[He'll feel those burns later, but Christian thinks that this isn't the worst thing that could happen. He didn't expect anyone to just show up today and say that they wanted to fuck him out of the blue, and it has been a long time. He arches his back as the fingers trace over his skin, a moan escaping him as he undoes the fly of his jeans and straddles Dodger's thighs, leaning forward to give him a brief, affectionate kiss.]

Is it science? It feels like magic. The way I think dragons might have felt at one point.

[He smiles lazily, one hand threading fingers through Dodger's hair to ruffle it.]

I'm sort of surprised you see me at all. I'm not used to this much attention.