Dodger's body heats up as Hector kisses him, as they struggle their respective clothing off and let it scatter on the floor. He moves on top of the musician, taking their cocks together in his hand and stroking them as one. He has to break their kiss to catch his breath, but he leans down to nip at Hector's jaw and neck.
"Fuck.." He hisses, and his breathing breaks up into a laugh, "You're so fucking cute, y'know that?"
He pauses then, about to say something else, but his brain catches up with him. At least, the part concerned with logistics. For the sake of it, though, he keeps that husky tone when he speaks.
He groans when Dodger takes hold of him. The broken kiss means his own breath is coming heavy. He moves to let Dodger bite at him, bring a hand up to the back of Dodger's neck.
And he laughs too, despite himself and breathlessly so.
"Cute. That one's new." And it feels more real that way.
But yeah, that puts a damper on things. He pauses, glancing around the room and idly stroking Hector while he thinks.
"Hold on."
He slides down the bed, pressing a kiss to Hector's hip before he sits up and fishes his pants off the floor. Somewhere in his pockets... yep, there it is. He crawls back to him with a small bottle, settling between his legs and running a hand affectionately over the younger man's side.
He hesitates for a moment, brushing the hair from Hector's face and kissing his lips. "You sure you're okay with this?"
He makes a faint noise to the kiss at his hip and sits up a little to watch Dodger. Part of it is simply watching the motion, basic curiosity, but once he's looking he can help but admire a little. It's still strange to think about, to find a desire in him that isn't fixed on the form of a woman.
His legs part a little when Dodger returns to him. He reaches a hand up to pull the man to him, kissing, and smiling into the gesture of brushed hair. This close though, it's hard to hide his expression and the way he fights not to make a face. It's a fair question to ask, and good that Dodger is thinking to ask these things.
"Dodger," He says softly, though the plaintive undertone remains. "I'm guilty, messed up, and confused. But that's not going away, I want you, you've been working me up for what has to be an hour, and I'm really, really..." He sighs. "Please. Just make love to me. I'm pleading with you."
The moment that Hector's expression shifts, Dodger's follows; there's a moment of nerves, wondering if he really did mess up. But.. no, he's just giving the man blue balls. And fuck, he can't help grinning.
"I love hearing you beg, though." He teases, slicking his fingers and rubbing them against Hector's entrance, "We could do better, though... like 'Dodger, please fuck me'."
He isn't expecting Hector to play along with that. Hell, he's really hoping it doesn't trigger anything. And as an apology, he makes sure to kiss the man while he's pressing the first finger into him.
He rolls his eyes but he can't help grinning too. Up until Dodger has him biting his lip.
He searches for something to do with his own hands, reaching up to entangle in Dodger's hair. The kiss is met eagerly but he still needs to catch a breath after.
"Dodger," He says, and for a moment it seems he's about to scold. But, pulling Dodger down, he whispers breathy in the man's ear. "Please fuck me."
Dodger hisses with pleasure, almost moans at the sound of Hector begging in his ear. His prep ends up a little rushed, but he keeps pressing breathy, desperate kisses to Hector's lips as he adds another finger and then a third, stretching him as roughly as he dares to.
"Fuck, Hector..." He finally does moan, but it's broken up by soft laughter, "That's so fucking hot."
He has to pause for a few moments, just to simmer back down because he's so fucking turned on he's almost shaking. He takes the moment to just kiss Hector, grope his ass and savor the taste of his mouth. When he finally pushes into him it's rushed and eager, pumping his hips until he manages to bottom out and then gripping Hector's hips to keep him close, giving them both a moment to adjust.
"What do you think..." He pants, tipping his head in that way that always warns that he's up to something, "Could you handle getting fucked hard and rough?"
He knows Hector likes it softer and that's... part of why he asks. It's another check-in, another reassurance, just masked a little better.
He hears that hiss, that near moan, can feel the falter in Dodger's movements and then the way he speeds up and he winces a little, but gasps too. He can't help it; he feels rather pleased with himself for having brought on such a reaction. When Dodger moans and laughs and praises him, he grins outright. His grin is crooked being half bleary with lust, but still, proud of himself.
So many of his own moans and noise have been lost between their kissing. But now, as Dodger grips him, as he feels that press, there's nothing to hide it and he groans loud. More, more, more, his body is stretched and then filled. Dodger, as he recalls, is hardly small, but somehow he takes it all as he knew he would. The rush of it makes his eyes water, but it's not so much that the pain eclipses all else. He's aware of the brilliant heat inside him and of the way Dodger grips his hips and he feels crazy for that sensation alone. He can't catch his breath, and it seems, neither can Dodger.
He thinks about that question. As much as he can while his head spins that is. He asks himself honestly.
"I can handle it," He decides. He doesn't know if it's because it will be happening to him and no one else, or even if it's what he'd really like, but he's intrigued by the idea and the way the thought sends a shiver through him despite the heat.
He decides to add, just to see what would happen; "Please."
If they're being honest he'd expected another falter, another moment where Hector couldn't quite follow his pace. His head swims with the feeling of Hector's body tight around him, and he nearly comes on the spot at the sound of that please
But he catches himself, gripping into the headboard until he hears it buckling a bit, thinking about boring conversations or tax laws or anything that will cool him back down.
He lets out a low moans as he finally starts to move. One hand grips into Hector's hip and the other slips up to grip his shoulder, but his first few thrusts are slow for his own benefit as well as Hector. He works himself up steadily, lifting Hector's hips up a bit so he has just the right angle.
He wonders if he's done wrong, hearing the headboard creak above him. He's still catching his breath and in that he waits for Dodger to start, his heart racing with the thrill of his own uncertainty.
And then at last, he's gripped. His moan joins Dodger's in a faint chorus. He's surprised but grateful for the slower build-up. His arms reach up for Dodger, to touch, to lock around his neck, whatever he can do. There's no rocking his own hips back while gripping like this, but he tries to help, shifting his body whatever way he can to give what Dodger's looking for. Until another moan rings louder than the last.
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"Fuck.." He hisses, and his breathing breaks up into a laugh, "You're so fucking cute, y'know that?"
He pauses then, about to say something else, but his brain catches up with him. At least, the part concerned with logistics. For the sake of it, though, he keeps that husky tone when he speaks.
"You got lube anywhere?"
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And he laughs too, despite himself and breathlessly so.
"Cute. That one's new." And it feels more real that way.
His smile slips then. He glances about the room.
"Uh... unless... you've left some before..."
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But yeah, that puts a damper on things. He pauses, glancing around the room and idly stroking Hector while he thinks.
"Hold on."
He slides down the bed, pressing a kiss to Hector's hip before he sits up and fishes his pants off the floor. Somewhere in his pockets... yep, there it is. He crawls back to him with a small bottle, settling between his legs and running a hand affectionately over the younger man's side.
He hesitates for a moment, brushing the hair from Hector's face and kissing his lips. "You sure you're okay with this?"
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His legs part a little when Dodger returns to him. He reaches a hand up to pull the man to him, kissing, and smiling into the gesture of brushed hair. This close though, it's hard to hide his expression and the way he fights not to make a face. It's a fair question to ask, and good that Dodger is thinking to ask these things.
"Dodger," He says softly, though the plaintive undertone remains. "I'm guilty, messed up, and confused. But that's not going away, I want you, you've been working me up for what has to be an hour, and I'm really, really..." He sighs. "Please. Just make love to me. I'm pleading with you."
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"I love hearing you beg, though." He teases, slicking his fingers and rubbing them against Hector's entrance, "We could do better, though... like 'Dodger, please fuck me'."
He isn't expecting Hector to play along with that. Hell, he's really hoping it doesn't trigger anything. And as an apology, he makes sure to kiss the man while he's pressing the first finger into him.
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He searches for something to do with his own hands, reaching up to entangle in Dodger's hair. The kiss is met eagerly but he still needs to catch a breath after.
"Dodger," He says, and for a moment it seems he's about to scold. But, pulling Dodger down, he whispers breathy in the man's ear. "Please fuck me."
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"Fuck, Hector..." He finally does moan, but it's broken up by soft laughter, "That's so fucking hot."
He has to pause for a few moments, just to simmer back down because he's so fucking turned on he's almost shaking. He takes the moment to just kiss Hector, grope his ass and savor the taste of his mouth. When he finally pushes into him it's rushed and eager, pumping his hips until he manages to bottom out and then gripping Hector's hips to keep him close, giving them both a moment to adjust.
"What do you think..." He pants, tipping his head in that way that always warns that he's up to something, "Could you handle getting fucked hard and rough?"
He knows Hector likes it softer and that's... part of why he asks. It's another check-in, another reassurance, just masked a little better.
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So many of his own moans and noise have been lost between their kissing. But now, as Dodger grips him, as he feels that press, there's nothing to hide it and he groans loud. More, more, more, his body is stretched and then filled. Dodger, as he recalls, is hardly small, but somehow he takes it all as he knew he would. The rush of it makes his eyes water, but it's not so much that the pain eclipses all else. He's aware of the brilliant heat inside him and of the way Dodger grips his hips and he feels crazy for that sensation alone. He can't catch his breath, and it seems, neither can Dodger.
He thinks about that question. As much as he can while his head spins that is. He asks himself honestly.
"I can handle it," He decides. He doesn't know if it's because it will be happening to him and no one else, or even if it's what he'd really like, but he's intrigued by the idea and the way the thought sends a shiver through him despite the heat.
He decides to add, just to see what would happen; "Please."
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But he catches himself, gripping into the headboard until he hears it buckling a bit, thinking about boring conversations or tax laws or anything that will cool him back down.
He lets out a low moans as he finally starts to move. One hand grips into Hector's hip and the other slips up to grip his shoulder, but his first few thrusts are slow for his own benefit as well as Hector. He works himself up steadily, lifting Hector's hips up a bit so he has just the right angle.
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And then at last, he's gripped. His moan joins Dodger's in a faint chorus. He's surprised but grateful for the slower build-up. His arms reach up for Dodger, to touch, to lock around his neck, whatever he can do. There's no rocking his own hips back while gripping like this, but he tries to help, shifting his body whatever way he can to give what Dodger's looking for. Until another moan rings louder than the last.