[ To be fair, he's been all his before. But that probably seems like another world now. And then Squalo's rightful husband entered the scene and mixed it all up. ]
[ He's still there, but something between them seems to have broken. ]
[ Squalo doesn't know if he can repair it. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it either. Not right now. Not when for the first time in weeks there's fingertips dancing over his skin that feel just the right amount of hot, not when he can finally lash out back at him, not when he can feel wanted again. ]
[ Even better, the man in front of him seems to understand what an amazing honor he's been granted to have Squalo want him in return. ]
[ He follows along downward, resting one forearm against the back of the couch to partly trap Dodger's face beside it and leaning in to accept that kiss, a little sloppy and lazy but there's still enough force and teeth for it to feel somewhat rough. ]
[ He backs off a little just to laugh breathlessly against the other's lips as he slowly rolls his hips, making sure to grind down at just the right angle. He smears more of their mixed blood against Dodger's cheek with the tip of his nose in a brush that's almost gentle before he's back for more kissing with a bite to his bottom lip. His free hand traces down Dodger's side, pausing at his waist and slipping under his shirt somewhere near the arson mark because that's delicious irony. ]
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[ To be fair, he's been all his before. But that probably seems like another world now. And then Squalo's rightful husband entered the scene and mixed it all up. ]
[ He's still there, but something between them seems to have broken. ]
[ Squalo doesn't know if he can repair it. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it either. Not right now. Not when for the first time in weeks there's fingertips dancing over his skin that feel just the right amount of hot, not when he can finally lash out back at him, not when he can feel wanted again. ]
[ Even better, the man in front of him seems to understand what an amazing honor he's been granted to have Squalo want him in return. ]
[ He follows along downward, resting one forearm against the back of the couch to partly trap Dodger's face beside it and leaning in to accept that kiss, a little sloppy and lazy but there's still enough force and teeth for it to feel somewhat rough. ]
[ He backs off a little just to laugh breathlessly against the other's lips as he slowly rolls his hips, making sure to grind down at just the right angle. He smears more of their mixed blood against Dodger's cheek with the tip of his nose in a brush that's almost gentle before he's back for more kissing with a bite to his bottom lip. His free hand traces down Dodger's side, pausing at his waist and slipping under his shirt somewhere near the arson mark because that's delicious irony. ]