[Apparently, even psychopaths can fall into a boring rut. But Ivar isn't about to let things get too boring between them, lest Dodger try and leave him. Of course, they both know the only way that would happen is if Dodger left in a body bag.
One brilliantly blue eye opens up at the simultaneous feeling of Dodger's hands on his skin and the cold steel of a knife at his throat. There's a smirk hovering around his throat. Hmmm, he's getting a little slow if Dodger was able to sneak up on him that well. One hand comes up to Dodger's face, running over his scars lovingly before tightening an ironclad grip around his throat. Can't let his boyfriend get too complacent now and think that he can start walking all over him.]
[He lets out a contented sigh at the fingers on his scars, and then a quiet hiss at the hand gripping his throat. This close together, basically spooning, Ivar will be able to feel Dodger's dick hardening just a bit at the pressure and the promise of violence.]
Figured you'd appreciate it. [He presses the knife in enough to run lightly over Ivar's skin, not enough to cut but enough to flirt with the idea.] Christmas is coming up, I got you some presents.
[He can feel Dodger growing hard against him and it pleases the Viking greatly. He's not one much for blowjobs, and really anyone who lets Ivar near their anatomy when he's got anything sharp nearby (including his own teeth) is taking a big risk, but for the sake of the holidays he'd be glad to give Dodger one.
He perks up immensely at the mention of presents, every inch the excited child rather then the fearsome Viking warlord who skinned people alive for fun. He really did love getting presents. He rolls his eyes when Dodger asks if he knows what Christmas is. Sometimes, it is a touch aggravating being involved with an alternate universe version of someone that he already knows.]
Yes, I know what Christmas is. A nice little bastardization of the Norse tradition of Yule. Ours is much better anyway. More drink, drugs, and sex involved. Which I'm sure you would prefer your holiday to include as well.
[He grins, returning the nips and capturing Ivar's lips in a bruising kiss. Finally he lowers the knife, shifting Ivar onto his back so Dodger can straddle his lap - carefully holding himself just above Ivar's legs, so as not to crush him. That knife is going under Ivar's shirt, trailing along his muscles before Dodger cuts that shirt down the middle and exposes his chest.]
Anyway, drinks, drugs and sex were pretty much my plan for today. [He leans down to kiss Ivar again, and now the knife presses in to cut a long and shallow line down Ivar's chest.] Figured we should celebrate like real hedonists.
[Ivar growls and snaps just a little bit as Dodger takes control, but he's nowhere near ready to start fully fighting back. He trusts Dodger, perhaps a little too much given the other man's nature, but he has to trust someone here or risk going crazier then he already is.]
I knew there was a good reason I loved you.
[The words spill out more easily now then at the beginning of their strange courtship. It's true. Practice made all things easier with time, even emotions.
The lust crosses over Ivar's face as Dodger makes the first cut, the look in his eyes becoming hot and heavy. He dips a finger in the blood and lets it soak onto his fingertip before bringing it up to his mouth to lick it off slowly with his tongue.]
[He snickers quietly, grinning at the look of lust in Ivar's eyes. He's so fucked up, they both are, and it makes it so easy to feel comfortable around him.]
You're gonna fuck it up.
[He shoos Ivar's hand away, leaning down to kiss Ivar again and lap at the blood that smeared on his lips. And then the knife twists, tracing more and more lines until he's built a complex rune out of the cuts. His eyes are on Ivar's, watching for those perfect little twitches in his expression.]
[Ivar watches with anticipation that almost makes him giddy as Dodger carves into him with precision. He doesn't move, instead enjoying the endorphins that come with the pain and the sight of the blood that starts to spill out all over the place. He's also getting hard form the action alone and does move his hand downwards so that he can jerk himself off while Dodger finishes up the carving.
He looks down at the rune once it's finished and the sight of it is what finally gets him off. He comes with a loud cry. Wiping his hand off, he reaches up, dragging Dodger down towards him.]
'Courage in battle', eh? You picked a good one. [He runs his fingers sensually through Dodger's hair, down his chest, and then heading for his dick.] Let me show my appreciation.
[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.]
[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.]
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Date: 2019-12-21 07:19 am (UTC)One brilliantly blue eye opens up at the simultaneous feeling of Dodger's hands on his skin and the cold steel of a knife at his throat. There's a smirk hovering around his throat. Hmmm, he's getting a little slow if Dodger was able to sneak up on him that well. One hand comes up to Dodger's face, running over his scars lovingly before tightening an ironclad grip around his throat. Can't let his boyfriend get too complacent now and think that he can start walking all over him.]
What a morning greeting.
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Date: 2019-12-21 12:07 pm (UTC)Figured you'd appreciate it. [He presses the knife in enough to run lightly over Ivar's skin, not enough to cut but enough to flirt with the idea.] Christmas is coming up, I got you some presents.
[A pause.]
You know what that is, yeah?
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Date: 2019-12-22 06:29 am (UTC)He perks up immensely at the mention of presents, every inch the excited child rather then the fearsome Viking warlord who skinned people alive for fun. He really did love getting presents. He rolls his eyes when Dodger asks if he knows what Christmas is. Sometimes, it is a touch aggravating being involved with an alternate universe version of someone that he already knows.]
Yes, I know what Christmas is. A nice little bastardization of the Norse tradition of Yule. Ours is much better anyway. More drink, drugs, and sex involved. Which I'm sure you would prefer your holiday to include as well.
[He nips at Dodger's lips playfully.]
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Date: 2019-12-22 10:47 am (UTC)[He grins, returning the nips and capturing Ivar's lips in a bruising kiss. Finally he lowers the knife, shifting Ivar onto his back so Dodger can straddle his lap - carefully holding himself just above Ivar's legs, so as not to crush him. That knife is going under Ivar's shirt, trailing along his muscles before Dodger cuts that shirt down the middle and exposes his chest.]
Anyway, drinks, drugs and sex were pretty much my plan for today. [He leans down to kiss Ivar again, and now the knife presses in to cut a long and shallow line down Ivar's chest.] Figured we should celebrate like real hedonists.
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Date: 2019-12-29 05:16 am (UTC)I knew there was a good reason I loved you.
[The words spill out more easily now then at the beginning of their strange courtship. It's true. Practice made all things easier with time, even emotions.
The lust crosses over Ivar's face as Dodger makes the first cut, the look in his eyes becoming hot and heavy. He dips a finger in the blood and lets it soak onto his fingertip before bringing it up to his mouth to lick it off slowly with his tongue.]
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Date: 2019-12-30 10:47 pm (UTC)[He snickers quietly, grinning at the look of lust in Ivar's eyes. He's so fucked up, they both are, and it makes it so easy to feel comfortable around him.]
You're gonna fuck it up.
[He shoos Ivar's hand away, leaning down to kiss Ivar again and lap at the blood that smeared on his lips. And then the knife twists, tracing more and more lines until he's built a complex rune out of the cuts. His eyes are on Ivar's, watching for those perfect little twitches in his expression.]
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Date: 2020-01-01 02:42 am (UTC)He looks down at the rune once it's finished and the sight of it is what finally gets him off. He comes with a loud cry. Wiping his hand off, he reaches up, dragging Dodger down towards him.]
'Courage in battle', eh? You picked a good one. [He runs his fingers sensually through Dodger's hair, down his chest, and then heading for his dick.] Let me show my appreciation.
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Date: 2020-01-01 07:03 am (UTC)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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Date: 2020-02-06 07:54 am (UTC)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.]