[So, Dodger told himself he was going to stop messing with John's suite. He's seen everything there is to see there, he likes John enough to start respecting his boundaries, and he's also gotten the strong sense that he does not want to be on John's bad side.
But he's also gotten the sense that staying in Arthur's good graces will keep those wheels greased, and it isn't like he needs more reasons to seek him out again. Last time was fun.
He doesn't entirely remember which suite is Arthur's but he has a general sense, so it doesn't occur to him if it's moved. Still a 3 of Clubs suite, and he only saw it once so he couldn't be sure if the decor or the layout is different. He enters his normal way - appearing with a flash of flames and a burst of heat, just inside of the door. And since it's Arthur, he taps his heel against the door a few times to announce his presence audibly.]
Hey - it's Dodger. Are you decent?
[He's already in here, but... it's the thought that counts?]
[Arthur is, in fact, not decent, though he doesn't quite know what that would look like for him here. He is sitting on the floor, his bed over just enough to give a little room. He is gloveless, his hair askew from being up way too late. He has a cup of cold coffee beside him as he peers over a few sketches in front of him.
He is not the Arthur that Dodger knew. He is smaller, nearly emaciated, the mark of red scarring on his neck still bright, like it is days old.
He has his sight back, a rare miracle, and is peering very carefully at some of the more colorful drawings.
The burst of heat makes him assume John, though he will question that later, so he doesn't turn.
The voice, however, is not anything close. Immediately, panic arcs like electricity down his spine and he turns, aiming to push back the intruder.]
[Dodger startles a bit when Arthur goes to push him, which leads to him banging his back against the door. Gently, but it's enough to make a noise.]
Fuck- back off, you're gonna hurt yourself.
[Listen, he's got super-strength, the shove isn't actually going to stop him. It does, however, convince him to keep his back against the door to avoid seeming like more of a threat.
He pauses for a moment. He's officially met Arthur once, but he's definitely watched him a few more times than that. So it stands out to him, that he looks different, but his scarring seems familiar enough that Dodger is hesitant to say he's in the wrong room. But more importantly-]
[Arthur is the sort of person who would almost certainly hurt himself in his own anger and this is no different. However, something about the nonchalant way he's addressed, like he knows him, catches something in Arthur that reverts him back to the front of his brain and he blinks. There's still a touch of gold in them, obvious especially this close.]
Since John no longer needs my eyes.
[The man clearly knows something about him. There's no point in lying.
He lets go of him and nearly stumbles back, jittery in a wash of post-anger adrenaline.]
[That's... information he didn't have, but Dodger knows enough to make sense of it at least. So he's filing it away, like all other details that he isn't sure what to do with.
At least this is less hostile. So Dodger relaxes slightly.]
A friend, I think. We've slept together.
[He glances around the room, and back at Arthur. He talks the same, he sounds the same. He's connected to John. It is Arthur, just... off. And he could maybe excuse Arthur not knowing his face, but not knowing his voice feels rough after only a month or two.]
Folks call me Dodger. And you're not... the same Arthur Lester, are you.
[He says this like it's a normal thing to claim. Like he's noticed Arthur is wearing a different shirt.]
[The small room isn't very lived in, but the meager shelving does have some books from the library, a few rubies scattered absently here and there, and clothes haphazardly folded and placed around. He glances to Dodger, cheeks slightly pink at the blatant and open admission that they - no, that he and someone else like Arthur - had slept together.]
No.
John - mentioned other universes.
[He's speaking carefully now, tiptoeing around a truth that he doesn't quite want to face just yet. He is not John's Arthur and John is not Arthur's. And yet, they are.]
Is - is that why you felt you could just appear in my room?
[Dodger tips his head while he thinks this over. Right - it makes sense that John would know about other universes. Which makes this part easier, he guesses.]
Something like that.
[Truthfully, he teleports everywhere and rarely knocks. But the fact that he expected Arthur to recognize him did contribute.]
Other universes, though, yeah. I'm... pretty familiar with them. I can answer questions, if you want, or I can just make the offer I came here for.
[He looks to the door again and then back to Dodger as a sharp stab of annoyance pierces his chest. Something like that.
That's not really the answer he wanted. But Arthur can read between the lines. He felt comfortable with - with the other him. Enough that he felt he could just show up. What sort of person does he turn into that someone appearing in his room wouldn't set off alarms?
[There's a bit of disappointment in his expression, at Arthur picking the offer. He can't say either option was the wrong one, necessarily, he just didn't have anyone to talk to about other realities back home and he savors any opportunity here.]
It was going to be an offer for a second round. But I guess now it's a first round. I'm bored, figured you might be too.
[That's probably the best indication of how close their 'friendship' is. He does like Arthur, there was something comfortably familiar about his first time with him, but he barely knows the man. And certainly doesn't expect anything other than sex to happen here.]
[Dodger gives him a Look, like that's a weird question to ask.]
Well I've been in the dungeon long enough to see everything there, and I want to do something with my body instead of reading a book or scrolling through my Watch for three hours. And we've only fucked once, so you're interesting. Better than screwing around with the same five people I usually go for, at least.
[He might be getting more graphic because Arthur is blushing about it. Dodger is incredibly difficult to keep entertained, and teasing people is fun.]
Are those sketches actually interesting, or are you just reveling in your sight?
[It's a genuine question, even if Dodger has a sort of Resting Sarcastic Voice.]
[He's picked up on the natural tone of his voice, on the way it sounds sarcastic but might not be, and some of his thorns dissolve. He understands that.]
Uh. Both.
[He picks them up and moves over, a silent invitation for Dodger to join him. They are different architectural sketches, some in color, some not.]
I was trying to find any that look familiar. And what the differences are from what I've seen.
[Dodger hesitates, very heavily considering teleporting the two or three feet it would take to join him. But he's already startled the man once, and Arthur doesn't know him. Probably better not to.
He walks over to sit beside Arthur, and lean on him slightly while he looks the sketches over. He doesn't have much of an eye for art, but architectural sketches are closer to blueprints, which he does have an appreciation for.]
Are these from the other Arthur, then?
[How- well, no, he has an answer for that. John can grant him vision, apparently. Uncomfortably close to some circumstances that the last Arthur reminded Dodger of, but he's going to keep that to himself.]
[If it was anything else, Arthur might have moved over, but there's a brightness in his gaze now as Dodger sits that's forgotten all about the pink in his cheeks and how warm his face feels. He's found a little project, something to learn about and know. There's nothing but excuted energy now.
He moves the pages over so he can see.]
No, they're from...from the library. But that just makes it all the more exciting, right?
Like here. This building is on Wall Street, in New York. But it looks like a wedding cake, doesn't it? But when I knew it, it wasn't so...small.
[He reaches over and brings out a book to show him. And if their hands touch and Arthur feels and knows a little more than he should...well, he should have worn gloves.]
[Oh. That answer is far more interesting. Dodger's eyes light up, shifting from the vague interest of humoring a sexual partner to something actually engaged.]
The library's got all sorts of shit, yeah. Stuff from other realities, or different time periods. Sooner or later, you might find something you recognize - I did, a few months back.
[He's also letting out an amused snort at the idea of a building looking like a wedding cake. It's cute, and he does see the vision.
Dodger takes the book, and makes a point of letting their fingers brush. Why not, it's not like his mind has fully moved on from what he came here for. Which means that Arthur gets to feel that Dodger is relatively horny by his own standards - and by any reasonable person's standards it's a tidal wave of arousal, an intense preoccupation with the body next to him. He's used to it, so he doesn't show it much on the surface, but this is just sort of his default state.
His skin is also weirdly warm, like he has a high fever.]
[He sucks in a breath, trying not to show how affected he is by that single touch and what he gets from it. The wave doesn't end, it doesn't stop, and Arthur doesn't move his hand away. It's so...intimate and strangely personal information, though Dodger was all too happy to volunteer. And Arthur...rather likes it.
The warmth is nice, as Arthur is always cold, and he's used to the heat of John's body with him. He absently leans in a little more, like a cat moving into a sunbeam. The arousal doesn't seem to both the other man, and so what if Arthur's breath comes a little faster?]
I don't think there's enough time to even see everything in there.
What did you find?
What...where are you from?
[They should start at a few basics, though Arthur is far too impatient to stay for long.]
[Dodger pauses, and keeps his hand where it is as well. His attention is drawn to Arthur's breath picking up - something is happening, something that didn't happen with the other one. But for now, Dodger is just observing, trying to decide if he's reading it correctly or just seeing what he wants to.]
I'm from a lot of places. But Boston, originally. 2035.
[He figures he should start leading with the year - he's never met anyone here from further in the future than him, and almost everyone he sleeps with is from at least a hundred years in the past.]
And... it's complicated. I saw something that mattered to another reality's version of me. And I get... memories, from other realities. Reading that book set one off.
[He'd rather be sparse on the details if he can get away with it, but Dodger often can't resist answering questions. It seems to endear people to him, and he thirsts for connections.]
[And Arthur has nothing but questions. He turns a little, knees pressed against Dodger's, looking up to his face with a sort of intensity reserved for only the most interesting of cases. Boston is in his world, his realm, but a century in the future must be...fascinating. ]
You get memories from your realities? So other versions of you, from other...dimensions? What was the memory?
[There are no personal questions when Arthur has his mind set on something.]
[Dodger leans back a little, mostly just to keep watching Arthur's face. There's an equal amount of intense curiosity in his eyes. He hadn't really talked much to the last Arthur, and now it feels like that was a missed opportunity. One he gets to correct now.]
Yeah. Most of them lived in different versions of Boston, some of them don't.
[That last question causes him to pause, though. And while he thinks, he sets the book down and just... runs his fingers over Arthur's hand. He's testing boundaries, and he also just likes the feeling of his callouses dragging over skin.]
The book was about Hell. As a real, actual place. And you probably don't want an answer for what the memory was.
[It's not that it was a bad memory - that's the problem, in fact. He's pretty sure talking about how much fun he was having in every memory of Hell he's ever gotten is a mood killer.]
[Of course he wants to know, but the fingers across his hand offer a delightdul distraction. Like the other version of himself, the top of his pinky is replaced with wood, like a branch, a stem, and he is, even now, self conscious. He curls his hand to a fist but doesn't pull away. Rough calloused fingers on his skin, reinforcing the baseline arousal of the other, and Arthur nearly forgets what he's talking about.
It isn't that he's opposed to the idea, but the curious part of him wars with the part that is so tempted to fall into the warmth of him. Arthur isn't...wanted. He isn't the one people choose in a line up of people they are attracted to. But this touch he has throws all of that into question.]
[Dodger's fingers conspicuously move away from that pinky, like he's consciously trying not to touch it. It happened the last time, too - he's feeling an abundance of caution about triggering a memory-bleed, and damaged pinkies seem to be one of his weirdly specific triggers. Although really, accounting for anything that might call back to any potential version of him across time and space is a fool's errand and he knows it.]
No. I can see other worlds, but I can't reach them. Not until I ended up here, I guess.
[He doesn't know that other versions of him have ended up in other pocket dimensions - that's a difficult thing to piece together from random, disconnected scraps of memory.
His hand keeps moving, along Arthur's forearm. Mapping out scars, since he seems to have them everywhere and Dodger has a general sense of where they should be. There's something novel, about not being the most scarred-up person in the room.]
You're sleeping with a god. Is all of this really that new to you?
[Sleeping with a god. He nearly laughs about it. As if reducing what they are to sex is even possible.]
We aren't -
It isn't just that.
[His voice is snappish, close to hostile, but he doesn't pull away, despite the anger. Dodger will feel, under his shirt, the burns on his arms, the scars from the worm, from the disgusting creatures in the water.
They are fresher now, more prominent, some still hurt, even. He flinches a little when he nears his shoulder.]
I'm still - trying to figure all of this out. It hasn't been that long for me, you know.
[Dodger pauses, and draws his hand back briefly. Both from the sore spot he appearently hit, and the literally injury he touched. He sets his jaw, with a sort of quiet focus - that's right, this version of Arthur is doing much worse than the last one. He should be careful.
But he does move forward again, skipping the spot that made Arthur flinch and running his hand over Arthur's chest. And then up to cup his cheek, skipping over the marks on his neck. Dodger's arousal is slowly growing, from some combination of the conversation (curious, interesting people are hot) and being allowed to feel him up like this.]
How long have you known John?
[He didn't know the answer for the last Arthur, he can't make a comparison there. But it'll give him a ballpark of how deep in this he should expect Arthur to be, at least.]
[He swallows back a rising protest, raising his chin. The touch is warm still, inviting, and he appreciates the care in which he does it. This is how Arthur saw before, with fingers and touch and feeling. He can label it the same here.]
Not long. Time was strange for a while. [There was the three month coma, the time he spent with Yellow, and the odd flow of the hours and days in the Dreamlands, but altogether, it felt like both minutes and years.]
I - I know that isn't the best answer.
[He leans into his touch, eyes closing for a brief moment.]
[Dodger's hand warms up a little further, until it feels like a warm mug of tea. He's unsure where to go from here - mostly because he wants to keep talking, but any further touch will likely distract both of them.
Like he isn't already distracted, thinking about how easy it would be to push Arthur down on the bed.]
I used to live with a god. Or... someone powerful enough that the distinction didn't really matter. Time blurred a lot, it got worse when the memory bleeds started.
[His arousal starts to flag, thinking about that man. So that, he decides, is the best place to drop the topic. He guides Arthur closer, and presses a kiss to his lip.]
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Date: 2025-12-03 10:09 pm (UTC)But he's also gotten the sense that staying in Arthur's good graces will keep those wheels greased, and it isn't like he needs more reasons to seek him out again. Last time was fun.
He doesn't entirely remember which suite is Arthur's but he has a general sense, so it doesn't occur to him if it's moved. Still a 3 of Clubs suite, and he only saw it once so he couldn't be sure if the decor or the layout is different. He enters his normal way - appearing with a flash of flames and a burst of heat, just inside of the door. And since it's Arthur, he taps his heel against the door a few times to announce his presence audibly.]
Hey - it's Dodger. Are you decent?
[He's already in here, but... it's the thought that counts?]
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Date: 2025-12-03 11:38 pm (UTC)He is not the Arthur that Dodger knew. He is smaller, nearly emaciated, the mark of red scarring on his neck still bright, like it is days old.
He has his sight back, a rare miracle, and is peering very carefully at some of the more colorful drawings.
The burst of heat makes him assume John, though he will question that later, so he doesn't turn.
The voice, however, is not anything close. Immediately, panic arcs like electricity down his spine and he turns, aiming to push back the intruder.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 02:47 am (UTC)Fuck- back off, you're gonna hurt yourself.
[Listen, he's got super-strength, the shove isn't actually going to stop him. It does, however, convince him to keep his back against the door to avoid seeming like more of a threat.
He pauses for a moment. He's officially met Arthur once, but he's definitely watched him a few more times than that. So it stands out to him, that he looks different, but his scarring seems familiar enough that Dodger is hesitant to say he's in the wrong room. But more importantly-]
...Since when can you see?
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Date: 2025-12-04 02:59 am (UTC)Since John no longer needs my eyes.
[The man clearly knows something about him. There's no point in lying.
He lets go of him and nearly stumbles back, jittery in a wash of post-anger adrenaline.]
Who the hell are you?
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Date: 2025-12-04 03:07 am (UTC)At least this is less hostile. So Dodger relaxes slightly.]
A friend, I think. We've slept together.
[He glances around the room, and back at Arthur. He talks the same, he sounds the same. He's connected to John. It is Arthur, just... off. And he could maybe excuse Arthur not knowing his face, but not knowing his voice feels rough after only a month or two.]
Folks call me Dodger. And you're not... the same Arthur Lester, are you.
[He says this like it's a normal thing to claim. Like he's noticed Arthur is wearing a different shirt.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 03:24 am (UTC)No.
John - mentioned other universes.
[He's speaking carefully now, tiptoeing around a truth that he doesn't quite want to face just yet. He is not John's Arthur and John is not Arthur's. And yet, they are.]
Is - is that why you felt you could just appear in my room?
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Date: 2025-12-04 03:40 am (UTC)Something like that.
[Truthfully, he teleports everywhere and rarely knocks. But the fact that he expected Arthur to recognize him did contribute.]
Other universes, though, yeah. I'm... pretty familiar with them. I can answer questions, if you want, or I can just make the offer I came here for.
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Date: 2025-12-04 03:58 am (UTC)That's not really the answer he wanted. But Arthur can read between the lines. He felt comfortable with - with the other him. Enough that he felt he could just show up. What sort of person does he turn into that someone appearing in his room wouldn't set off alarms?
More than that, how close of friends were they?]
What offer?
[Might as well get that part over with.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 04:29 am (UTC)It was going to be an offer for a second round. But I guess now it's a first round. I'm bored, figured you might be too.
[That's probably the best indication of how close their 'friendship' is. He does like Arthur, there was something comfortably familiar about his first time with him, but he barely knows the man. And certainly doesn't expect anything other than sex to happen here.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 12:34 pm (UTC)Well.
I'm not - actually bored. How can you be bored?
[It's a genuine question, one asked with a tilt of his head as he sits on the edge of the bed.]
There's so much to do.
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Date: 2025-12-04 12:43 pm (UTC)Well I've been in the dungeon long enough to see everything there, and I want to do something with my body instead of reading a book or scrolling through my Watch for three hours. And we've only fucked once, so you're interesting. Better than screwing around with the same five people I usually go for, at least.
[He might be getting more graphic because Arthur is blushing about it. Dodger is incredibly difficult to keep entertained, and teasing people is fun.]
Are those sketches actually interesting, or are you just reveling in your sight?
[It's a genuine question, even if Dodger has a sort of Resting Sarcastic Voice.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 12:51 pm (UTC)Uh. Both.
[He picks them up and moves over, a silent invitation for Dodger to join him. They are different architectural sketches, some in color, some not.]
I was trying to find any that look familiar. And what the differences are from what I've seen.
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Date: 2025-12-04 01:11 pm (UTC)He walks over to sit beside Arthur, and lean on him slightly while he looks the sketches over. He doesn't have much of an eye for art, but architectural sketches are closer to blueprints, which he does have an appreciation for.]
Are these from the other Arthur, then?
[How- well, no, he has an answer for that. John can grant him vision, apparently. Uncomfortably close to some circumstances that the last Arthur reminded Dodger of, but he's going to keep that to himself.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 02:03 pm (UTC)He moves the pages over so he can see.]
No, they're from...from the library. But that just makes it all the more exciting, right?
Like here. This building is on Wall Street, in New York. But it looks like a wedding cake, doesn't it? But when I knew it, it wasn't so...small.
[He reaches over and brings out a book to show him. And if their hands touch and Arthur feels and knows a little more than he should...well, he should have worn gloves.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 02:24 pm (UTC)The library's got all sorts of shit, yeah. Stuff from other realities, or different time periods. Sooner or later, you might find something you recognize - I did, a few months back.
[He's also letting out an amused snort at the idea of a building looking like a wedding cake. It's cute, and he does see the vision.
Dodger takes the book, and makes a point of letting their fingers brush. Why not, it's not like his mind has fully moved on from what he came here for. Which means that Arthur gets to feel that Dodger is relatively horny by his own standards - and by any reasonable person's standards it's a tidal wave of arousal, an intense preoccupation with the body next to him. He's used to it, so he doesn't show it much on the surface, but this is just sort of his default state.
His skin is also weirdly warm, like he has a high fever.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 02:48 pm (UTC)The warmth is nice, as Arthur is always cold, and he's used to the heat of John's body with him. He absently leans in a little more, like a cat moving into a sunbeam. The arousal doesn't seem to both the other man, and so what if Arthur's breath comes a little faster?]
I don't think there's enough time to even see everything in there.
What did you find?
What...where are you from?
[They should start at a few basics, though Arthur is far too impatient to stay for long.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 03:09 pm (UTC)I'm from a lot of places. But Boston, originally. 2035.
[He figures he should start leading with the year - he's never met anyone here from further in the future than him, and almost everyone he sleeps with is from at least a hundred years in the past.]
And... it's complicated. I saw something that mattered to another reality's version of me. And I get... memories, from other realities. Reading that book set one off.
[He'd rather be sparse on the details if he can get away with it, but Dodger often can't resist answering questions. It seems to endear people to him, and he thirsts for connections.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 03:25 pm (UTC)You get memories from your realities? So other versions of you, from other...dimensions? What was the memory?
[There are no personal questions when Arthur has his mind set on something.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 03:53 pm (UTC)Yeah. Most of them lived in different versions of Boston, some of them don't.
[That last question causes him to pause, though. And while he thinks, he sets the book down and just... runs his fingers over Arthur's hand. He's testing boundaries, and he also just likes the feeling of his callouses dragging over skin.]
The book was about Hell. As a real, actual place. And you probably don't want an answer for what the memory was.
[It's not that it was a bad memory - that's the problem, in fact. He's pretty sure talking about how much fun he was having in every memory of Hell he's ever gotten is a mood killer.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 04:04 pm (UTC)It isn't that he's opposed to the idea, but the curious part of him wars with the part that is so tempted to fall into the warmth of him. Arthur isn't...wanted. He isn't the one people choose in a line up of people they are attracted to. But this touch he has throws all of that into question.]
I believe you.
And uh -
Have you been there yourself? As - as yourself?
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Date: 2025-12-04 04:20 pm (UTC)No. I can see other worlds, but I can't reach them. Not until I ended up here, I guess.
[He doesn't know that other versions of him have ended up in other pocket dimensions - that's a difficult thing to piece together from random, disconnected scraps of memory.
His hand keeps moving, along Arthur's forearm. Mapping out scars, since he seems to have them everywhere and Dodger has a general sense of where they should be. There's something novel, about not being the most scarred-up person in the room.]
You're sleeping with a god. Is all of this really that new to you?
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Date: 2025-12-04 04:35 pm (UTC)We aren't -
It isn't just that.
[His voice is snappish, close to hostile, but he doesn't pull away, despite the anger. Dodger will feel, under his shirt, the burns on his arms, the scars from the worm, from the disgusting creatures in the water.
They are fresher now, more prominent, some still hurt, even. He flinches a little when he nears his shoulder.]
I'm still - trying to figure all of this out. It hasn't been that long for me, you know.
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Date: 2025-12-04 04:45 pm (UTC)But he does move forward again, skipping the spot that made Arthur flinch and running his hand over Arthur's chest. And then up to cup his cheek, skipping over the marks on his neck. Dodger's arousal is slowly growing, from some combination of the conversation (curious, interesting people are hot) and being allowed to feel him up like this.]
How long have you known John?
[He didn't know the answer for the last Arthur, he can't make a comparison there. But it'll give him a ballpark of how deep in this he should expect Arthur to be, at least.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 04:57 pm (UTC)Not long. Time was strange for a while. [There was the three month coma, the time he spent with Yellow, and the odd flow of the hours and days in the Dreamlands, but altogether, it felt like both minutes and years.]
I - I know that isn't the best answer.
[He leans into his touch, eyes closing for a brief moment.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 05:08 pm (UTC)[Dodger's hand warms up a little further, until it feels like a warm mug of tea. He's unsure where to go from here - mostly because he wants to keep talking, but any further touch will likely distract both of them.
Like he isn't already distracted, thinking about how easy it would be to push Arthur down on the bed.]
I used to live with a god. Or... someone powerful enough that the distinction didn't really matter. Time blurred a lot, it got worse when the memory bleeds started.
[His arousal starts to flag, thinking about that man. So that, he decides, is the best place to drop the topic. He guides Arthur closer, and presses a kiss to his lip.]
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