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[ragnarsson]

"This is Ivar."

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[smokedout]

[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.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's hands are rough and scarred from a lifetime of use. Right now, they're also slick with cum and blood. He moves one over Dodger's dick with a lack of finesse, but at least it's made up for with enthusiasm.]

You do know how much I love attention from you.

[He was becoming a bit more used to the give-and-take their relationship had. Both of them were needy in their own ways, but Ivar had figured out when to give Dodger attention and when to request some for himself.]