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Fine. None of that green leafy stuff. It tastes like dirt.

[So lettuce wasn't really his thing. At all. He could be caught eating mushrooms when the going was tough, but actual vegetables was just... no.

He was now thinking of all the things he could potentially do in the realm of the ground rules that Dirk set out. By now, he had an idea what was behind those sunglasses, though he couldn't say why hiding away such a unique eye colour was a big deal. No laser beams.]

What's... a kink you enjoy?

[It shouldn't be surprising that fighting could sometimes turn to other activities. They didn't have a lot of resources to go exploring, but he knew for a fact that the galaxy beyond Dathomir likely had plenty of options. He just hadn't had time to do so being wanted and all that.]

I hope this new world will have a catchy name. Planets with numbers and Galactic Basic letters are boring. [He was far more gamely about being exposed to whatever it was that Dirk had in mind than even he expected. He just knew he had technically be sheltered in poverty, so it was worth exploring the options.]

I'll even let you sleep over if you're fortunate. [No, Dirk could stay over if the human wanted.]

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Lettuce?

(He's laughing again. This guy was a riot.)

What about fruit? I bet you'd like a lemon.

(He loved citrus fruits.

His refusal to remove his shades was far more emotionally based than physical. Striders knew that eyes were windows into the soul so there was some strict religious devotion to keeping those windows shut.)

Petplay is probably my favorite in theory. (He could never get Jake into it, tragically, but they had also been much younger.) Ropes are fun too.

(Another laugh. It was impressive how often Savage made Dirk laugh. It was probably because the guy wasn't even trying to.) I'll try to think of something innovative.

(Oh damn. Sleepover stage already.)

Are you cuddly in your sleep?

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I'm still not certain how a four legged herbivore has such a purity.

[He expected that Dirk would expose him to this source of purity eventually, and he wasn't certain exactly how to prepare himself for it. He'd never seen cartoons before, so he couldn't even imagine the appeal.

He didn't even bother to hide him regarding Dirk with the shirt gone, soon to be followed by the pants. He actually paused to gawk at the orange boxers because 1) he'd never seen boxers before and 2) they were very orange and drew much attention. It seemed to him that orange was a theme when it came to Dirk.

He was, by now, bare chested and more of his tribal tattoos exposed. He bore scars of his own, but generally one had to be close to see them because both his skin tone and his tattoos made them difficult to pick out. The only extremely obvious ones were twin two inch in diameter burn scars that were at the bottom of his rib cage, and as he bent down to remove his boots, the other two just below his shoulder blades would be obvious.]

It does. [So, as he thought before, this was like dealing with a human and less temperamental version of his brother who had been raised by droids and a Sith Lord.] And those old lessons of personal survival are hard to break down. I've dealt with someone who grew up similarly. I can handle it if you need space.

[If he became friendly enough, he also knew when the force his way into that need for space when it became detrimental. After all, Maul had to be forced to enjoy his company.

Boots off before he was removing his pants. Sorry, there was no underwear of any sort to speak of. Mother Talzin clearly hadn't thought it important enough when creating his armour, and it wasn't the kind of material one spared in the village when there wasn't much to begin with. No, he was very naked and seemed very comfortable in his own skin. After all, he was used to be appraised on Dathomir. And yes, there were tattoos all over.]

Vague is best, believe me. You don't want the kind of headaches that come from those that choose to be pushy about what I do.

[He stopped when his bare feet touched the bed and he leaned down.]

Are those some kind of bait? [He pointed at the boxers. His other hand was already moving to seize the bottom edge to pull them off.]

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Is that what it's called?

[He growled at the mention of fruit. Those weren't particularly items that he would make the choice to eat. However, he was willing to try like he did with those weird sweet cookies that Usagi had sent him.]

I've never heard of lemon. Is it orange? You seem to favour that colour.

[Savage was used to plenty of beings that covered their eyes and even faces, so the need to keep that level of privacy didn't bother him. He didn't even find it weird, but it was curious. His eye colour wasn't the original one he was born with but a sign of the corruption of the Dark Side, and most beings didn't choose to get close enough to have a hard look at his eyes.]

Well, you're doing alienplay. Is that better or worse than pet? If you want to put a collar on me, fine.

[His species was, after all, a bit like cats. He could make all sorts of inhuman noises, and he was perfectly fine knocking things of of shelves, and, if November had taught him anyway, it was that he could get the zoomies when high.]

I have ropes. Nothing too soft, but you aren't easily hurt so it shouldn't be an issue. And I don't care about pain much.

[He wasn't that interested in kicking Dirk out in the middle of the night. Besides, his legs wouldn't hang as much off of the mattress (but still did) if it was here. He would understand if it was too 'touchy feely' for the human.]

Yes. [Very cuddly.]

1/3

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(Holy fuck.)

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(HOLY FUCK.


The muscles. The muscles. The muscles!!!!!

This is something straight from one of his rawest wetdreams. He was going to die happy tonight. If he died. He'd let this guy fuck him to death 100%. Immediately. Anywhere anytime.

Holy shit he's so gay.)

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(Dirk manages to keep all of this completely internalized. The only indication of how into this he was was the slight flush on his cheeks and shoulders. He doesn't even remember to acknowledge the My Little Pony thing. Not important anymore. Nothing was really important anymore except for the hands tugging off his boxer briefs.)

Space is the last thing I want from you right now. But thank you, I'll remember to appreciate that consideration later.

(Underwear was useless. He gets a feast of this guy's body and can feel his own already starting to react. This was nothing like the gangly, awkward Jake back when they were teens. This was all raw man - alien, technically, and he was so ready.)

That's just fine with me, partner.

(He grins at the question. He rests onto his elbows, lifting his hips.)

Not really. Why, do you like them? (He has no tattoos except the ugly smiley face on his bicep. Looking at Savage's body had him starting to feel as though he was burning up.) I'm going to have to mouth all of those.

(He reaches a hand up to touch some of the tattoos of Savage's facial tattoos.)

You can do whatever you want to me tonight, man. You're stunning.

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Probably.

(If it's the same plant he's thinking of anyway.)

No, it's yellow. There is a fruit called an orange though but I prefer clementines. (He shrugs, even if Savage can't see it.) Orange is my color. Where I come from we all liked to have some signature color. I guess I got used to it. It's a nice color. It reminds me of the sunset.

(One of the few things he remembered fondly growing up.

It was for the best in any case. Dirk just looked sad with his glasses off and who wanted to deal with that?)

Oh fuck. (He was thinking of a collar on himself but a collar on Savage...) You would make a pretty cute pet. Alienplay isn't quite the same, I don't think. Petplay has a specific mechanic of surrendering power to your 'master' and a willingness to demean yourself. But there's also this balance of trust that your master won't take advantage of it.

Mm. Yeah. I have some too. Pain's tolerable, yeah.

(He pauses, surprised by the response, but when he responds in turn, there's an evident smile in his voice.)

Yeah. Okay, cool. I can handle cuddly. (Enjoy it even.)

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[A fruit called an orange that was also orange in colouration. That was just plain not creative at all, yet he wasn't surprised by it at all.]

I'd be willing to try this... lemon. [But more to the point.] Did the signature have a deeper meaning? The orange goes well with your hair colour.

[He rumbled in his chest at the explanation, considering it carefully. It sounded like it treaded too close to slavery, but he don't think he could ever trust someone who was his master entirely. He'd rather just wear a collar.]

I've spent a lifetime surrendering my power to one master after another. I'm still waiting for a master that won't take advantage of it.

[They hadn't gotten into specifics of one another's physiology like why Dirk was basically immortal and how he had twin hearts and a high pain tolerance.]

If it gets too much, there's another room. I sleep better with another; it's a Zabrak thing.

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They are extremely sour, but I like sour. You might too. (It's startling and amazing, in Dirk's opinion.)

Hm. I suppose so. All the colors tended to correlate to our eye colors. For the trolls, it correlated to their blood colors. (Typically.) Thank you. I think so too. I also like orange soda.

(Some things really were that simple. The rumbling noise is pleasant and Dirk thinks to ask what it technically means, but decides to leave it for now.

It's a fair concern. Dirk could see why people would have a problem. There was a reason it was considered a kink thing, after all.)

You can always treat me like a pet. It doesn't have to be you on the leash. (But hm.) No pressure to do it either way. There are different ways to approach it.

(He's not so sure he should be considered a trustworthy master either.

One day they'd get to the physiology discussion. Probably.)

Thank you. I'm sure it will be fine. I'm running on 21 years of touch starvation. It would be a nice change of pace to be plastered to a beefcake. Sounds like a good Zabrak thing.

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I like them better off, I think.

[Savage's left arm from mid-humerus down was replaced with a fully functional metal prosthetic. That's the fingers that grasp the edge of Dirk's boxer shorts and drew it down those muscular legs. He made certain that cool metal digit tips caressed over skin, dredging up what he could with potential allure.]

And what is you want from me?

[With the shorts pulled off, he dropped them to the side of the bed, left with the rest of their clothing. Then he eased his way forward enough so that he could settle his knees down on the mattress. Then he leaned his head down so that Dirk could have access to his tattoos, even if his eyes didn't stop watching the younger man.

He hummed at the idea of Dirk mouthing his tattoos. That was a common occurrence between the brothers. It felt different from Dirk's fingers though. Curious fingers. He enjoyed it more.]

You'll be rather busy for awhile if you want to do that. [If Dirk's fingers went close to his horns, the skin closest to where they sprouted, he would rumble a sound of pleasure, eyes even half closed. Around the two horns that had been sheered off on the left side of his head earned a deeper rumble.]

Would you let me kiss you?

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I think I do too.

(He was absolutely going to have to inspect that prosthetic later. He clearly had a thing for robotics, and that piece looked well made. His skin crawls pleasantly at the skim of metal. It's enough to make his cock switch.)

Everything. Anything you're willing to give. (Which is broad as hell considering the scope of sex. His hands do go to Savage's horns, fascinated first by the texture and then by Savage's rumbling. It was a cute sound. He gives a small, curious tug just to test the firmness of the horns.)

Yes, I'd like that, actually.

(It has been a long time since he has kissed someone. He draws their mouths together with open eagerness, resting his palms against Savage's cheeks. It's a surprisingly gentle kiss coming from someone who had just whipped Savage across the beach.

The kiss deepens quickly. He opens his mouth against Savage's mouth, lightly running his tongue against Savage's lower lip, hoping to explore a bit deeper.)

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Sour isn't bad. I would try it.

[The chosen colour was reflected in the eyes? That explained what he had seen in that memory, and he hadn't asked how much of it Dirk knew about. It was why he hadn't brought it up, not with the vehemence to keep those shades on at all times.

Keep it smooth, Savage.]

So... your eyes are orange then? And still no laser beams?

[He was quiet for a long moment in time, considering before he sighed heavily.]

Maybe in play, but not in more than that. I have no interest in that kind of power over another. I've seen what it does to others, but... if you want to adventure there, I will play it to see what it is like.

[He didn't sound convinced it was a good thing. He wasn't certain he could.]

So there's plenty of time to make up for until you have your fill of contact. I'll lock you to me or lay on you. That's the price you'll most likely suffer.

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Citrus is a lot different than vegetables. Trust me. (The respect for privacy was admirable and maybe even sweet. Savage's line of questioning has Dirk's brow rising.)

Yes. It's an uncommon color for humans. I believe it might be something to do with the cloning process. My brother had red eyes, but I believe he and I might have some albinoism in our genes. (Or some variant of it anyway.)

No laser beams. But I used to keep my computer in my glasses. Kept everything where I needed it to be at all times.

(He was still trying to figure out a way to get the Omni to work in his glasses instead. Dirk listens carefully, not daring to interrupt. He only speaks when he is certain Savage has said what he needed to on the subject.)

I understand. I can't deny that I have a track record of going power-crazy, so if we did venture that kink, it would be wise to keep me in the pet role for your sake. As much as I'd like to see you in a collar.

(Dirk could live without it. He has been entertaining his own fantasies solo for years.)

Thank fuck for that. Can't promise I will suffer though. You might wake up with some sticky sheets. Please lay on me. Hell, step on me if you want.

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[This was very new to him, since he had certain pressure sensations when it came to his prosthetic. Soft touches were harder to detect, but he had practiced enough to know the barest sensation and knew what kind of pressure he was putting on. He'd never taken an opportunity like this before, so it was going to be a learning experience for them both.]

That's rather broad. There might not be enough time in the night for everything.

[His horns were firmly attached to his skull, and his head moved with a strong enough pull. His rumbling continued, not quite a purr and not a growl.

He didn't resist as he was pulled in, letting their lips meet softly. At first, he just kept it simple in return, getting a feel for human lips on his own. They were soft and warm and inviting, and he found it alluring. He'd never killed a human before.

He lifted his flesh hand so he could curl it behind Dirk's head, fingers threading through golden hair as he pulled Dirk harder against his mouth as he nipped at the younger man's lower lip with his sharp teeth. He leaned forward, still balanced on his knees, and his lips parted to not resist any requested exploration. If anything, he injected his own dark passion into the request, practically daring Dirk to do it.]

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I'll trust your opinion that until I can make the assessment myself. Do you just... eat a lemon? Or do you cook it?

[It was an uncommon eye colour to be certain, but he liked it. So close to his and his brother's to that of the Sith where the Dark Side reigned and influenced.]

Perhaps they had to dilute the material needed to make you? Is that a thing?

[He had killed enough clones to know that they all looked the same, but he had no doubt that it still too tremendous resources in order to make them. It wasn't as if they could just milk the original clone, could they? So if an apocalypse happened, the same could be true in Dirk's humanity case.]

Considering there is no large scale battle, it seems to me that you don't need to keep everything on hand all the time. And I did peel you out of your clothes.

[Now that was an interesting admittance, and one that he hadn't expected. He experienced an initial shift of wariness, but it eased when it seemed that Dirk was going to be the pet in this case. Would the sentiment last? He didn't know.]

Fine. That's agreeable. But I get to wear a collar if it looks good on you because it might look good on me too.

[He hadn't actually been put in a position where he felt he could voice discomfort and have it taken serious. This was... strange.]

I expect to wake with sticky sheets and maybe sticky thighs. It seems like the sleeping arrangements will be agreeable.

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The average person uses it for scents or to keep other food fresh and add flavor. I eat them raw though.

(Because of course he does. Dirk is certifiably crazy.

He liked Savage's eye color for similar reasons. He liked how Savage looked in general. Which he liked to think he made clear by now.)

Got no idea, honestly. I was never involved in the reproduction process for our session. It wasn't my role. I just know some green goo was involved and paradoxical bullshit.

(Definitely a bitch to make from what he remembered the others saying.)

I would rather not let my guard down. There are still threats here. Gods with attitude problems. (Himself included.) But not my glasses.

(For Dirk, he never felt truly out of control. Being the pet would just be another way of playing the situation to his advantage in his opinion, but he would ease into that idea with Savage at another time. There were empowering ways to be submissive in Dirk's opinion.)

It would definitely look good on you too. Collars are sexy.

(Dirk could be real fucked up, but at least he cared about sexual consent. It was one of his more redeeming qualities. The bar was low.)

That's the dream, man. Hey, weird question, but how's the hot water at your place? As much as I love being covered in male juice, I want to shower after. And I gotta admit, I take really long showers.

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We'll stick to the basics for the night then. Let's get some part of you inside of me.

(Because Dirk felt like getting fucked tonight. Maybe another night he would want to take his own ride in Savage, but after seeing Savage strip down for the first time? He wanted to get his world thoroughly rocked by some premium alien cock. He deserved this.

He wondered what other noises Savage could make, how he could draw them out, how loud he could get the guy. He did not want this to be a one-night stand situation. There was too much he wanted to know and Dirk was persistent if anything.

Kissing an alien was nice. More than that, kissing someone who seemed as enthusiastic about it as he was was even nicer. He felt the slightest give in his chest, some degree of vulnerability at this shaky thought of being sincerely wanted for once. He wasn't hoping to fall in love or anything drastic, but this felt like the first time someone had touched him like this. Because they wanted to for themselves and because they were actually attracted to him rather than the idea of him, the idea of what they could be.

It lights him up quicker than he expects. He's desperate for validation and seizes it tightly. He wants to impress Savage to keep his attention and Dirk never did anything half-assed. He didn't want to give this guy any reason to regret tonight.

He likes the hands in his hair. Likes the teeth and the nipping. He sinks his tongue into Savage's mouth the moment he's allowed and he lets himself explore it all; teeth, tongue, the sides of his mouth. His hands slide everywhere with intention, fingers curling around the muscle, sliding over shoulders, touching horns. It's touch starvation being relieved at its finest, but Dirk isn't clumsy in any of his motions. They are all practical, precise, and deliberate. He isn't just touching Savage but memorizing his body, cataloging his favorite parts and the parts he wanted to come back later. His mind was lifting every sensory experience, processing it, saving it into the core of his soul where he would enjoy it later again and again.)

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I'll try them the way you do then.

[And live in eternal regret likely. He didn't know what sort of 'sour' they were talking here, that he was likely to make the most disgusted face when the time came. He was, after all, gamely to try most things even if it involved regret and him washing his mouth out.]

My Master said the Kamanoians were responsible for the clones, and their facilities were vast pristine. Once they outlived their usefulness, they would be dismantled. Perhaps goo is used there too.

[He had never advanced that far into his training to know what it was he was actually meant for. He had been told the major players and how to navigate many of them, but he was an assassin and his missions played on those strengths. As many would decide, he wasn't the most worldly or smart, but he could learn and quickly too. Scientist he would never be.]

Are you planning on taking on the gods? [It actually sounded like something Dirk would do. When it came to combat, the blond seemed to be fearless.] And you told me to leave your glasses alone. When you're ready, you'll take them off for me or let me do it. [Or even better, Savage will dare to wear them and look ridiculous.]

Well, if these meet-ups continue, I'm certain we will explore many, if not, all of your fantasies.

[He appreciated more than he should having a fuck buddy. And it helped that he actually managed to get along with Dirk better than he did with others who just plain decided his way of thinking wasn't in line with their own.]

We live in the city, so lots of hot water. I haven't tested how long it lasts, but you should succeed in washing and lounging.

[He didn't use a lot of water, coming from a place of little. It was habit to make do with as little as possible just in case.]

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[Savage could only snort in amusement to the bold idea of him taking this human, which was what he had planned on the onset, but wasn't about to push if it was going to be daunting. Apparently Dirk was as gamely about this now as when all the posturing had started way back on the network. If he thought he'd be the one in the objectively more dominant position as part of the physical union, he was probably slap himself. Dominant he could be, but he was never one that needed to be 'top'. He was perfectly willing to switch, even encouraged it.

He just hoped Dirk was as sturdy all over as on the beach. Though, there was something pleasing and amusing to the thought of making this smaller human - even if Dirk was big and muscled as one - walk funny the next morning. That was subtlety he could appreciate. Everyone everywhere would probably be bemused by the awkward walk of good sex.

As for touching, there was no way that he was giving up that opportunity either. In the same way that Dirk seemed to be exploring him, he was doing much the same. Of course, he was using his left prosthetic hand, aware that the cold wouldn't last but it would have quite the effect on hot skin. His fingers caressed, cupped and stroked over shoulders, down arms to elbows and then down throat and across chest. His metal thumb stroked back and forth over Dirk's left nipple then his hand slid over to do much the same to the right. Much like Dirk, his touch was assured, experienced but also curious. He was looking for places that seemed most enjoyed, and he was experienced enough to know that being selfish meant no return favours or certainly no return episodes.

He rumbled as Dirk took charge of the kiss, and he did not remain passive. As soon as that warm tongue pushed beyond the boundary of his lips - a dangerous affair most wouldn't take - his tongue jockeyed right back, teasing, poking and stroking Dirk's tongue. He didn't stop the exploration, but he made certain that it was a bit of an enjoyable tongue battle. He huffed and soon enough, he was issued low chuffing sounds.

It felt good to kiss, to touch and be touched. His body was more eager than he would have thought, and he experienced a familiar rising heat of want and lust. His fingers tightened in Dirk's hair as he slowly but surely tried to draw the blond head back so when the time came to break the kiss, he'd be moving his mouth to go for the vulnerable throat. Not yet. The set-up was key, but he was in no hurry, not even as he clenched his fist and used the Force to pull Dirk away from the wall to slide closer to him. He wanted to feel the heat from that younger body. He wanted to have the closeness of skin on skin in little doses right now, all the foreplay he could ever want before it boiled over. By the Winged Goddess' tits, he had missed this.]

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I'll keep an eye out for some then.

(He would no doubt crack up when Savage tried a raw lemon.)

In our situation, we had an idiot kid cloning us. (Not nearly as intense or organized as an entire clone army being produced. Though some part of him did feel like he could relate to feeling as though he had to always be useful or else he may as well be scrap metal.)

I will probably pick a fight with one sooner than later. Might as well see what they're worth. (AKA yup. He's going to try and whoop god ass very soon. He didn't fear death, but he also didn't fear pain. What he feared was incompetency.)

I will. (Of anyone in this place, he could see himself lowering his shades for Savage. He felt like the man wouldn't hold anything against him.)

What about you? Do you have any fantasies you would want to try out?

(Because this wasn't a one-man dance. Dirk was self-centered, but he wasn't selfish. He liked the idea of thrilling Savage as much as he enjoyed the idea of Savage rocking his world.

Like Savage, Dirk found himself deeply grateful for the companionship. It was something he thought he would never have. He intended to keep it going for as long as he was allowed.)

I like to think in the shower. (He actually likes to completely dissociate and travel around in other splints of his soul, but that's more complicated to explain.)

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So, if a humanling created you, how come that person didn't make many of you all at once so you could be together? [He wasn't exactly in touch with the idea of time paradox and multiple realities that could come together or be separate. He knew timelines existed, what with his brother being from after he died and all that, but that was here.]

Don't you think you should learn more about them before throwing your weight around? [His tone made it clear he didn't condemn Dirk for any idea of picking a fight. He would probably relish a good one himself, but he had learned to hold himself back for a good plan before throwing himself in.] I wonder if the gods here can kill you. Since everyone here has to have been changed in order to arrive here.

[He hummed at the question, thinking it over. There were plenty of fantasies of a young Zabrak, but they seemed so out of touch now that he had seen more of the galaxy. And for him, he was all for experimenting on what seemed like a good idea at the time.]

Sort of. It would be interesting to be taken and have my horns be grabbed and used to control my head. When I was experimenting in my village, my horns hadn't been long enough to grasp.

Otherwise, I find thrills in being slammed around. Sex is just another physical altercation sometimes, and denting walls would be exciting.

[He had never spoken of such things to anyone outside of his village, not even his brother. Amazing how having a sexual partner opened him up to actually talking about what he enjoyed about sex.

Think in the shower? That probably wasn't unusual, right? Sometimes he wondered how far into that blond head Dirk wanted to go, or if the depths of it were dangerous.]

Have you... ever had sex in a shower? I haven't.

cw: semi suicidal ideation

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He technically did. Eight of us were made, but I do not believe he had control of where and when we were sent. (Dirk hadn't been a time or space player, so that hadn't been his jurisdiction either. Although he had figured out ways around the problem, that had only been after years.

Dirk shrugs.)

I have been reading up on them. There appears to be a somewhat limited history per the Pthumerians, but there are a few sources that suggest that you can kill some Pthumerians. I'm willing to test it out. (He didn't feel it would be a loss if he did wind up permanently dead, but he sincerely didn't believe that would happen.)

I can technically be killed if certain circumstances are met. But I don't believe it will be much of an issue here.

(One way to find out! But Savage wasn't wrong.)

I can absolutely do that for you. (It would be incredible fucking Savage raw like that. Slamming him around and taking him...Mmm.) We'll add that to our list.

(There were few things Dirk would say no to.

Savage was right to wonder. Dirk could get lost in himself and no one had ever really been around in his life to properly experience that first hand. When all of your relationships had been virtual, there was a lot lost. Dirk didn't really know what was or wasn't normal either.)

No, I haven't. (He sounds intrigued by the idea. He automatically starts to think about Savage dripping wet and glistening with soap. Mmm. It might just be worth sacrificing his quiet time for.)

That would mean you'd see me totally naked. (Hair unstyled and everything.)

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So he was an idiot. Maybe it would have been better for all of you to be raised together.

[After all, for all the clones might be skilled canon fodder, he had seen them treat each other similar to how he and Feral and even how he and Maul treated each other. One could recognize familial bonds when having one themselves, even if Dirk had talked about a brother. He'd even seen that brother in that memory share situation, though how that Dirk measured to this one he was still trying to decide.]

Killing one is probably possible with a good plan. I expect that attacking one might bring more to the fight. [Those of the same species tended to band together unless they were enemies in which case... well, he expected Dirk would find out more about the Pthumerian's alliances with those bold moves.

He'd be watching. It would be useful information for his brother.]

I assume the kind of circumstances that are hard to come by. [And that wasn't him probing for details. He really didn't care to know, preferring the mystery of Dirk's immortality. It was exciting as it was dangerous.]

Oh, we have a list now? You do seem the sort to have such matters written down and crossing it off.

[It bemused him that there was a list. He had gone into this thinking it would be one-off, maybe another time or two. At least he thought neither of them had gone into this with expectations of something long-term, not that he would deny it had benefits. Someone familiar with him and his body and also someone he could trust even if there was emotional distance.

Of course, it was his turn to add to the list that apparently existed. Shower sex. That would be interesting, given he wasn't much for 'wasting' water.] Are you adding that to this list too?

[Savage chuffed in an affectionate way.] I've already seen you naked. Aside from your shades. I expect you're attractive now matter how much of a mess I encounter or leave you.

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(Dirk felt similarly. He preferred being able to switch depending on the mood, the situation, and he would rather not be caged to one position over another. Tonight, he wanted to see what Savage could do to him. He felt confident in his ability to take whatever Savage wanted to give him.

The more Savage touched him, the more invested Dirk became. The more he let himself let go of any remaining anxiety or tension. Savage's wandering mouth and hands made him feel wanted. With Jake, he had always felt more paranoid about the masculine shape of his own body turning his best friend off, of not being what Jake really wanted. He had always felt like he was a disappointment just by virtue of not being a chick.

None of that was present now. He was instead consumed by how some parts of his body were being touched by another living being for the very first time. He might not be a virgin, but most of his body was still virgin territory. His nipples perk up easily enough, but he responds more around his neck, his hips, his stomach. The only real evidence was the way his skin rippled with goosebumps and he gave small shivers. He tried to actively keep himself from making noises.

Though he couldn't help the breathy sighs that escaped him between kisses. He definitely liked kissing, he decided, when the kissing was good. His own stomach was starting to pleasantly burn, warmth dripping between his legs. His cock had already started to swell in interest.

What does get a noise out of Dirk is when he's abruptly moved from the wall. A surprised gasp leaves his mouth and he winds up gazing at Savage in muted wonder.)

That was hot. (And unexpected. He entertains the idea of splinting right now, giving Savage a little show of two Dirks for the price of one, but decides they could do that another time. He slides his legs around Savage's waist, pulling them flush together. He wraps his arms around Savage's neck, kissing him harder than before, more desperate.

He missed this and needed this.)