[ His eyes narrow. It's not exactly the answer he expected, but then again what was. It paints a picture for him, at least, of some unknown creature from a completely different world, digging his claws into Dodger's skin, thrusting hard into him. Horns aside, it's close enough. Go figure that's the one that came through when he was with Bigby. ]
... So that's why. [ Both to Dodger's reaction and insistence on using slimes. He frowns despite the younger man seeming far from the type that wants pity. ] At least here you can get whatever you want, right? Nothing to hold you back? [ Granted, it's not real, but Dodger did make it seem like it would feel close enough. ]
Just... come here.
[ He reaches for Dodger's jaw, eyeing him first before tugging him closer for a kiss. Already, he starts off hungry, teasing with sharp teeth if the other decides to slide his tongue past his lips. In the middle of this, Bigby drops his hand toward Dodger's wrist, jerking it for him to let go of the cigarette. He stomps on it, foot twisting hard on the ground before he starts to push Dodger toward the closest wall.
When Bigby slams the young man onto a hard surface, closing him in, he finally pulls away. ]
Feels about right, doesn't it?
[ It's still so surreal, but he's leaning into it the longer they're in here. ]
[He doesn't like pity, but he's starting to get used to it. And he's starting to slowly understand that generally when he gets 'pity', it's some form of compassion. So he just nods, and tries not to pay too much attention to the instinctive thought that Bigby is looking down on him.
Whatever you want. That phrase has gotten... a little dicey in his mind, specifically because of Bigby. The last time Henry had tried to ask where all those scars came from, Dodger had told him he'd give him whatever he wants except Bigby's name. He barely knows the man, certainly doesn't know him well enough to know if he's safe around Henry. And he doesn't want to be cut off from the source of all this thrilling danger, so.... better to just keep them separate, even if it makes Dodger feel incredibly guilty.
He nearly says something to that effect before Bigby grabs him, kisses him, pins him to the wall, and all of those thoughts disappear immediately. Dodger moves with it easily, pressing back into the kiss and shivering at the teeth against his tongue, and gasping sharply when his back hits the wall. By the time Bigby pulls away, he's looking down at him with a look of starstruck excitement.]
Yeah... could you bounce my head off the wall again?
[Feels silly to ask for it, but he's starting to realize he just won't get it often enough if he doesn't.]
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... So that's why. [ Both to Dodger's reaction and insistence on using slimes. He frowns despite the younger man seeming far from the type that wants pity. ] At least here you can get whatever you want, right? Nothing to hold you back? [ Granted, it's not real, but Dodger did make it seem like it would feel close enough. ]
Just... come here.
[ He reaches for Dodger's jaw, eyeing him first before tugging him closer for a kiss. Already, he starts off hungry, teasing with sharp teeth if the other decides to slide his tongue past his lips. In the middle of this, Bigby drops his hand toward Dodger's wrist, jerking it for him to let go of the cigarette. He stomps on it, foot twisting hard on the ground before he starts to push Dodger toward the closest wall.
When Bigby slams the young man onto a hard surface, closing him in, he finally pulls away. ]
Feels about right, doesn't it?
[ It's still so surreal, but he's leaning into it the longer they're in here. ]
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Whatever you want. That phrase has gotten... a little dicey in his mind, specifically because of Bigby. The last time Henry had tried to ask where all those scars came from, Dodger had told him he'd give him whatever he wants except Bigby's name. He barely knows the man, certainly doesn't know him well enough to know if he's safe around Henry. And he doesn't want to be cut off from the source of all this thrilling danger, so.... better to just keep them separate, even if it makes Dodger feel incredibly guilty.
He nearly says something to that effect before Bigby grabs him, kisses him, pins him to the wall, and all of those thoughts disappear immediately. Dodger moves with it easily, pressing back into the kiss and shivering at the teeth against his tongue, and gasping sharply when his back hits the wall. By the time Bigby pulls away, he's looking down at him with a look of starstruck excitement.]
Yeah... could you bounce my head off the wall again?
[Feels silly to ask for it, but he's starting to realize he just won't get it often enough if he doesn't.]