[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.
[ Athelstan looks confused and surprised when Dodger refused. He can't move him even with all his strength but he stops trying immediately when dodgers hand goes to his throat again.
Its too warm. He can remember how he'd burned his wrist and his stomach twists with a sense of dread. He can't say that dodger is wrong. He dropped his hands away from him, curling back into the bed. His breath is heavy and he does his best to act like this doesn't scare him. ]
[He gives him a hard look, before his skin cools and he grips Athelstan's shoulder instead, holding him steady as he picks up the pace of his hips to just get this over with. He isn't enjoying it anymore, it's his pride that keeps him from letting the man go before he's come.
He's far from caring about any of this. Not Athelstan's safety, or happiness, not Ragnar finding out about it, not even his own satisfaction. He just wants the night to be over. And as soon as he's spilled himself into the priest he pulls out with a ragged breath, rolling over onto his back and giving Athelstan a hard shove.]
There. I got off. So get out.
[He's still holding back the urge to set the priest on fire, if he speaks again. But he's also decided not to tell him about the trap that will spring when he opens the door - he can suffer for pissing Dodger off, like everyone else.]
[ Athelstan looks anywhere but at Dodger when he holds his shoulder, the pace of his thrusts picking up. Athelstan didnt dare tell him to stop again and it feels like too long before its over.
He doesn't have any time to collect himself at all. And luckily or not his own arousal had already died. He moves to quickly dress.
He doesnt say a word as he makes what for the door to leave. ]
[Dodger does think to speak up when Athelstan turns the knob, but... no. The toxin will be good for him, anyway. Maybe it'll clear his head.
When the knob is turned, something that sounds like a rope being pulled tight can be heard, and a moment later two glowing darts shoot out toward Athelstan, at about waist-height. He might dodge them if he has his wits about him enough... if not, he'll be spending the next hour in a state of hallucinogenic paranoia, and while the effects will lessen they won't be completely gone for several hours after.]
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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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Its too warm. He can remember how he'd burned his wrist and his stomach twists with a sense of dread. He can't say that dodger is wrong. He dropped his hands away from him, curling back into the bed. His breath is heavy and he does his best to act like this doesn't scare him. ]
Don't.
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He's far from caring about any of this. Not Athelstan's safety, or happiness, not Ragnar finding out about it, not even his own satisfaction. He just wants the night to be over. And as soon as he's spilled himself into the priest he pulls out with a ragged breath, rolling over onto his back and giving Athelstan a hard shove.]
There. I got off. So get out.
[He's still holding back the urge to set the priest on fire, if he speaks again. But he's also decided not to tell him about the trap that will spring when he opens the door - he can suffer for pissing Dodger off, like everyone else.]
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He doesn't have any time to collect himself at all. And luckily or not his own arousal had already died. He moves to quickly dress.
He doesnt say a word as he makes what for the door to leave. ]
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When the knob is turned, something that sounds like a rope being pulled tight can be heard, and a moment later two glowing darts shoot out toward Athelstan, at about waist-height. He might dodge them if he has his wits about him enough... if not, he'll be spending the next hour in a state of hallucinogenic paranoia, and while the effects will lessen they won't be completely gone for several hours after.]