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[4/25/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] *Garrett arrives in Boston, and Dodger picks him up from the hospital. Later they discuss CBT.
[5/26/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] Coyote contacts Garrett, warns him about Dodger, and offers a few resources if he needs an escape.
[5/28/21 - DAY 2 (4/26)] Garrett and Dodger argue about Dodger refusing to defuse his door bombs. Later, Dodger tries bottoming and Garrett gets a chastity device.
[6/22/21 - DAY 3 (4/27)] Garrett earns his way out of the cock cage with knifeplay. Dodger leaves afterward and comes back bruised and bloody.
- Dodger carves a protection rune into Garrett's chest.
- Dodger bottoms again, featuring post-orgasm torture.
[7/16/21 - DAY 4 (4/28)] *Garrett wakes Dodger up with sex. Dodger is a big bossy brat and proceeds to prematurely ejaculate.
- Dodger tries to answer his phone mid-sex.
- They argue about adopting out the dogs.
- Dodger introduces the demon fleshlight. It spirals into violent, bloody sex.
- They have an after-sex feelings jam, and softer aftercare sex.
[8/3/21 - DAY 17 (5/11)] Garrett blindfolds Dodger and tops him to handle the frustration of being caged.
- Dodger starts up a struggle for dominance halfway through, and wins.
- Afterward, Dodger teases Garrett briefly before they have sex in the shower.
- Garrett safe-words during sex, and they pivot to softer (?) sex in bed, before Dodger locks Garrett in the closet overnight.
[8/4/21 - DAY 15? (5/9)] Garrett meets Marina, and introduces her to Max.
[8/19/21 - DAY 18 (5/12)] Dodger wakes Garrett up with gender-swapped sex, although he really overshot the 'kink' factor of the closet.
- They talk briefly about Garrett's new apartment, and Dodger changes the subject by inviting him on a coffee date.
- Garrett gets restless, and Dodger takes him on an impromptu trip into rural Mass. On the way Garrett heals Dodger's wrist scars.
- Dodger screws Garrett against the hood of a rental car he stole at gunpoint.
[9/2/21 - DAY 20 (5/14)] Garrett and Coyote talk about job-hunting, and Coyote updates him on Marina and Max.
[9/14/21 - DAY 21 (5/15)] Dodger pushes Garrett into gender-swapping, so he can take her out to dinner and be lovey in public.
- Dodger starts fingering Garrett under the table during dinner, and slips in a little of his feeder kink.
- They screw in the car on the way home, and keep going at home. Dodger tries out tail-fucking Garrett.
[10/6/21 - DAY 29 (5/23)] Garrett sees texts from Jason on Dodger's phone, and they argue after both taking truth serum.
- They discuss Garrett's suicide, and Dodger shares his fears about it. They also talk about therapy for Dodger.
- They argue about Dodger's drive to keep Garrett locked away for his own safety. Garrett leaves to move into his new apartment.
- Garrett texts Coyote the next morning to talk about possibly working for Dana's group.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] Garrett meets Dana, they briefly discuss his new job and then go off to spar together.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] *Garrett and Dodger sext to smooth over the rough night before.
- Dodger agrees for Garrett to meet his friends, and talks a bit about them and his role at Atlas.
- Garrett doms Dodger, until Dodger uses his safeword.
- They discuss the sex contract again, and get worked up enough to go back to screwing.
[11/12/21 - DAY 57 (6/20)] Dodger takes Garrett on a plane ride to meet Augustine in New York.
[AUGUSTINE - 1/17/22 - DAY 57 (6/20)] *Dodger and Garrett meet up with Augustine, who feels Garrett up before dismissing her for their business meeting.
- Afterward, Augustine catches them being cute at the hotel bar.
- They meet up with Scotty and Jazzlyn at a fancy Chinese restaurant.
- Dodger has to step out after Scotty and Jazzlyn leave, leaving Garrett alone with Augustine.
- They go back to their hotel room, and have make-up sex with a vibrator involved.
- Garrett heals Dodger's back scars, and they talk about his tattoos. Garrett marks his territory.
[2/1/22 - DAY 58 (6/21)] Dodger and Garrett head home from New York, screw on a plane and then again at home.
[PALO - 2/11/22 - DAY 75-76 (7/8-7/9)] Dodger finally introduces Garrett to his friends, so they can do coke and play Poker.
- Palo corners Garrett to be territorial over Dodger.
- Dodger and friends start betting on who gets to use Garrett's mouth. Palo nearly kills Garrett, twice.
- The next morning, Dodger does his best to make up for the night before, with romance and foreplay.
- Dodger almost immediately ruins it by going fully overboard with 'kink'.
- Garrett gets his revenge by topping Dodger, and afterward they argue about Dodger not being able to admit he fucked up.
[BREAK-UP - 3/24/22 - DAY 83 (7/16)] Dodger takes Garrett out to eat, but gets interrupted by a run-in with Dana.
[3/29/22 - DAY 80 (7/13)] Dodger and Garrett get into an argument over text, after which Dodger gets drunk and rapes him.

*Nipple Piercing Conversation Counter: 4

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The funny thing about it is that Garrett manages to maintain his wits quite well when he's the one in charge. If he's the dominant one in a scene, he's really good at staying sharp and thinking quick, whether he's giving or taking. But when someone else takes charge of him? All the blood rushes from his head, and if he's being really properly pushed around, he gets... dumb. Easy to control. Sometimes he'll be in a bratty mood, unruly and hard to handle, but when it hits right, he gets ditzy and doe-eyed like this.

Like this: moaning low as Dodger's tight body envelopes his cock, slick and hot and gloriously intense. Shivering from throbbing waves of pain and pleasure both, rising as Dodger sinks down onto him. His hands go to the other man's hips, guiding him, gripping softly while Dodger fucks himself down slowly, short little claws barely coming out to dig unthreateningly into the raw bruises on Dodger's ass.

And fuck, it's hot to see Dodger lap up his blood like that. Garrett draws in a shaking breath and sighs, "You feel so good. You like making me bleed, don't you?"

He can still remember the lust in Dodger's voice when he asked do you want to bleed for me? so many months ago.

Dodger lets out a shaky breath, nodding as he licks his lips.

"I love watching you bleed."

He doesn't care the cause. As long as there's blood in the air - his, Garrett's, anyone else's - it drives him crazy.

He runs his fingers over Garrett's chest, scratching the skin softly and groping him at random just to appreciate every inch of him. He loves taking charge of Garrett, the thrill of having such a beautiful specimen looking up at him like there's nothing else in the world. He could do anything he wanted to Garrett, and that's a heady notion.

"Keep playing with that nipple. I want to see it dripping with blood."

He slowly starts to rock his hips, carefully figuring out a rhythm to ride him with. He's done it before, recently even, but his muscles are still not used to the motion. He belatedly lets go of his cock, letting it fall against Garrett's stomach while his hand goes to Garrett's other nipple. To twist, pinch and abuse.

"Dig your fingers in harder." He breathes, digging his own claws in lightly, "I want it to hurt."

Garrett shakily moves his hand to his chest, retracting his claws and gingerly toying with his aching nipple while choking down gasps of pure pain. It makes for an intense contrast with all that pleasure, especially with Dodger riding him too erratically to get properly distracted by a rhythm.

Then the pain ramps up, pinching and twisting and claws digging in, and Garrett knows he has no choice. With shaking fingers he pinches a little harder, trying hard to push past his hesitation to abuse the injured flesh. It fucking hurts, but he knows that's the point.

"Okay," he nods, wincing from the feeling of squeezing and slowly pinching himself where he's still raw and bleeding. There's more blood, forced out by the steady pressure, and his eyes slip shut from the intense sensation.

Edited 2021-11-05 22:42 (UTC)

"That's it..." Dodger hisses, letting his claws slowly pierce the nipple he's playing with, while his eyes are locked on Garrett's fingers. "Fuck, that's good."

His hips move faster, and his hand moves instead to Garrett's throat. Probably for the best, he's moving too much to play with that nipple safely. His breath picks up, slow and ragged.

"I want to rip you open." He purrs, slowing just long enough to lean down and capture Garrett's lips.

Garrett's mouth falls open with a grunt of pain that crests into a shaking groan. It hurts, both sharp and deep, spilling blood across his chest in little beads and trickles. Luckily, Dodger only torments him for a moment before returning to their old favorite: his throat. From the way Garrett arches his back, it's not clear whether he's reacting to the pleasure of Dodger's body or leaning into the familiarity of Dodger's hand.

He doesn't get a chance to respond to that little bit of crazy. Not before lips cover his, sharing breath in a kiss that Garrett opens up for immediately, hungry as his own hand and his lover's body draw needy little sounds from him.

Dodger leans back up and scratches his claws across Garrett's chest, shallow enough to let the blood bead without dripping. His hand stays firm on the man's throat, choking him softly while Dodger pants and moans.

He knows he's getting a little unhinged. It's the blood in the air, filling his head and dulling his senses to anything else. And fuck, it looks so perfect on Garrett's skin.

"Pretty selfish of you to make me do all the work, isn't it?" He leans up again, giving Garrett a little room under his hips. "Come on, grab my hips and fuck me. We're not stopping until you make me come."

Any sound of pain (or pleasure) Garrett tries to make dies in his throat. All he can do at the sudden scratching is choke quietly under the man riding him. Choke and squirm, trembling lightly with the tightly-suppressed instinct to escape his suffocation.

Dodger is incredible like this, a beautiful creature of claws and heat and strength that Garrett can't keep his eyes off of. So of course when he demands more, Garrett has to comply. He has to grab Dodger's hips, forcing his claws out like he knows Dodger wants, and lift him up with all the strength in his massive arms, then pull him down again while lifting his hips off the bed to meet Dodger's ass in a hard thrust.

Digging his heels into the mattress for leverage gives him an excuse to squirm a little more, which is good for the restlessness rising in him with every passing second without air. The longer Dodger chokes him the harder it is to endure, especially with the bracelet off, but he knows he has no recourse right now other than obedience. No matter how hard he moves, his head stays down under the impossible strength in Dodger's hand. All Garrett can do is fuck him, using more energy with every motion, worsening the tightness in his chest that aches for breath. His eyes go wide at the feeling - and the helplessness of being held down like this.

Dodger can feel the man struggling under him, and his wicked claws push out further just to revel in it. In the way Garrett's adam's apple bobs against his palm, the feeling of his claws digging into the man's neck on either side. And fuck, the perfect rhythm of his ass being filled, the claws gripping into his abused flesh.

"Fffuck..." He pants, finally catching himself and releasing Garrett's throat to grip his hair instead. "You feel amazing."

He still wants to choke him. But he's slowly starting to recognize when he's teetering on the edge, taking just a little too much risk. Instead he grips Garrett's hair hard enough to force his head back, so Dodger can pant against his lips and steal hungry kisses.

Claws sink into his neck, breaking the skin and making him bleed as he chokes and gasps fruitlessly for air. Despite his suffering he continues to fuck Dodger hard. Garrett has no choice but to obey this command with the knowledge that if he stops, Dodger will hurt him. It hurts, his lungs are burning, they're screaming for air, but all he has is his wide, desperate eyes to make his plea- his body has to obey.

Finally Dodger relents and air floods into his lungs so shocking that he gasps, back arching as his head reels, blood pounding, pleasure flaring up hot. The relief is so heady he can hardly think through his panting. Luckily, the rough hand in his hair grounds him by yanking his head back, sending sharp pain across his scalp that brings him back to Earth. Garrett moans and meets that kiss hotly, hardly able to speak but pouring his desire into hard kisses that have sharp teeth and deep, lusty sweeps of his tongue. It's all Garrett can do to keep moving Dodger over his cock while they kiss, it's all Garrett can do to try to occasionally steal a breath and dig his claws in for desperate anchor.

Dodger whines softly against Garrett's lips, moaning each time their teeth catch on skin. Biting or being bitten, both feel incredible. Dodger's free hand grips into the mattress, tearing through the sheets and deep into the foam.

There are words spilling out between kisses, but they're pure nonsense. Every combination of fuck, yes, keep going, harder, Garrett and some words that don't make it to intelligibility. His hips rock back in time to Garrett's thrusts, seeking harder and deeper thrusts no matter how roughly Garrett moves. His cock is aching, already riding closer to an orgasm, but he can't quite seem to reach it.

Garrett's head is spinning with dizzied euphoria, a high that has him flying even while lying here in bed. Every thrust feels incredible and every moan vibrates against his lips, fanning the flames of desire burning between them. He's probably saying things too, half-intelligible and all nonsense, things like fuck yes or Jamie or faster. It doesn't matter. It really doesn't. What matters is the odd love you or so good slipped in there, and the perfect way their bodies move together.

They keep going, harder and faster and more, Dodger's hand pulling his hair so hard it makes him see stars, still blissful from the oxygen flooding his brain. They go faster and harder until Garrett feels like he can't keep up, especially in this position, with how much Dodger seems to need.

When the high begins to dissipate, Garrett begins to notice how needy he is. The urgency driving him crazy as he frantically pursues the climax starting to curl in his stomach. In spite of the blood on his chest, he breaks the kiss to gasp, "Need a different position."

The break in the action pulls an involuntary whine from Dodger, but he nods once Garrett's words finally register properly. He's soaked in sweat, buzzing with the promise of a climax that's just barely out of reach, that he can already feel fizzling out bit by bit.

"On my back?" He offers, feeling dizzy and unable to think quite clearly.

"Yeah," he pants, running a quick pass of healing magic over his chest. Just enough that he won't actually drip blood. As much as he's sure that Dodger would love it, Garrett honestly wouldn't.

Then he pulls Dodger off his cock and rolls them both over, taking a spare quick second to grab a pillow and slide it under Dodger's hips. Then, cock in hand, Garrett lines himself up and drives in with a gratified moan. The freedom- oh, this is much better.

"Oh yeah," he sighs, pulling back and driving in hard. "That's more like it."

Enjoying his new leverage, Garrett looms over Dodger, hiking the man's legs up over his shoulders so he can fuck Dodger hard and fast, really properly losing himself in it. Losing himself in the desperate drive to push Dodger to orgasm, if only to relieve the urgency and desperation knotting in his balls and at the base of his spine.

Dodger lets out a little yip as he's flipped over, but he's far from caring about the indignance at this point. He feels painfully empty, and feeling Garrett's cock shove back into him brings a wave of relief.

His hands fall back against the mattress, framing his grinning face as he begs and moans for the older man. The new position lets Garrett ram into him hard enough that Dodger ends up seeing stars, and surprises himself with the sudden burst of euphoria that comes with his orgasm.

He comes barely a minute in, his skin feverish as he coats his own face with hot cum. Some of it ends up in his mouth, and he blinks in confusion as it sinks in what happened. If Garrett even gives him the chance to really process it.

It's barely a minute, but that's long enough for the agony of denial to really hit Garrett in earnest. By the time Dodger lets out that glorious moan and makes a mess all over himself, Garrett is gasping out broken, needy moans as he rides those waves of painful bliss.

Then Dodger finally comes, surprising them both with the force of it. Garrett's eyes go wide at the filthy, glorious sight, and he leans down to lick cum off of Dodger's cheek and collarbone. His hips are still moving, cock still driving in hard as he reaches desperately for something he isn't yet allowed to have.

"That was so fucking hot," he groans, shuddering deeply. "I need to cum. Fuck, I need it."

"Fuck," he winces softly, "You're gonna rip me in- half."

He almost doesn't want it to end. Even as his body becomes exhausted, his mind is chasing that high of Garrett slamming into him. Finally, though, it starts to hurt a bit. He catches Garrett's cheeks with his hands, and captures his lips before finally speaking.

"Come for me. I need it."

Dodger lets him suffer a little bit longer like that, pounding desperately while his moans grow more needy and pained with every thrust. Finally, though, his lover pulls him down into a kiss that tastes like cum, and Garrett actually moans at the filth of it almost enough to drown out what Dodger says next.

But there's no missing that. Garrett whimpers and cums almost immediately, hips stuttering and jerking out of rhythm as the orgasm raging inside him is finally allowed to crest, bursting electric up his spine as he shudders through waves of hot bliss.

Dodger lets out a large sigh as Garrett fills him up, and he sinks back into the mattress in a state of pure euphoria. His eyes close, and his hands slowly and blindly find Garrett's hair to pet.

"I love you." He pants, shakily moving his legs to press against Garrett's sides and be sure he stays close.

Garrett moans through his orgasm, his movements slowing to a few final thrusts before he lets Dodger's legs drop and sinks down on top of him, exhausted and sated.

"Love you too," he murmurs, turning his head slowly (so as not to discourage Dodger's petting) to brush his lips against Dodger's cheek. "Was that your first time coming hands free?"

"Yeah." He murmurs, still fighting to catch his breath. It seems like it should be harder with Garrett on top of him, but his chest easily moves the man in time with his breathing. "That was... fuck."

It's proven true for years now, that each time Garrett Hawke is in his bed Dodger discovers something new. It makes the man addictive, past his infatuation and obsession with keeping him close. He craves the experience of being constantly pushed past his limits.

"I wanna try it again. Some other time." He shifts a bit to meet Garrett's lips, soft and chaste. "I want you to ruin me."

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