[He was just starting to get into it, properly. Yes, sucking cock always feels good, but he was starting to melt into the meditative aspect of it, and just focus on the pleasure of his partner and the hand in his hair. Not any of the uncomfortable memories nipping at his heels from the earlier conversation.

And then Viktor is pulling him back up, and backing out. Dodger pauses, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and watching the older man with a sharp gaze.]

...Sure. Futility. That's a word.

[He shifts his weight a bit, resting his head against Viktor's thigh while he speaks. It feels important, for the sake of temptation, for his mouth to stay teasingly close.]

You didn't strike me as someone who'd wimp out of a new discovery. [His eyes narrow.] Or a chance to study me.

[Viktor is lying, and doing a bad enough job that Dodger can pick up on exactly what's going on. It was already fascinating to meet someone who didn't want his dick wet, and whatever this fear of pleasure is... he has to poke at it.]