I will keep that in mind. Your sincerity is appreciated. [ There is something in the way Viktor regards him almost appreciatively before he nods silently and solemnly. ]
I do not imagine many people's brains do. [ There's an amused lilt to his voice as he says that. He'll put down his book before his hands grab for another. He will flip through the pages before a soft 'ah' escapes him. He reads it for but a moment before handing it over to Dodger. ]
Is this the 'Hell' you were looking for? [ Is it a book on the biblical hell or the Hell which Dodger speaks?? ]
[The 'sincerity' comment gets an amused snort. He isn't sure how to feel about it being appreciated, but he'll take it.
Dodger takes the book from Viktor and skims over the spot he'd been reading before flipping through aimlessly. He doesn't remember Hell, so he isn't sure exactly what he's looking f-
-a chill tends to set in during the fall festival. Vendors sell fruit wines and grilled pets to sinners-
Rather than just bleeding, Dodger's skin explodes in colors like a damaged VHS tape, flashing chunks of cyan, magenta and yellow. It only lasts a second at most, but Viktor will be able to catch glimpses of a red, devil-like tail behind Dodger, sharp fangs in his mouth and a gnarly scar on the left side of his neck that looks like something tried taking a bite out of him. And then it ends, leaving Dodger to slam the book closed and hold his nose closed to block a fresh bout of bleeding.
[ It seems that everything is proceeding as intended until, well, that little display. Viktor tenses in his seat, eyes widening as he watches that transformation take root and shape before him. His eyes swirl to life with colors of purple and yellow in varying hues. He might lean forward once the shock wears off to try and reach out, but he stills his hand, going instead to reach down to tear a small piece of his robe off to hand to the other man to help stop the bleeding. ]
Incredible. [ Sorry, that's just how he is Dodger. But this is something he's never quite seen before, and he has a lot of memories from people to shuffle through, and not a single one yields a result like this. ]
Such a sophisticated manifestation. What a fascinating response. Does it feel...physical in any way? Can you feel that tail, or fangs when they formed just now?
[Dodger takes the scrap gratefully to block his nose, and sets the book aside in its own spot so he can try to read more of it later. Later, when he's actually taken his medication and he's less likely to react to it.
He honestly doesn't know how to feel about the reaction. It's uncomfortable, being studied and potentially giving weaknesses away, but he doesn't really get the sense that he's being judged. Or pitied, which was common enough from his doctor back home.]
I can feel it, yeah... vaguely. Sometimes one of my eyes blinks out during those, that's a lot more... solid.
[It's always the right eye. He can't see through it anyway - just blurry shapes and dim lights - but it's uncomfortable to have it fully vanish during the shifts.]
I guess we got what we were looking for. But uh... we can keep rooting around, unless you wanna work on the next part of that bet.
[He could find more material, but that would likely come with more reality shifts and they don't feel great. At least he's confirmed that he can find the information he wants, which is huge.]
I am curious. What would happen if your memories were sealed off, or partially sealed, almost like a net that filters things through at a slower pace? Would that perhaps ease the symptoms?
[ He's muttering to himself but keeps those strange eyes on Dodger all the while, like he's openly talking about an experiment to the test subject with little regard for how it might be perceived. If his powers might be used in a way that is beneficial to somebody...would it be alright to use them? The other is tantalizing in a way Viktor knows it shouldn't be, not after what he's done, and yet...there is a voice in his head telling him it would be fine. Words slip past his lips before he has a chance to reconsider the offer. ] If you would ever like to try it, please do let me know.
[ But, hm, that other thing that was promised. He hasn't forgotten it, it's just not something he's been overly invested in, perhaps because he knows what the outcome will be. There is the slightest hint of a flush on his cheeks as he finally looks away. ] The part where you are going to try to suck me off, yes?
[ When you have no filter, usually, and then your suit also makes you truthful and impulsive, dang. ] I am curious to see if there is...potential.
[It does sound like something that would work - might work, at least - but he still bristles while Viktor talks. He's touchy at the best of times with people rooting around in his head, and it's worst still with thoughts of Arzial on his mind. Worse enough that even the prospect of switching gears feels a little off, and his eyes narrow at the word potential.]
The man that did this to me trained plenty of potential into me.
[But that doesn't mean he's backing out. Once he's confirmed that his nose has stopped bleeding - and tried to wipe some of the remains out of his beard - he slips off of the table to lean uncomfortably close over Viktor's chair, one hand bracing against the back of it. That feels a little better that going straight to his knees. A little more like he's forcing his will, instead of submitting to yet another man with too keen an interest in him.]
How important is romance for you? Or would you rather I got straight to it?
You have nothing to worry about in those regards. I do not intend to train or use you in such a manner. I only meant to offer a potential relief to you and to your symptoms. But, perhaps, I have misspoke.
[ He has only ever wanted to help people; here is no different. Should the other accept his offer, he would do whatever he could to mitigate the damage already done. ] It is your choice, do what you like with the offer.
[ There is a slight wince from him as the words there is always a choice and choice is false both ring in his head. But his thoughts are interrupted by Dodger looming over him, and he has to tilt his head up to look back at the other. ]
That entirely depends on what you would like to get out of such a thing, no? I am not opposed to it, but considering the current environment we are in, it is not a true necessity. [ Have an amused smirk directed your way, Dodger. ]
Were you looking to romance me in a library in an almost covert affair? If so, this is your chance to do so.
[There is some hesitation - the amusement is as frustrating as it is disarming, digging into the part of him that wants to be an intimidating figure as much as it soothes the part of him that wants Viktor to like him. And... he does soften a bit, even if his metaphorical hackles are still raised.]
Maybe next time, bud.
[When he isn't putting active effort into not thinking about traumatic memories, of a man who happened to really like going slow and romantic during his abuse. But there is going to be a next time, regardless of how this goes.
He hadn't actually been paying that much attention to Viktor's clothing - his gaze tends to stray to the metallic skin, even if he still hasn't asked about it - but he's taking in as much information as he can while he kneels down between the older man's legs. Figuring out if there's pants under that robe, or if he just needs to hike it up - either way his hands are abundantly gentle when he finally touches him, just sort of assuming that Viktor is frail enough to need that.]
As you wish. [ There's a soft look in his eyes as he mutely nods to Dodger's response. The touch being so gentle is surprising, but not unwelcome as Viktor watches. One of his metallic hands comes up to almost stop Dodger before he's even begun, but his fingers only twitch slightly before his hand rests against the arm of the chair again. ] Before we begin. You need not push yourself for me. If it is...too unpleasant to look at, I do understand.
[ After all, this body is also one he struggles to come to terms with himself. ]
In instances like these, both parties should be enjoying themselves, yes? It would devalue the meaning if only one of us is to enjoy ourselves.
[ On good days, Viktor can tolerate his strange metallic flesh and allow himself to go practically nude beneath the robe he clings to like a second skin. On other bad days, he can't even bear the thought of looking at himself in the mirror sometimes. Today is a good day, and so beneath the robe is a simple pair of undergarments and nothing else. He straightens ever so slightly with the touch, dulled as it is, it feels mostly like being underwater and encased in a bubble. Viktor spreads his legs a bit more to allow Dodger better access. ] You can also be a bit rough, if you'd like.
[ His body is more than sturdy enough to handle it. ]
[Dodger lets Viktor stop him, but just gives him a bemused look. This body is interesting, which is all he really needs to want to touch it. And the idea of wanting them both to enjoy themselves is... a little foreign. Not because he's unfamiliar with the concept, just because it's been a very long time since it was a real concern. Everyone's pleasure is their own problem, but voicing that doesn't feel particularly important.]
We'll see how I feel when I'm down there.
[But he does at least move a little more confidently. Dodger is super-humanly strong, and Viktor will likely still feel him holding that strength back, but he is at least not treating him like he's made of glass. Pushing that robe up, and taking a moment to examine the strange skin of his legs before leaning forward to mouth him through those undergarments.
This soon after a memory bleed, his mind is always a little more open to them, and he can feel another stray thought pushing up to the surface. A memory of skinny, warped legs resting on a bathroom floor... but he pushes that aside before it makes him bleed directly onto Viktor's crotch. There's more interesting things to focus on - like the feeling of that purple skin under his calloused fingers, and the slow exploration of what he sort of assumes is going to be a purple, metallic dick against his lips.]
You may just make me feel a bit self-conscious with comments like that.
[ Just kidding! Viktor is his own biggest hater, so he would not be surprised if Dodger called this whole thing off. If he's stubborn, then perhaps Viktor could see him persevering through it all.
But Viktor's skin feels exactly as it looks. Cold, metallic, hard as metal with splits in the metal looking sinew that allow for a soft purplish like to escape from beneath his skin. His cock is no different. Its appearance does hold the same properties as the rest of his body. Viktor might feel a buzzing beneath his skin as Dodger presses his mouth against the outline of his cock. Those calloused fingers drawing up some associations to someone else is enough to get a short, muted inhale of breath out of Viktor.
His hand will come up once more this time to rake itself through Dodger's hair, and Viktor watches in an almost experimental kind of way. ]
[If anything, Dodger's interest seems to grow the more that he touches, and he nearly misses Viktor's comment - it just gets a huff of laughter in response. His focus is on admiring the texture of that odd skin, both with his fingers and with his lips. It's rough and hard, distinctly inhuman in a way that he fixates on without meaning to, and his fingers experimentally heat up to see if he can get a reaction from warming the golden metal of his thighs.
After a bit more teasing, he carefully pulls down Viktor's underpants, and his eyes sharpen with a sort of scientific focus when he finally gets to see that cock. It's rare for mutations to affect this area, but not something he hasn't seen before - and it's always exciting when he gets the chance to get up-close with one. But he doesn't go straight for it, instead running his lips over the skin at its base, licking along its underside and finally taking just the head into his mouth. And if he got a good reaction from warming Viktor's thighs earlier, he'll try it again now, heating any metallic bits of skin with his tongue.]
[ Rough, hard, distinctly metallic in texture and taste as well. Viktor watches Dodger's movements like any scientist watches their experiment unfold before them. Calm, calculating, and curious.
The heat that blooms on his thighs does make the purple light that dances beneath his skin blossom to life, and Viktor even stiffens for a moment because that heat is something he can actually feel for a brief moment. There is a soft sigh from him once he feels Dodger's tongue run its course along the base and underside of his cock.
The application of heat certainly gets his attention as he closes his eyes ever so briefly, hand tightening in Dodger's hair. He has never tried applying a steady use of temperature before when it came to this body.
He supposed it would make sense for heat, something that tempers and makes metal malleable, to have some effect. But the significance of such effects is even eye-opening to him. Perhaps he might try electricity next to see if it produces any similar sensations next time? ]
That is good. You are doing well. [ As if Dodger needed any more encouragement!! ]
[He can tell he isn't having as much of an effect as normal - Dodger is very proud of how good his mouth feels, and he's used to men falling apart almost immediately under his attentions. But he's having an effect, which stops him from doing more than just glancing up questioningly.
It does explain why Viktor thought this was worth betting on. For whatever reason, his skin can't feel much, although the heat seems to be helping. Dodger lowers his head, bobbing a few times experimentally... but that comment makes him comes back up immediately.]
Clearly I'm not. [His gaze sweeps over Viktor's face, searching for... something. There's not quite concern in his expression, more like an analytical interest in solving the problem.] I can get rougher, if you think that'll help.
[He can suck harder, or bite him, or turn his heat up higher. It's been a while, but he has been with mutants who couldn't feel much and they tended to turn into real masochists.]
[ Watching Dodger idly is also helping, but that also might be because he is envisioning him as someone else, someone being Jayce. They are of a similar build, so there is at least that.
Viktor's sigh is airy, breathy, as he leans back further into the chair. ]
It gives me somewhere to start, variables to work with. So despite our lack of results efforts, you are. I am a hard case, as I have warned you previously. [ Just a touch amused as he says that. ]
The heat...that helped. Perhaps trying again with a higher index could prove useful.
[He likes that sigh, at least. And Dodger pauses, thinking it over, but he presses a kiss to Viktor's inner thigh while he's coming up with a game plan. Or more accurately, just sort of rests his lips there for a moment.]
Alright. We can try that.
[He isn't sure how to feel about treating it like a scientific study. But he doesn't mind, exactly. So he goes back in, seeking out one of those veins of metal with his tongue and heating it again. Slowly, watching for a moment where he gets a real reaction out of him - whether from pleasure or pain - and ready to stop immediately if he ends up going too hot. But he isn't afraid to hit a temperature that would normally burn, if he needs to.]
[ The heat from Dodger's mouth enveloping him again has Viktor closing his eyes briefly as he wills himself to remain composed. It's actually surprising how much the heat from the other's mouth really stirs something in him, like a heat that he's had before in his normal body, but not very much in this one. He's unintentionally biting his lip as Dodger continues, and a soft, breathy gasp escapes him every once in a while.
It continues for a while as Viktor can feel that desire and heat swell within him, between his legs, the familiar feeling of pleasure welling up inside of him as his cock responds ever so slightly.
You don't deserve this. Is what the voices inside his head from his suit or just from his own self-deprecation are saying to him now as he watches Dodger's head bob between his legs. He worries his lip before a hexcorized hand delves into Dodger's hair again before tugging him away. His expression flushed, lips parted ever so slightly as he pants, but there's a look of uncertainty in those eyes of his. ]
I-I think we have seen the futility of it. [ Viktor is a lying liar who lies, but he also doesn't want to come undone in front of this man. Those words reverberate through his mind as he shifts in his seat. ] This is more than enough.
[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.]
[ Viktor's eyes narrow at that challenge, that call out, and he has half a mind to give a biting retort back. ] Do not presume to know what I would or would not do.
[ He gives Dodger a look as if he's staring right through him for a second or two. His eyes flash an angry color of red. ]
I am not...wimping out, as you have put it. [ Another huff as he pulls on Dodger's hair again, a bit more insistent. ]
I do not think this is a good idea. [ It's the wavering in his voice that makes him genuinely concerned. He's not sure what will happen with his powers if he does this with Dodger. He doesn't want to accidentally invade his mind or do something that might cause harm to the other man. ]
We should stop here, for now. I. I apologize. [ Viktor doesn't really care what this makes him seem like to the other man. It's imperative that he not lose control, and that's really all that matters. The doubts and the second guesses are also enough to cause him to waver. ] Another time, perhaps.
[ If this doesn't put Dodger off completely, which Viktor would certainly understand. ]
[Dodger's expression makes it clear that he's unhappy, but he moves with Viktor's hand. Sitting up and then getting to his feet, giving Viktor space but failing to hide his own disappointment. The best he can do is mask it as frustration.
It doesn't occur to him that powers would be the problem. Mostly because he has decent control over his own powers and generally wants powers to crop up during sex. But that leaves him at a loss. He was clearly doing a good job, so he can't blame himself, just something nebulous making Viktor afraid to get too into things. His gaze keeps sweeping over Viktor's body, as if the answer would be written somewhere on his skin.]
It's fine. It happens.
[He thinks.]
Next time. In the meantime... thanks for the date, I guess.
[He's checking his Watch, because... he genuinely isn't sure if that counts enough to get a card. But he sure would love to at least get that. Between that and the furrowed brow he's probably coming off as a jackass, but he doesn't notice or particularly care.]
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I do not imagine many people's brains do. [ There's an amused lilt to his voice as he says that. He'll put down his book before his hands grab for another. He will flip through the pages before a soft 'ah' escapes him. He reads it for but a moment before handing it over to Dodger. ]
Is this the 'Hell' you were looking for? [ Is it a book on the biblical hell or the Hell which Dodger speaks?? ]
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Dodger takes the book from Viktor and skims over the spot he'd been reading before flipping through aimlessly. He doesn't remember Hell, so he isn't sure exactly what he's looking f-
-a chill tends to set in during the fall festival. Vendors sell fruit wines and grilled pets to sinners-
Rather than just bleeding, Dodger's skin explodes in colors like a damaged VHS tape, flashing chunks of cyan, magenta and yellow. It only lasts a second at most, but Viktor will be able to catch glimpses of a red, devil-like tail behind Dodger, sharp fangs in his mouth and a gnarly scar on the left side of his neck that looks like something tried taking a bite out of him. And then it ends, leaving Dodger to slam the book closed and hold his nose closed to block a fresh bout of bleeding.
God, it hurts just as badly every time.]
Yeah. Yeah, I think it is.
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Incredible. [ Sorry, that's just how he is Dodger. But this is something he's never quite seen before, and he has a lot of memories from people to shuffle through, and not a single one yields a result like this. ]
Such a sophisticated manifestation. What a fascinating response. Does it feel...physical in any way? Can you feel that tail, or fangs when they formed just now?
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He honestly doesn't know how to feel about the reaction. It's uncomfortable, being studied and potentially giving weaknesses away, but he doesn't really get the sense that he's being judged. Or pitied, which was common enough from his doctor back home.]
I can feel it, yeah... vaguely. Sometimes one of my eyes blinks out during those, that's a lot more... solid.
[It's always the right eye. He can't see through it anyway - just blurry shapes and dim lights - but it's uncomfortable to have it fully vanish during the shifts.]
I guess we got what we were looking for. But uh... we can keep rooting around, unless you wanna work on the next part of that bet.
[He could find more material, but that would likely come with more reality shifts and they don't feel great. At least he's confirmed that he can find the information he wants, which is huge.]
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[ He's muttering to himself but keeps those strange eyes on Dodger all the while, like he's openly talking about an experiment to the test subject with little regard for how it might be perceived. If his powers might be used in a way that is beneficial to somebody...would it be alright to use them? The other is tantalizing in a way Viktor knows it shouldn't be, not after what he's done, and yet...there is a voice in his head telling him it would be fine. Words slip past his lips before he has a chance to reconsider the offer. ] If you would ever like to try it, please do let me know.
[ But, hm, that other thing that was promised. He hasn't forgotten it, it's just not something he's been overly invested in, perhaps because he knows what the outcome will be. There is the slightest hint of a flush on his cheeks as he finally looks away. ] The part where you are going to try to suck me off, yes?
[ When you have no filter, usually, and then your suit also makes you truthful and impulsive, dang. ] I am curious to see if there is...potential.
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The man that did this to me trained plenty of potential into me.
[But that doesn't mean he's backing out. Once he's confirmed that his nose has stopped bleeding - and tried to wipe some of the remains out of his beard - he slips off of the table to lean uncomfortably close over Viktor's chair, one hand bracing against the back of it. That feels a little better that going straight to his knees. A little more like he's forcing his will, instead of submitting to yet another man with too keen an interest in him.]
How important is romance for you? Or would you rather I got straight to it?
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[ He has only ever wanted to help people; here is no different. Should the other accept his offer, he would do whatever he could to mitigate the damage already done. ] It is your choice, do what you like with the offer.
[ There is a slight wince from him as the words there is always a choice and choice is false both ring in his head. But his thoughts are interrupted by Dodger looming over him, and he has to tilt his head up to look back at the other. ]
That entirely depends on what you would like to get out of such a thing, no? I am not opposed to it, but considering the current environment we are in, it is not a true necessity. [ Have an amused smirk directed your way, Dodger. ]
Were you looking to romance me in a library in an almost covert affair? If so, this is your chance to do so.
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Maybe next time, bud.
[When he isn't putting active effort into not thinking about traumatic memories, of a man who happened to really like going slow and romantic during his abuse. But there is going to be a next time, regardless of how this goes.
He hadn't actually been paying that much attention to Viktor's clothing - his gaze tends to stray to the metallic skin, even if he still hasn't asked about it - but he's taking in as much information as he can while he kneels down between the older man's legs. Figuring out if there's pants under that robe, or if he just needs to hike it up - either way his hands are abundantly gentle when he finally touches him, just sort of assuming that Viktor is frail enough to need that.]
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[ After all, this body is also one he struggles to come to terms with himself. ]
In instances like these, both parties should be enjoying themselves, yes? It would devalue the meaning if only one of us is to enjoy ourselves.
[ On good days, Viktor can tolerate his strange metallic flesh and allow himself to go practically nude beneath the robe he clings to like a second skin. On other bad days, he can't even bear the thought of looking at himself in the mirror sometimes. Today is a good day, and so beneath the robe is a simple pair of undergarments and nothing else. He straightens ever so slightly with the touch, dulled as it is, it feels mostly like being underwater and encased in a bubble. Viktor spreads his legs a bit more to allow Dodger better access. ] You can also be a bit rough, if you'd like.
[ His body is more than sturdy enough to handle it. ]
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We'll see how I feel when I'm down there.
[But he does at least move a little more confidently. Dodger is super-humanly strong, and Viktor will likely still feel him holding that strength back, but he is at least not treating him like he's made of glass. Pushing that robe up, and taking a moment to examine the strange skin of his legs before leaning forward to mouth him through those undergarments.
This soon after a memory bleed, his mind is always a little more open to them, and he can feel another stray thought pushing up to the surface. A memory of skinny, warped legs resting on a bathroom floor... but he pushes that aside before it makes him bleed directly onto Viktor's crotch. There's more interesting things to focus on - like the feeling of that purple skin under his calloused fingers, and the slow exploration of what he sort of assumes is going to be a purple, metallic dick against his lips.]
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[ Just kidding! Viktor is his own biggest hater, so he would not be surprised if Dodger called this whole thing off. If he's stubborn, then perhaps Viktor could see him persevering through it all.
But Viktor's skin feels exactly as it looks. Cold, metallic, hard as metal with splits in the metal looking sinew that allow for a soft purplish like to escape from beneath his skin. His cock is no different. Its appearance does hold the same properties as the rest of his body. Viktor might feel a buzzing beneath his skin as Dodger presses his mouth against the outline of his cock. Those calloused fingers drawing up some associations to someone else is enough to get a short, muted inhale of breath out of Viktor.
His hand will come up once more this time to rake itself through Dodger's hair, and Viktor watches in an almost experimental kind of way. ]
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After a bit more teasing, he carefully pulls down Viktor's underpants, and his eyes sharpen with a sort of scientific focus when he finally gets to see that cock. It's rare for mutations to affect this area, but not something he hasn't seen before - and it's always exciting when he gets the chance to get up-close with one. But he doesn't go straight for it, instead running his lips over the skin at its base, licking along its underside and finally taking just the head into his mouth. And if he got a good reaction from warming Viktor's thighs earlier, he'll try it again now, heating any metallic bits of skin with his tongue.]
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The heat that blooms on his thighs does make the purple light that dances beneath his skin blossom to life, and Viktor even stiffens for a moment because that heat is something he can actually feel for a brief moment. There is a soft sigh from him once he feels Dodger's tongue run its course along the base and underside of his cock.
The application of heat certainly gets his attention as he closes his eyes ever so briefly, hand tightening in Dodger's hair. He has never tried applying a steady use of temperature before when it came to this body.
He supposed it would make sense for heat, something that tempers and makes metal malleable, to have some effect. But the significance of such effects is even eye-opening to him. Perhaps he might try electricity next to see if it produces any similar sensations next time? ]
That is good. You are doing well. [ As if Dodger needed any more encouragement!! ]
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It does explain why Viktor thought this was worth betting on. For whatever reason, his skin can't feel much, although the heat seems to be helping. Dodger lowers his head, bobbing a few times experimentally... but that comment makes him comes back up immediately.]
Clearly I'm not. [His gaze sweeps over Viktor's face, searching for... something. There's not quite concern in his expression, more like an analytical interest in solving the problem.] I can get rougher, if you think that'll help.
[He can suck harder, or bite him, or turn his heat up higher. It's been a while, but he has been with mutants who couldn't feel much and they tended to turn into real masochists.]
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Viktor's sigh is airy, breathy, as he leans back further into the chair. ]
It gives me somewhere to start, variables to work with. So despite our lack of results efforts, you are. I am a hard case, as I have warned you previously. [ Just a touch amused as he says that. ]
The heat...that helped. Perhaps trying again with a higher index could prove useful.
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Alright. We can try that.
[He isn't sure how to feel about treating it like a scientific study. But he doesn't mind, exactly. So he goes back in, seeking out one of those veins of metal with his tongue and heating it again. Slowly, watching for a moment where he gets a real reaction out of him - whether from pleasure or pain - and ready to stop immediately if he ends up going too hot. But he isn't afraid to hit a temperature that would normally burn, if he needs to.]
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It continues for a while as Viktor can feel that desire and heat swell within him, between his legs, the familiar feeling of pleasure welling up inside of him as his cock responds ever so slightly.
You don't deserve this. Is what the voices inside his head from his suit or just from his own self-deprecation are saying to him now as he watches Dodger's head bob between his legs. He worries his lip before a hexcorized hand delves into Dodger's hair again before tugging him away. His expression flushed, lips parted ever so slightly as he pants, but there's a look of uncertainty in those eyes of his. ]
I-I think we have seen the futility of it. [ Viktor is a lying liar who lies, but he also doesn't want to come undone in front of this man. Those words reverberate through his mind as he shifts in his seat. ] This is more than enough.
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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.]
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[ He gives Dodger a look as if he's staring right through him for a second or two. His eyes flash an angry color of red. ]
I am not...wimping out, as you have put it. [ Another huff as he pulls on Dodger's hair again, a bit more insistent. ]
I do not think this is a good idea. [ It's the wavering in his voice that makes him genuinely concerned. He's not sure what will happen with his powers if he does this with Dodger. He doesn't want to accidentally invade his mind or do something that might cause harm to the other man. ]
We should stop here, for now. I. I apologize. [ Viktor doesn't really care what this makes him seem like to the other man. It's imperative that he not lose control, and that's really all that matters. The doubts and the second guesses are also enough to cause him to waver. ] Another time, perhaps.
[ If this doesn't put Dodger off completely, which Viktor would certainly understand. ]
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It doesn't occur to him that powers would be the problem. Mostly because he has decent control over his own powers and generally wants powers to crop up during sex. But that leaves him at a loss. He was clearly doing a good job, so he can't blame himself, just something nebulous making Viktor afraid to get too into things. His gaze keeps sweeping over Viktor's body, as if the answer would be written somewhere on his skin.]
It's fine. It happens.
[He thinks.]
Next time. In the meantime... thanks for the date, I guess.
[He's checking his Watch, because... he genuinely isn't sure if that counts enough to get a card. But he sure would love to at least get that. Between that and the furrowed brow he's probably coming off as a jackass, but he doesn't notice or particularly care.]