[Dodger goes notice him touching himself, and it puts a smirk on his face; he'd comment, but he'd hate for Ivar to stop. It's sort of.. cute. In its own way.]
Figured it suits you. [He snickers, folding his knife back up without bothering to clean it, and unbuckling his belt to help Ivar get access.] Oh, that good of a job, huh?
[While he's at it he's pressing a hand into the blood, lapping at his fingers but mostly smearing it over his mouth so he can get heady off of the smell. By the time Ivar's touching him, he's already rock hard from the blood and the sight of Ivar pleasuring himself.]
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Figured it suits you. [He snickers, folding his knife back up without bothering to clean it, and unbuckling his belt to help Ivar get access.] Oh, that good of a job, huh?
[While he's at it he's pressing a hand into the blood, lapping at his fingers but mostly smearing it over his mouth so he can get heady off of the smell. By the time Ivar's touching him, he's already rock hard from the blood and the sight of Ivar pleasuring himself.]