[This time he doesn't stop the punch; he almost welcomes it, even when he sees it coming a mile away. Athelstan's knuckles collide with his jaw, bruising his bottom lip, and he just ends up laughing quietly.]
What, did I hit a nerve?
[It barely bothers him - this man isn't a fighter, it shows even in the way he holds his fist. And even without that, Dodger is confident in his own ability to destroy him if he's convinced to take this seriously.
No, he'll just laugh it off and lean up enough to balance himself on his elbows.]
If you're gonna play the part of a jealous wife, at least you could throw a decent punch.
[ Dodger is infuriating. Athelstan doesn't think that he's ever had someone crawl under his skin and enrage him like this. He doesn't know what to do with such anger. He can't find the strength to turn the other cheek metaphorically.
In truth, while Athelstan had become rather skilled at fighting with shields and axes... fist fighting is not his forte, especially not when fueled by emotions that he doesn't know how to control and reign to his advantage -- not to mention that his opponent also has some unfair advantages to top it all off.
He does launch himself at Dodger, though, his hands going for his neck and it's foolish. Even as he does it he knows that he's being stupid but a part of him really doesn't care. ]
[It's almost cute - like getting attacked by a frustrated pet. Dodger doesn't miss a beat, grabbing onto Athelstan's throat before he can reach him and rolling them over, pinning him down onto the bed again and cutting off his air. Mostly to make sure he stays quiet while he's speaking.]
I want to make this clear. I don't care if you've got something going on with Ragnar. That's not going to stop me from fucking him. If you want something changed, bring it up with him. But don't make me coddle you if you're not gonna have the decency to suck me off while I do it.
[He loosens his grip then, just enough to let Athelstan breathe again, and leans down so that their bodies are flush against one another, their breath mingling.]
I gave you a chance to leave. You're the one who came here. You're the one that stayed. So don't blame anyone but yourself for whatever happens tonight. Alright?
[ Athelstan still didn't manage to see it coming, not until he can't breathe and he's pinned beneath Dodger again. He doesn't face any of the sensations in his body, trying to focus on the lack of oxygen, one of his hands pulling at Dodger's fingers like he could pry them away. None of it's particularly helpful in the least.
He's sucking in harsh breaths, when his throat is released. The other's words had sobered him, if only a little. The anger turning more inward to himself. It always should have been brought up with Ragnar but he's too afraid of what answers he might receive, insecure that he's not able to satisfy Ragnar, that he's not enough.
There's no arguing with Dodger, not on this. ]
I hate you. [ Congratulations, this is his first hate confession. ]
[Dodger glances down, and his eyes catch the cross around Athelstan's neck. Looking back up, meeting his eyes, he picks the charm up and smirks lazily.]
If you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.
[He presses a kiss to the symbol, content that he's soiled it with unholy lips, and then drops it so that it hits Athelstan's face on the way down. All the while his body has started moving, slowly working his hips against Athelstan's just enough to tease him with the occasional shift of fabric. He wants the satisfaction of the monk coming to him, more than anything.]
[ The words feel twisted and wrong coming from Dodger's lips, though he can't fully comprehend why at the moment, maybe it's their current state. It feels like blasphemy and he almost takes it off once it hits his face and then settles back down. It's a reminder of his shaken faith, even more shaken now when he can't muster forgiveness, can't turn the other cheek. If he could manage it he'd kill Dodger but he can't seem to even hurt him.
He can't hurt him even a little, even though the other's hips are sinful and each movement had been noticed, his body all too eager to respond. He turned his head to the side, searching for anything to focus on that isn't Dodger's face even as he doesn't try to stop what he knows is happening.
He should stop it, but he's still thinking about Ragnar talking to Dodger about him, being okay with this? Did he want Dodger to do this, is that it? Did he want Athelstan to be more experienced? At some point his hips start to press up, wanting more than just the teasing. ]
I'll take my chances in not forgiving you. [ Even if so much of it is his own fault. ]
[Dodger's hips move up a bit, guiding Athelstan to follow him until it can't be denied that he's grinding back. The smile that Dodger gives him is surprisingly gentle, even playful. Something he'd liked seeing on Ragnar and had tried to emulate a bit.]
Then don't forgive me. [One of his hands grips the back of Athelstan's hip, bringing attention to it now that they're locked in that sultry motion and pulling him closer.] No one's asking you to talk to me, or about me, after tonight. We can just keep this between us, yeah?
[ Athelstan feels unsettled by the smile but then again nothing about this should comfort him or relax him. He gives a slight nod. He doesn't think that means dodger not telling Ragnar but it didn't seem like it mattered any longer. Or at least it only matters to Athelstan.
He bites down on his bottom lip as the other grips his hip their bodies closer and he hates himself too for wanting this. Though, maybe more accurately in a way he's using Dodger too because he did want Ragnar to want him this way. ]
[That's as much consent as he feels he needs. Dodger just lets out a snicker, and presses his lips to Athelstan's neck instead. If the priest's done talking... well, Dodger was done talking before he got here.
Slowly, Dodger starts to shift lower, reaching to pull Athelstan's shirt up and motioning for him to finish getting it off. His lips trail along the older man's chest, down his belly, until he's pressing playful kisses along the edge of his pants, and then dipping down further to mouth at him through the fabric.]
[ 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. ]
[He pulls down Athelstan's pants, struggling a bit to get them off properly before he leans up to take his own shirt off. For the first time since they met Athelstan will get a proper view of Dodger's body; old knife scars, a satanic symbol tattooed on one side of his chest, some sort of rune carved into the other by a blade, and two necklaces glinting in the moonlight - one a silver sun, the other a golden heart locket. He pauses, as if expecting the man to want a moment to appreciate the view, before unbuckling his own pants.]
[ Athelstan lifts his hips to try and help the other get his pants off.
He studies the other's body once the shirt was off. The symbol doesn't mean much to him, none of it does really. The scars are curious but he doesn't ask. He doesn't want Dodger to talk after all and he doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to know anymore about Dodger than he does already. ]
[Now properly naked, he leans over him to fish through his nightstand, grabbing hold of a bottle of lube and wetting his fingers. He understands by now that Athelstan doesn't want his affection, but it's for his own enjoyment that he presses a kiss to his lips as he unceremoniously begins teasing his entrance, pressing two fingers in at once when he thinks he's properly distracted.]
[ Athelstan doesn't mind the kiss now. He kisses him back because kissing is definitely better than talking and maybe it would be weird to do neither. He doesn't really know.
There's a sharp inhale when the fingers tease at him and he's relaxed when he presses them in. It's easier now, a lot easier than it had been that first time. His hips roll up slightly, encouraging. ]
[He smirks at the encouragement, and it isn't long before Dodger's lazy excuse for prepping him is replaced by his cock, pushing into him slowly to let him adjust to the size. All the while he continues to press kisses to his lips, his jaw and his throat, just as slow and deliberate to keep his mind off of it.'
Oddly enough, Dodger is just as slow and gentle as he had been during their first encounter; possibly more so since he isn't rushing through to get to his next big thrill of the night. His focus is on making Athelstan feel good, making sure that he doesn't end up hurt, and adjusting the angle from time to time to see if he can get a better reaction out of him.]
[ Athelstan's hands are curled into the bed below him as the other presses into him. He exhales heavily when the other's lips move lower. He swallows heavily but he focuses on relaxing even if the other's trying to distract him it's difficult to think about anything else or to not think at all.
He doesn't expect the gentleness, not after attacking Dodger multiple times, after the harsh words. But it feels good and Dodger manages to draw a sharp moan that came out louder than he'd want as pleasure spread through his body, arching into his thrust more. It's at that point that he wants to touch him but he feels awkward, it's enough pleasure to keep his thoughts from overtaking him at least. ]
I don't know what to do with my hands. [ He finally murmurs, not knowing what Dodger likes, not really knowing what anyone likes. He hadn't had to think so much when it came to Judith. His hands had been pretty busy. ]
[His hips slow a bit, as he takes a moment to think about what to give him to do. Getting scratches would be nice, but feels out of place in a slow fuck like this... but hell, it might get some of Athelstan's frustration out.]
Dig your nails into my back, and run them down toward my hips. Hard. [He mutters the command against Athelstan's lips.] Or put them in my hair. Your choice.
[Ragnar likes both of those things, so they seem like good habits to start with him in any case.
And he knows he shouldn't be talking, but he adds:] You doing alright?
[ Athelstan hesitates over the instructions. The hair would be easier but it feels too initmate too him. He doesn't want to touch dodger like that. He lifts his hands to place them on his back.
It takes him a moment and his nails don't dig in until hes talking again. He struggles not to sound too breathy when he answers. God he's so frustrated that this can feel good. The guilt creeps in again even when he thinks ragnar approved of this. Maybe he did want a video... ]
[He'd been frustrated by outside sources, but he has nothing against Athelstan. The man's annoying, but harmless in the grand scheme of things. It's hard to be properly upset when he's getting his dick wet regardless.]
Besides... the last thing I want is to hurt one of Ragnar's things.
[He leans down and bites down on Athelstan's collarbone, careful not to leave a mark... some part of him considers that leaving a few signs of tonight might prompt them to talk things out but again, it's not his problem. He doesn't want to be involved.]
Do you bitch at him too, when he's trying to fuck you? [He lets out a huff.] This isn't about him, none of it is. I'm trying to do something nice for you, fuck.
[ Athelstan feels angry and confused and the bite doesn't help the mix of feelings brewing beneath the surface. ]
Get off. [Athelstan says, the hands on his back move arpund to his chest to try to push him away. He didn't want dodger to do something nice. He didn't really want this. Bringing up ragnar only made it worse. ]
[Dodger moves a hand back to Athelstan's hip and steels himself, so that pushing against him feels very much like pushing against a stone wall. He doesn't know how Ragnar puts up with this man... but he supposes if he can deal with all this flip-flopping, that explains why he handles Dodger so patiently.]
No. [He grumbles, fed up with the mixed signals and with having to get dragged into this argument over and over again. His other hand grips Athelstan's throat, not choking him but definitely heating up uncomfortably.] Be quiet and I'll be quiet, but I already gave you a chance to back out. If you keep complicating this I'll burn your throat. And I'll make sure to leave a mark.
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What, did I hit a nerve?
[It barely bothers him - this man isn't a fighter, it shows even in the way he holds his fist. And even without that, Dodger is confident in his own ability to destroy him if he's convinced to take this seriously.
No, he'll just laugh it off and lean up enough to balance himself on his elbows.]
If you're gonna play the part of a jealous wife, at least you could throw a decent punch.
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In truth, while Athelstan had become rather skilled at fighting with shields and axes... fist fighting is not his forte, especially not when fueled by emotions that he doesn't know how to control and reign to his advantage -- not to mention that his opponent also has some unfair advantages to top it all off.
He does launch himself at Dodger, though, his hands going for his neck and it's foolish. Even as he does it he knows that he's being stupid but a part of him really doesn't care. ]
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I want to make this clear. I don't care if you've got something going on with Ragnar. That's not going to stop me from fucking him. If you want something changed, bring it up with him. But don't make me coddle you if you're not gonna have the decency to suck me off while I do it.
[He loosens his grip then, just enough to let Athelstan breathe again, and leans down so that their bodies are flush against one another, their breath mingling.]
I gave you a chance to leave. You're the one who came here. You're the one that stayed. So don't blame anyone but yourself for whatever happens tonight. Alright?
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He's sucking in harsh breaths, when his throat is released. The other's words had sobered him, if only a little. The anger turning more inward to himself. It always should have been brought up with Ragnar but he's too afraid of what answers he might receive, insecure that he's not able to satisfy Ragnar, that he's not enough.
There's no arguing with Dodger, not on this. ]
I hate you. [ Congratulations, this is his first hate confession. ]
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If you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.
[He presses a kiss to the symbol, content that he's soiled it with unholy lips, and then drops it so that it hits Athelstan's face on the way down. All the while his body has started moving, slowly working his hips against Athelstan's just enough to tease him with the occasional shift of fabric. He wants the satisfaction of the monk coming to him, more than anything.]
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He can't hurt him even a little, even though the other's hips are sinful and each movement had been noticed, his body all too eager to respond. He turned his head to the side, searching for anything to focus on that isn't Dodger's face even as he doesn't try to stop what he knows is happening.
He should stop it, but he's still thinking about Ragnar talking to Dodger about him, being okay with this? Did he want Dodger to do this, is that it? Did he want Athelstan to be more experienced? At some point his hips start to press up, wanting more than just the teasing. ]
I'll take my chances in not forgiving you. [ Even if so much of it is his own fault. ]
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Then don't forgive me. [One of his hands grips the back of Athelstan's hip, bringing attention to it now that they're locked in that sultry motion and pulling him closer.] No one's asking you to talk to me, or about me, after tonight. We can just keep this between us, yeah?
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He bites down on his bottom lip as the other grips his hip their bodies closer and he hates himself too for wanting this. Though, maybe more accurately in a way he's using Dodger too because he did want Ragnar to want him this way. ]
Do you have to keep talking right now?
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Slowly, Dodger starts to shift lower, reaching to pull Athelstan's shirt up and motioning for him to finish getting it off. His lips trail along the older man's chest, down his belly, until he's pressing playful kisses along the edge of his pants, and then dipping down further to mouth at him through the fabric.]
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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.
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What do you want, then?
[This should be good.]
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Anything else.
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[He pulls down Athelstan's pants, struggling a bit to get them off properly before he leans up to take his own shirt off. For the first time since they met Athelstan will get a proper view of Dodger's body; old knife scars, a satanic symbol tattooed on one side of his chest, some sort of rune carved into the other by a blade, and two necklaces glinting in the moonlight - one a silver sun, the other a golden heart locket. He pauses, as if expecting the man to want a moment to appreciate the view, before unbuckling his own pants.]
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He studies the other's body once the shirt was off. The symbol doesn't mean much to him, none of it does really. The scars are curious but he doesn't ask. He doesn't want Dodger to talk after all and he doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to know anymore about Dodger than he does already. ]
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There's a sharp inhale when the fingers tease at him and he's relaxed when he presses them in. It's easier now, a lot easier than it had been that first time. His hips roll up slightly, encouraging. ]
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Oddly enough, Dodger is just as slow and gentle as he had been during their first encounter; possibly more so since he isn't rushing through to get to his next big thrill of the night. His focus is on making Athelstan feel good, making sure that he doesn't end up hurt, and adjusting the angle from time to time to see if he can get a better reaction out of him.]
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He doesn't expect the gentleness, not after attacking Dodger multiple times, after the harsh words. But it feels good and Dodger manages to draw a sharp moan that came out louder than he'd want as pleasure spread through his body, arching into his thrust more. It's at that point that he wants to touch him but he feels awkward, it's enough pleasure to keep his thoughts from overtaking him at least. ]
I don't know what to do with my hands. [ He finally murmurs, not knowing what Dodger likes, not really knowing what anyone likes. He hadn't had to think so much when it came to Judith. His hands had been pretty busy. ]
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Dig your nails into my back, and run them down toward my hips. Hard. [He mutters the command against Athelstan's lips.] Or put them in my hair. Your choice.
[Ragnar likes both of those things, so they seem like good habits to start with him in any case.
And he knows he shouldn't be talking, but he adds:] You doing alright?
Oops
It takes him a moment and his nails don't dig in until hes talking again. He struggles not to sound too breathy when he answers. God he's so frustrated that this can feel good. The guilt creeps in again even when he thinks ragnar approved of this. Maybe he did want a video... ]
Do you actually care?
he just wanted in on this good action
[He'd been frustrated by outside sources, but he has nothing against Athelstan. The man's annoying, but harmless in the grand scheme of things. It's hard to be properly upset when he's getting his dick wet regardless.]
Besides... the last thing I want is to hurt one of Ragnar's things.
He is too pure for this
I am not a thing. [ he stopped being property a long time ago. ]
He does not own me.
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[He leans down and bites down on Athelstan's collarbone, careful not to leave a mark... some part of him considers that leaving a few signs of tonight might prompt them to talk things out but again, it's not his problem. He doesn't want to be involved.]
Do you bitch at him too, when he's trying to fuck you? [He lets out a huff.] This isn't about him, none of it is. I'm trying to do something nice for you, fuck.
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Get off. [Athelstan says, the hands on his back move arpund to his chest to try to push him away. He didn't want dodger to do something nice. He didn't really want this. Bringing up ragnar only made it worse. ]
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No. [He grumbles, fed up with the mixed signals and with having to get dragged into this argument over and over again. His other hand grips Athelstan's throat, not choking him but definitely heating up uncomfortably.] Be quiet and I'll be quiet, but I already gave you a chance to back out. If you keep complicating this I'll burn your throat. And I'll make sure to leave a mark.
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