[There's a twitch of something, an urge to hit the bed or burn him, startle him into behaving the way that Dodger wants. But scaring him won't get them anywhere and it certainly won't make Theon enjoy this. His expression flickers a bit, showing a hint of guilt that disappears as quickly as it surfaces.
He glances away for a second, and his movements slow to a grinding speed.]
Move your hips. Arch your back a bit. And look at me. [He hesitates before adding,] I can't tell if it feels good to you, you have to shift around until it does.
[ In all liklihood scaring Theon would probably be more effective than anything else. He wants this to be over with. Dodger isn't hurting him like Ramsay had but it still doesn't feel good, not like how he thinks sex should feel but how could it ever feel like that again?
Theon almost feels sorry for himself but there's a constant reminder that he deserves this and everything that came after including Dodger. ]
I don't want to. [ Theon mutters, but he looks at Dodger. ] No amount of shifting around is going to change things. Are you that dense?
[The insult prickles at his skin; he's used to unenthusiastic partners but he had a reputation back home, and isn't used to being taken lightly. He worked hard for people to give him what he wants instead of risking his temper.]
You really don't want to piss me off right now, Greyjoy. [His voice is a bit strained now, half from trying to restrain his frustration, and half because he's getting very close to the edge.] Fuck it... just shut up until it's over.
[Dodger's pace picks up again, and he lifts Theon's hips a bit more to thrust deeper into him. If he just loses himself in it, he can think of it as just another body, and ignore the rejection until this is over. His skin heats up across his body, and when he comes the sensation is definitely much warmer than it should be. More than that, one of his hands made it to a spot just above Theon's ass, leaving a burnt handprint that might just end up bring permanent.
He takes a moment to catch his breath before pulling out, and sitting back to watch the man.]
I’m not afraid of you. [ Theon mutters but he doesn’t argue either. He stays quiet as Dodger shifts his body, pressing deeper. He ignores everything as much as he can, he doesn’t think too much, he focuses on pushing Reek away from the forefront of his mind. He barely notices when that almost something sensation comes now and then as dodger fucks him.
It’s impossible not to feel the temperature shift, though. He can’t think too much about Dodger’s cock when pain flares on his back. He thinks he can smell the burn but he’s not sure but it hurts. Not as bad as flayed fingers but it still hurts. He curses quietly, despite himself and hed be lying to say that the flicker of fear hasn’t returned.
He shifts away immediately the moment Dodger pulled out. He feels weak and he feels humiliated now that it’s over. ]
You’ll leave me alone now?
[ Is Dodger a man of his word? He is shifting to make a grab for his pants to cover himself, ignoring the burn on his back. None of this means anything is what he’ll try to convince himself of. ]
[It takes a few moments to catch his breath, but he nods as he gets to his feet. Getting his clothes on isn't a huge priority, and he takes his time gathering them and dressing himself while he watches Theon carefully. There was a spark of fear just there, at the end. Despite himself, he's drawn to that like a bee to honey. But he made his deal.]
Sure.
[He'll leave him alone, as long as he can manage. Once he's dressed he looks Theon over one last time.]
Find some aloe for that burn. They leave nasty scars.
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He glances away for a second, and his movements slow to a grinding speed.]
Move your hips. Arch your back a bit. And look at me. [He hesitates before adding,] I can't tell if it feels good to you, you have to shift around until it does.
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Theon almost feels sorry for himself but there's a constant reminder that he deserves this and everything that came after including Dodger. ]
I don't want to. [ Theon mutters, but he looks at Dodger. ] No amount of shifting around is going to change things. Are you that dense?
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You really don't want to piss me off right now, Greyjoy. [His voice is a bit strained now, half from trying to restrain his frustration, and half because he's getting very close to the edge.] Fuck it... just shut up until it's over.
[Dodger's pace picks up again, and he lifts Theon's hips a bit more to thrust deeper into him. If he just loses himself in it, he can think of it as just another body, and ignore the rejection until this is over. His skin heats up across his body, and when he comes the sensation is definitely much warmer than it should be. More than that, one of his hands made it to a spot just above Theon's ass, leaving a burnt handprint that might just end up bring permanent.
He takes a moment to catch his breath before pulling out, and sitting back to watch the man.]
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It’s impossible not to feel the temperature shift, though. He can’t think too much about Dodger’s cock when pain flares on his back. He thinks he can smell the burn but he’s not sure but it hurts. Not as bad as flayed fingers but it still hurts. He curses quietly, despite himself and hed be lying to say that the flicker of fear hasn’t returned.
He shifts away immediately the moment Dodger pulled out. He feels weak and he feels humiliated now that it’s over. ]
You’ll leave me alone now?
[ Is Dodger a man of his word? He is shifting to make a grab for his pants to cover himself, ignoring the burn on his back. None of this means anything is what he’ll try to convince himself of. ]
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Sure.
[He'll leave him alone, as long as he can manage. Once he's dressed he looks Theon over one last time.]
Find some aloe for that burn. They leave nasty scars.
[And with that, he disappears.]