[ There's a sense of relief when Dodger doesn't say anything else. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it the side. He isn't thinking, or he's trying not to think. At least he's become accustomed to giving into fleshly pleasures -- Ragnar hadn't shied away from that in the least.
He sucks in a breath when the other's mouth is over him through his pants. He reaches to push his head slightly. ]
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He sucks in a breath when the other's mouth is over him through his pants. He reaches to push his head slightly. ]
Not that.