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[wicka]

Transactional feeling?

[ And he drinks again, curious. ]

[bloodflows]

You know, just. Quid pro quo?

[He raises his brows.]

Like, jerking to just jerk off.

[wicka]

[ one beat, two. ]

Is that a bad thing?

[bloodflows]

No, but - those times I didn't know anything about the other person and didn't want to.

[He shrugs.]

You can't have one night stands here, not easily.

[wicka]

I guess not. I hadn't really thought about that.

[ and it makes him realize that he. likes that? he's met people he really likes when their first interaction was sex. ]

... I like blowjobs. And to, uhm. Bite, like necks and stuff. Doesn't have to be hard or anything.

Do you, uh. [ uhhh ] You know... let people fuck you? Or is it just you doing it?

[bloodflows]

I'm usually the one, I guess.

[Unless you're a woman with a strap or Iggy when he's adventurous.]

I have been on both sides though. Before? So I'm not against it. You a top?

[wicka]

Yeah. Not always. [ Just most of the time. The least dom-y (ha) top, everyone. ]

It's just — if I'm the one doing it there's this thing that happens sometimes. So I thought I'd let you know if I was the one topping. Doesn't matter if I'm not.

[ Pause. And he drinks. ]

[bloodflows]

Something happens sometimes?

[It does not click, so he looks at Dom with a curious head tilt. Do you cum too fast or something, lil' bro?]

[wicka]

It's called— [ aaaa ] Knotting?

[bloodflows]

[Sorry. Finch didn't mean to laugh, but he does, friendly but definitely just laughing. He sits forward a bit, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Luckily he didn't just take a sip of beer.]

I know about knotting.

[wicka]

[ awkward boy is awkwarddd ]

Yeah, so. It's whatever. Since we're not doing that.

[bloodflows]

Hate to break this to you, Dom.

[Hate to. Really.]

Doesn't mean that's guaranteed not to happen.

[wicka]

What do you mean?

[ who told him about the times it happened — outside? panik ]

[bloodflows]

[No words, just this stare. Before Finch taps two fingers against his own dick.]

[wicka]

Oh. You—?

[ Pause. He's not sure what he's feeling, a gradual build up from embarrassed to... a little excited, maybe? Curious? He's never been on the receiving end, so he wonders, after a lot of hesitation, ]

... How big?

[bloodflows]

Ah... uh?

[Thanks, now he's feeling the embarrassment trade off. He shrugs.]

It's never like, killed Iggy. So.

[wicka]

[ It's a struggle to push past the awkwardness, but who else is he gonna talk to? Ever? Buckle up. ]

Yeah, uhm. He didn't mind it much.

[ Oh, the things he wants to ask. Mostly to know he's not alone. ]

Does yours get bigger? Like, longer?

[bloodflows]

... Yeah? I don't- I don't really know. It was always sort of.

[Gesturing. In Iggy.]

It just got uncomfortable, I guess.

[wicka]

Uhm. Yeah.

[ Makes... sense. ]

Can I ask one more thing.

[bloodflows]

... Yeah, shoot.

[Cannot get more open than discussing knotted dicks together over drinks, right?]

[wicka]

[ If embarrassment could made Dom shrink, he'd be goddamn tiny right now. ]

Do you... [ Dragging, dragging. ] Come a lot. Like a lot a lot.

[bloodflows]

Y-Maybe? Kind of.

[Yes.]

But only - when, yeah.

[wicka]

[ One of the conversations of all time. Dom nods, looking off, answers leading to silence. Is there anything else he wanted to ask? Not at the moment, which means it's time to course-correct: he puts the soda can on the bedside table, then turns back to Finch, hand on his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. ]

[bloodflows]

[Finch snorts - almost like he's annoyed, but he's not. Not with Dom. Maybe with the universe for setting him up to feel kind of funny - but it eases away. He turns a bit, own hand up to cup Dom's cheek, and he leans into the kiss tasting of smoke and smelling also of a hint of blood. It's always on him, somehow.

He licks at Dom's lower lip, pressing into the kiss a little firmer.]

[wicka]

[ It gets Dom's interest, that trace of blood, and he acts as though the first sip of water made him realize how thirsty he was — quietly eager, which translates into something that looks like confidence, lips parted to breathe before he's chasing Finch's tongue with his own.

He moves, getting up, both hands on Finch's shoulders so he can climb on his lap, knees on the mattress next to the older man's thighs. It remains a makeout for now — an extremely horny one — trying one angle, another, like a first time that's making up for how long it took them to get here. ]