[Forward-Dated to 1/16] Happy birthday, asshole. [Open]

[smokedout]

who: Jamie Dodger and YOU!
what: Birthday celebrations and birthday moping
when: January 16th
where: Various places around the city.
warnings: Jamie Dodger. (suicidal thoughts/acts, sex, violence, foul language, etc etc all possible.)

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(prompts are below!)

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A few bottles hit the floor as Dodger's bent over the table, thankfully not breaking and just rolling out of the way. Dodger himself lets out a breathless laugh, one that turns into a playful sort of moan as Ragnar grinds up against him and he leans back against him in response.

"Mmm.." He purrs, shivering at the feeling of Ragnar's tongue, "Please, Ragnar... fuck me."

His face his burning red, but at least his skin is still a human temperature, if a little warm. The humiliation alone of speaking like this has him shaking with anticipation, adoration almost dripping from his words.

[storradr]

Tilting his head, he nudged his nose over Dodger's ear as he idly dragged his teeth in a light bite over Dodger's temple, rock hard and pushing into the back of Dodger's thigh. He didn't make Dodger wait any longer, pushing the finger he'd been teasing him with in slowly, the saliva seeming to more than do the job. Perfect. The last thing Ragnar wanted to do was stop for a moment to get oil.

Ragnar ground his hips forward with a quiet growl, trying to keep his thoughts straight when all he could think about was how much he actually wanted to do exactly what Dodger had asked for. The memory of the sting from Dodger panicking and burning him felt like it was getting foggier. But if Dodger did panic, he would have a hard time getting back in the mood and pushing his concern aside. Patiencepatiencepatience.

Tugging Dodger's hair, he forced him to twist slightly, just enough so that their lips could meet in a heated kiss, Ragnar like a fire that wanted to consume everything. Pressing his tongue into Dodger's mouth, he pressed a second finger into him at the same time, keeping his steady rhythm, fingers curling, wanting to make Dodger come undone, wanting to hear his name yelled out in pleasure.

[smokedout]

The panic is rising up in him again, but this time it's slow enough that he can quell it by gripping onto the counter, wincing when the wood buckles under his fingers. He's still shivering with pleasure, and lets out a moan as his lips open to welcome Ragnar's tongue. A moment later he has to break off, just to catch his breath while he lets out another needy moan, before he clumsily reaches up to catch Ragnar's hair and pull him back into the kiss.

His temperature is fluctuating, heating up and then lowering again as he struggles to keep it under control. Oddly, it seems to get easier as he relaxes into the pleasure of it, making himself focus on Ragnar and not on the memories this act brings up. This man is what matters - he's the only thing that matters.

"Fuck, Ragnar..." he groans softly, shivering and letting out a sultry yelp when Ragnar hits just the right spot. "Fuck!"

[storradr]

He groans into Dodger's mouth when he's tugged back into the kiss, returning it enthusiastically. There was definitely a growing feeling of need and desperation behind it, kissing him harder.

He was vaguely aware of the heat, but oddly it was usually when Dodger was cooling himself down that he finally realized the spike in temperature had been Dodger's doing and not just the heat of the moment and their bodies. No burns yet. At least, not that he had noticed. Maybe afterwards he'd find a few.

"Louder," He broke the kiss to breathe the words huskily in Dodger's ear, nipping his jaw, "I want to hear you. I want everyone to hear you."

He pressed back into the kiss like it was physically impossible to stay away, groaning and determined to find that spot again, to hit it over and over until Dodger lost control.

[smokedout]

At Ragnar's command he nods, almost dazed, and shivers before moaning much louder as Ragnar's fingers hit that spot again. His face is deep red, blushing all the way up to his ears, and now his temperature has evened out until it's barely noticeable shifts. Dodger is panting like a dog, groaning and yelping each time that spot is brushed again, keening Ragnar's name loudly enough that there's no doubt his neighbors are disturbed.

Someone downstairs starts banging the ceiling to get them to shut up, and Dodger just lets out a breathless laugh in answer, leaning back to capture Ragnar's lips again before he comes with the viking's name on his lips, stumbling against the counter and struggling to regain his breath. The expression on his face is pure bliss and delight.

[storradr]

Ragnar half panted, half laughed when Dodger's downstair neighbor had heard him enough that he was banging and yelling at them. It was perfect.

He pressed into the kiss, struggling to breathe but refusing to break the kiss until Dodger does. He thrust his fingers into him through his climax, slowing to a stop before easing his fingers out of him. He leaned over, biting Dodger's shoulder as he jerked himself off. He'd been close just being pressed up against Dodger and hearing him moaning and shouting his name, so it only took moments before he was following suit, much more quietly than Dodger had.

He slumped over him as he caught his breath, nudging his nose into Dodger's hair.

"Good?" He hummed almost dotingly. It was one word, but it encompassed a few questions ranging from 'were you okay with that?' to 'would he consider that good birthday sex?'.

[smokedout]

"Fucking perfect..." He purrs in response, still panting heavily.

He doesn't move for several moments, and when he finally does he just slips in a controlled fall onto the floor. There he properly kicks off his pants - not like he needs them, and just sits there watching Ragnar with a look of unbridled adoration.

"I woulda sucked you off if you didn't get yourself off..." He muses, leaning back against the counter and closing his eyes with a deep breath, "Wash your hands before you do anything else, yeah? And use soap."