger man, the more he can't help but want seconds. He rolls his eyes at himself, needing to instead find a towel or something to clean up. His heart is still beating fast, breath shaky, but he's trying to focus on one thing at a time. ]
You, uh. I should... [ Again, he licks his lips, only to make himself glance away. ] There's a first aid kit somewhere, probably.
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The idea that the smell could be tempting Bigby doesn't quite occur to him, but... it's not far from his mind, either.]
If you point me toward it, I can clean up.
[He goes to get out of bed, and winces. Fuck... still drunk, still in pain, maybe not. Dodger lets out a huff, and flops back down.]
Nevermind. Maybe just bring it over here.
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He pulls up a chair toward the bed, setting mostly everything down as he surveys the damage. What a mess. ]
I'm not a doctor, so if you want more whiskey, now's the time to speak up.
[ Putting a hand on Dodger's leg, he glances up at him to see if he might pull away, or just let him start the clean up with a soapy towel in hand. ]
And before you start, I know the basics of patching someone up.
[ Military experience, even if he is about forty years out of practice, but that's not the important part. ]
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