Fuck off. I’m not here for your entertainment, asshole
[The last time he went along with this shit he ended up not getting to follow through on all the nasty sexting that went on, so he’s reluctant to get disappointed again. Or worse, blue balls.]
That's not what you led me to believe. The fuck kind of conman are you, anyway? That's just fucked up.
[He knows if he pulls something like that other time and agrees to let Dodger top, he's going to keep doing that shit over and over, and Lester is not having it.]
I don’t want a goddamn instruction manual. I want you to get over here so I can figure this shit out. There has to be some fucking middle ground because I’m not letting you fuck me again like last time.
So poof yourself in here and stop wasting my time.
[He understands that there must be a reason why Dodger is dodging him on this, but he wants to know why, or otherwise he doesn’t want to talk about it at all.]
How do you know you don't like it until you try it?
[He's partially on his back, arms and elbows propping him up while he's texting Dodger. Lester doesn't expect him to teleport right in while the front of his jeans are open and his dick is out like he was about to jerk it to Dodger's stupid texts.]
The fuck? Can't you knock, jesus.
[For a second he sits up, wondering if he should cover up, but on second thought this was that guy's fault. He could deal with it himself. Since Dodger wants to show up on his bed, he might as well put him to good use. Lester leans forward to kiss him while he tugs him down, but it's only an excuse to get him to open up so he can slip fingers in his mouth and drag his head downward.]
Say ah.
And how am I too good to bottom when you're the one that won't put out??
[Dodger's eyes narrow slightly, because it only takes him two seconds to put those dots together, but then Lester is kissing him and touching him and shoving his head down and he seems to instinctively submit to the demand.
His mouth is around Lester's cock, tongue sliding over the tip, before he catches himself and pops his head back up to scowl indignantly.]
I put my dick out, you were plenty happy with it the first time.
[And his gaze is just... darting down to Lester's dick, and back at his face, because there's thirst there but he doesn't want to go down (ha) without a fight.]
[For a second, just the briefest second, he thinks Dodger might actually do what he's told without a fuss, but up comes his head and Lester is screaming on the inside.]
You're delusional. I settled because you said you don't bottom. I tolerated you inside me, don't get that shit twisted.
[And he was sore after because 1) he doesn't do that shit because he hates it 2) dodger HAS NO CHILL AND DOESN'T UNDERSTAND SLOW DOWN OR GO SLOWLY AFTER A CERTAIN POINT.]
I fucking hate you. [It sucks because if it's his only option he'd take it again and complain the whole fucking time all over again.] Why can't you let me try. Just one time.
[He's grinning when Lester proclaims his hate, but there's a twitch in his expression at that question. A single second of nervous tension, before the smile drops. For a moment he considers just blowing him to shut him up. But instead he considers it, and his gaze darts over Lester's face as if sizing him up.]
Because you'd get yourself hurt. [His gaze darts again, nervously.] Besides, like I said, everything's got a price. I'm not putting out for free.
[Lester notices the change in expression, but isn't sure what it means. Hopefully it means his roommate might be considering it.]
What, are you going to break my dick? I think it'll manage just fine. [As far as payment goes, he's not hear that. He's never and will never pay for sex. Lester hopes he's never that desperate, and also he doesn't have any money here.]
It's not for free. You're returning the favor. Come on. You'd love it.
[He puts his arm around Dodger's hips to bring him forward, closer, so he can set his hands on his ass and press his face to his stomach, biting at the skin there.] You know you want to know what I feel like.
[He flinches for a moment, but he lets Lester pull him in closer, and he shivers at the bite and the hands on his ass. There's a memory worming its way in of how good it had felt with Hawke, how he'd gotten off so embarrassingly easily-
-but Hawke could turn his powers off, and his man can't. It won't work, but fuck if Dodger doesn't want it to.]
I know what you'll feel like, it's just like everyone else. [He huffs, and yet he's settling into this, running his fingers hesitantly along Lester's scalp.] If it's returning the favor then you suck me off first. Do something to earn it.
[He leaves a couple marks behind then reaches a hand up to slide under Dodger's shirt to run a thumb over his nipple idly. Maybe if he's extra nice the guy might throw him a bone. Specifically not the one in his pants.]
No you don't. You've never fucked a guy with bones laced with metal, I know you haven't. [Because there were like what, two or three of them in existence ever? He's absolutely not going to suck his cock, so when he feels warm fingers on the back of his head he turns his face away. He doesn't know why but he feels like he's close to getting Dodger to agree.]
Fine, what about just my tongue? Or my fingers. Give me something.
[He sucks a breath in when Lester start messing with his nipple, but immediately shoves his hand away. By itself it's not awful - fucking fantastic, actually - but he's already having enough trouble keeping Hawke out of his head without thinking of the last time he'd gotten attention on his chest.]
You're that fucking desperate, but you won't make a deal for it...
[There's a growl in his voice, but he's at a clear disadvantage. Already hard and aching, the taste of cock on his lips, the memory of bottoming for Hawke fresh in his mind.]
...Are you expecting me to lay down and let you, or are you gonna take what you want?
[Finally, there's a challenge rather than a refusal. There had been something missing in his time with Hawke, and if anyone will give him that sense of danger it's Bullseye. For as long as that can last.]
[Desperate? He would never admit to that, but he makes a sound in the back of his throat like a hum of approval that he was right. He's not making a fucking deal.]
Fucking finally. [He'll take dubious consent over none at all any day. Lester puts his hands down Dodger's pants to pull them down and off, shoving him onto his back on the mattress so he can settle between his thighs. He doesn't have lube so he sort of just lets his cock rest at his roommate's hole, rubbing his tip against it while he leans down to kiss him properly.]
I knew you'd come around. [Lester moves between Dodger's legs, his tongue giving a few passes over his cock out of respect then carries on to do as he promised, tonguing his hole. As nice as it might have been to fuck Dodger without anypreoaration, he knows there's a reason the man's anxious about it so going slow to loosen him up seems wiser so he won't change his mind.]
[He lets out a quiet grunt as he's knocked backward, his pants ripped off and a cock pressed against his ass. At first he freezes, his chest heaving with the beginnings of panic, his lips tight against Lester's attempt at a kiss-
-and then Lester shifts, and he melts into the tongue against his cock. Almost enough to fully relax him before that tongue moves to his hole, and he tenses up a bit again. It's... a new feeling, he can't say he remembers if anyone's done it before. It might have happened while he was tripping balls. He's shocked by how good it feels, it's... easier, than the panic he's felt from previous attempts. If he closes his eyes, he can think about some sort of fucked-up alien creature and forget about the man between his legs.]
...Fffffffffuck.
[His voice is breathy, but his body is still tense and uncomfortable, his motions still flighty and unsure. Still, it's hard to hide that he's into it; he isn't quite moaning, but his hands are kneading at the sheets before long and he's letting out soft murmurs.]
[Lester is not stupid enough to not notice Dodger's reaction to having him hard and rubbing against his hole, and the way he resists kissing him back at first is curious too. Maybe it's worse than he thought. It might take longer to get the guy comfortable, but hopefully it wasn't a lost cause.
He wonders if Dodger hates this too? The scratch of his stubble against more sensitive skin? His hands prying his asscheeks apart to get better access to his hole. Dodger feels like he's getting hotter but it's hard to tell if it's from arousal or something else. Without warning he pushes his tongue inside him, as deep as it can go using lots of saliva to get him wet.
Sure he was hard before, but now his dick is getting jealous and wanting in on the action.]
[On cue, Dodger sucks in a breath with a quiet hiss, and his body heats up suddenly in a panic. It isn't enough to burn him, but enough to feel as thought Dodger is running a high fever. His breath is quiet but audible, and he has to take a moment to calm himself down before he can try and cool his skin.
It only works by a few degrees. It's better than nothing. And well, at least he's comfortable enough to reach down and stroke himself while Lester's working on it. He can focus on the pleasure and not on the memories, or the panic, or anything else that doesn't belong.]
Fuck, do- [He hesitates, growling with a moment of frustration.] -do that again.
[The sudden change in temperature doesn't register right away. Almost like when you put your hand on something hot and it takes a split second for your body to communicate OUCH to your brain and then send the ouch back to your hand so you pick it up? It feels like that, but with his tongue. And it hasn't reached OUCH levels it. Just noticeably hot like coffee that's cooled down for a while.
Whatever it is, it's not enough to get him to stop though he does focus around the rim of his hole rather than trying that again. Taste buds are great and he'd like to keep his from getting singed off.
But then Dodger asks him, in that sweet fucking tone, to do it again. He does, but one of his hands move from his roommate's ass to grab his cock instead, stroking him lazily while he slips in his tongue again. Just because he's garbage as a human doesn't mean he can't make Dodger feel safe and in good hands. Even if it's just so he can fuck him after, Lester can be trustworthy.
Besides, if he doesn't do this right, he doubts Dodger would let him try again.]
[Dodger lets his hand fall from his cock when Lester's takes its place, and he arches his hand with a quiet moan as the man starts stroking and tonguing him at the same time. It isn't much, but it's just the right amount that he can handle it without the overwhelming panic.
But he can't get off like this, and he doesn't want to go slow. After a few more moments of this he lets out a quiet growl, and motions vaguely at wherever his pants ended up.]
You're going too slow, use- [He clears his throat, shaking off the moan that had worked into his voice.] -use your fingers. There's... lube, in my pockets. Somewhere.
[Figuring out the right balance of what was acceptable vs what would probably trigger Dodger's defense mechanism was going to be tricky, and was clearly going to take time.
It kind of annoys him to be taking direction from Dodger even doing something he knows he's good at, but Lester's able to see that he doesn't have a choice. Dodger doesn't have control over his temperature when he's not calm, and that's why Lester can't fuck him. It clicks in his brain then. Dodger might have mentioned it before, but he hadn't listened to most of what the guy said that first time they met.
So, like the obedient manservant he's starting to feel like, he draws away for a second to search through discarded pants for the lube, impatiently getting it onto his fingers while his cock is wondering when it'll be his turn to play. Lester rubs a finger over Dodger's hole carefully, making sure he's not overheating before he pushes it in.]
Don't know if it'll help with anything, but I won't hurt you. [Unless he asks him to, obviously.]
[He takes the moment where Lester is searching for lube to drag his shirt off, fully exposing himself and accepting that yeah, this is happening. Accepting that he wants it to happen. All he's left in are that sun-charm necklace that's always under his clothes, and the gauze wraps around his wrists.
And then those fingers are playing with his ass, and his breath catches in his throat, his skin heating and then flashing dangerously hot at the exact moment Lester starts pushing into him. Burning as much as hot tea, not enough to cause serious damage but enough to startle.]
Never said I didn't want you to.
[He grips the sheets and smoke wisps through his fingers, as he tries again to cool himself down. There's lust in his eyes, a certain lack of focus and a blush to his cheeks, and he would fucking hate to watch the man back down now that it's becoming very clear why Dodger can't do this.]
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what are you wearing?
[He walked through the suite to teleport into his room. He probably saw Lester on the way. He's just doing this to be a bitch.]
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I’m not here for your entertainment, asshole
[The last time he went along with this shit he ended up not getting to follow through on all the nasty sexting that went on, so he’s reluctant to get disappointed again. Or worse, blue balls.]
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SIGH.]
look, everything's got a price.
if you want to fuck, let's strike a deal.
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That's just fucked up.
[He knows if he pulls something like that other time and agrees to let Dodger top, he's going to keep doing that shit over and over, and Lester is not having it.]
I'm listening.
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look, if you want to top, you have to think of something that makes it worth my time. i'm not just gonna hand you an instruction manual.
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I don’t want a goddamn instruction manual. I want you to get over here so I can figure this shit out. There has to be some fucking middle ground because I’m not letting you fuck me again like last time.
So poof yourself in here and stop wasting my time.
[He understands that there must be a reason why Dodger is dodging him on this, but he wants to know why, or otherwise he doesn’t want to talk about it at all.]
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[But here he goes, teleporting into Lester's room. Actually, teleporting directly onto his bed, although it takes two trips.]
I'm not gonna frot you every time just because you're too good to bottom.
[Also he might... already have a boner, and that might be why he was texting in the first place.]
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[He's partially on his back, arms and elbows propping him up while he's texting Dodger. Lester doesn't expect him to teleport right in while the front of his jeans are open and his dick is out like he was about to jerk it to Dodger's stupid texts.]
The fuck? Can't you knock, jesus.
[For a second he sits up, wondering if he should cover up, but on second thought this was that guy's fault. He could deal with it himself. Since Dodger wants to show up on his bed, he might as well put him to good use. Lester leans forward to kiss him while he tugs him down, but it's only an excuse to get him to open up so he can slip fingers in his mouth and drag his head downward.]
Say ah.
And how am I too good to bottom when you're the one that won't put out??
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His mouth is around Lester's cock, tongue sliding over the tip, before he catches himself and pops his head back up to scowl indignantly.]
I put my dick out, you were plenty happy with it the first time.
[And his gaze is just... darting down to Lester's dick, and back at his face, because there's thirst there but he doesn't want to go down (ha) without a fight.]
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You're delusional. I settled because you said you don't bottom. I tolerated you inside me, don't get that shit twisted.
[And he was sore after because 1) he doesn't do that shit because he hates it 2) dodger HAS NO CHILL AND DOESN'T UNDERSTAND SLOW DOWN OR GO SLOWLY AFTER A CERTAIN POINT.]
I fucking hate you. [It sucks because if it's his only option he'd take it again and complain the whole fucking time all over again.] Why can't you let me try. Just one time.
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Because you'd get yourself hurt. [His gaze darts again, nervously.] Besides, like I said, everything's got a price. I'm not putting out for free.
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What, are you going to break my dick? I think it'll manage just fine. [As far as payment goes, he's not hear that. He's never and will never pay for sex. Lester hopes he's never that desperate, and also he doesn't have any money here.]
It's not for free. You're returning the favor. Come on. You'd love it.
[He puts his arm around Dodger's hips to bring him forward, closer, so he can set his hands on his ass and press his face to his stomach, biting at the skin there.] You know you want to know what I feel like.
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[He flinches for a moment, but he lets Lester pull him in closer, and he shivers at the bite and the hands on his ass. There's a memory worming its way in of how good it had felt with Hawke, how he'd gotten off so embarrassingly easily-
-but Hawke could turn his powers off, and his man can't. It won't work, but fuck if Dodger doesn't want it to.]
I know what you'll feel like, it's just like everyone else. [He huffs, and yet he's settling into this, running his fingers hesitantly along Lester's scalp.] If it's returning the favor then you suck me off first. Do something to earn it.
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No you don't. You've never fucked a guy with bones laced with metal, I know you haven't. [Because there were like what, two or three of them in existence ever? He's absolutely not going to suck his cock, so when he feels warm fingers on the back of his head he turns his face away. He doesn't know why but he feels like he's close to getting Dodger to agree.]
Fine, what about just my tongue? Or my fingers. Give me something.
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You're that fucking desperate, but you won't make a deal for it...
[There's a growl in his voice, but he's at a clear disadvantage. Already hard and aching, the taste of cock on his lips, the memory of bottoming for Hawke fresh in his mind.]
...Are you expecting me to lay down and let you, or are you gonna take what you want?
[Finally, there's a challenge rather than a refusal. There had been something missing in his time with Hawke, and if anyone will give him that sense of danger it's Bullseye. For as long as that can last.]
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Fucking finally. [He'll take dubious consent over none at all any day. Lester puts his hands down Dodger's pants to pull them down and off, shoving him onto his back on the mattress so he can settle between his thighs. He doesn't have lube so he sort of just lets his cock rest at his roommate's hole, rubbing his tip against it while he leans down to kiss him properly.]
I knew you'd come around. [Lester moves between Dodger's legs, his tongue giving a few passes over his cock out of respect then carries on to do as he promised, tonguing his hole. As nice as it might have been to fuck Dodger without anypreoaration, he knows there's a reason the man's anxious about it so going slow to loosen him up seems wiser so he won't change his mind.]
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-and then Lester shifts, and he melts into the tongue against his cock. Almost enough to fully relax him before that tongue moves to his hole, and he tenses up a bit again. It's... a new feeling, he can't say he remembers if anyone's done it before. It might have happened while he was tripping balls. He's shocked by how good it feels, it's... easier, than the panic he's felt from previous attempts. If he closes his eyes, he can think about some sort of fucked-up alien creature and forget about the man between his legs.]
...Fffffffffuck.
[His voice is breathy, but his body is still tense and uncomfortable, his motions still flighty and unsure. Still, it's hard to hide that he's into it; he isn't quite moaning, but his hands are kneading at the sheets before long and he's letting out soft murmurs.]
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He wonders if Dodger hates this too? The scratch of his stubble against more sensitive skin? His hands prying his asscheeks apart to get better access to his hole. Dodger feels like he's getting hotter but it's hard to tell if it's from arousal or something else. Without warning he pushes his tongue inside him, as deep as it can go using lots of saliva to get him wet.
Sure he was hard before, but now his dick is getting jealous and wanting in on the action.]
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It only works by a few degrees. It's better than nothing. And well, at least he's comfortable enough to reach down and stroke himself while Lester's working on it. He can focus on the pleasure and not on the memories, or the panic, or anything else that doesn't belong.]
Fuck, do- [He hesitates, growling with a moment of frustration.] -do that again.
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Whatever it is, it's not enough to get him to stop though he does focus around the rim of his hole rather than trying that again. Taste buds are great and he'd like to keep his from getting singed off.
But then Dodger asks him, in that sweet fucking tone, to do it again. He does, but one of his hands move from his roommate's ass to grab his cock instead, stroking him lazily while he slips in his tongue again. Just because he's garbage as a human doesn't mean he can't make Dodger feel safe and in good hands. Even if it's just so he can fuck him after, Lester can be trustworthy.
Besides, if he doesn't do this right, he doubts Dodger would let him try again.]
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But he can't get off like this, and he doesn't want to go slow. After a few more moments of this he lets out a quiet growl, and motions vaguely at wherever his pants ended up.]
You're going too slow, use- [He clears his throat, shaking off the moan that had worked into his voice.] -use your fingers. There's... lube, in my pockets. Somewhere.
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It kind of annoys him to be taking direction from Dodger even doing something he knows he's good at, but Lester's able to see that he doesn't have a choice. Dodger doesn't have control over his temperature when he's not calm, and that's why Lester can't fuck him. It clicks in his brain then. Dodger might have mentioned it before, but he hadn't listened to most of what the guy said that first time they met.
So, like the obedient manservant he's starting to feel like, he draws away for a second to search through discarded pants for the lube, impatiently getting it onto his fingers while his cock is wondering when it'll be his turn to play. Lester rubs a finger over Dodger's hole carefully, making sure he's not overheating before he pushes it in.]
Don't know if it'll help with anything, but I won't hurt you. [Unless he asks him to, obviously.]
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And then those fingers are playing with his ass, and his breath catches in his throat, his skin heating and then flashing dangerously hot at the exact moment Lester starts pushing into him. Burning as much as hot tea, not enough to cause serious damage but enough to startle.]
Never said I didn't want you to.
[He grips the sheets and smoke wisps through his fingers, as he tries again to cool himself down. There's lust in his eyes, a certain lack of focus and a blush to his cheeks, and he would fucking hate to watch the man back down now that it's becoming very clear why Dodger can't do this.]
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cw: blood
also cw: dodger being a freak
cw: blood is lube now ig
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leeeet's dooo the tiiiimewaaaarp agaaaaiiin
dances furiously
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