It's about here where Dodger really finds the limit of his self-control, with the side effects of the Frenzy coursing through him at full force. He has enough time to growl, "Open wider." under his breath, before yanking him closer and thrusting down into his throat.

His sheer strength really becomes clear now; he has the presence of mind to pull out every so often and give Francis a second or two to breathe, but otherwise he may as well be pushed around by steel bars. Dodger's mind is fuzzy and unfocused, his breath coming out clipped and ragged as he pounds into that tight heat without a single thought for the man he's fucking. And speaking of heat, his skin seems to have heated up a little more... both his hands and his cock are definitely warmer than a normal human's should be, but not altogether unpleasant. Yet.