The gagging is more of an encouragement than anything; normally Dodger might pause and at least check that he isn't killing the man, but like this... well, for lack of a better term, he may as well be on stage with a demon.

Dodger's skin heats up further as he gets closer to climax, and is nearly enough to burn him by the time he comes - his spunk is certainly much hotter than it should be, too. As his head clears a bit, he does feel something close to disappointment - he'll just have to play with him a while until he's ready to go again. In the aftermath, his skin is much cooler - about the normal range for any other person.

He pulls Francis off of him and forcefully tips his head back, taking a moment to admire him. He's definitely not letting this one go after one load. "Enjoying yourself?"