[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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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.]