(Holy shit. Dirk loved men so much. Okay, so there were slivers of happiness in his life, but maybe it didn't count when it was pure carnal desire spurred on by some shot of adrenaline. When Savage gives his howling challenge, Dirk spreads his feet apart and smirks broadly. It would have been easy to just fly up into the air or use his speed to his advantage, but he wanted to feel what this guy could do to him.
So what does Dirk do? He doesn't go at Savage at all. He braces himself for impact, eager to feel what that body would feel like hitting his full speed, full strength if the guy would punch him or try to throw him back. It was better than Christmas morning and he had never even celebrated Christmas a day in his life.)
C'mon, hot stuff.
(But Dirk likes to win too much to just take it. So just as those last few feet were cropping up, he backflips elegantly, swiftly out of the way. He bounces on his feet, feeling elastic and excited. Now that Savage was closer, they could really get their play on.)
You can do better than a straight charge. I'll even slow down for you and everything. (Isn't he sweet? But of course, there's a mocking edge to his voice, because what was a fight without a little trash-talking?)
Won't even fly. See? I can be perfectly submissive.
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So what does Dirk do? He doesn't go at Savage at all. He braces himself for impact, eager to feel what that body would feel like hitting his full speed, full strength if the guy would punch him or try to throw him back. It was better than Christmas morning and he had never even celebrated Christmas a day in his life.)
C'mon, hot stuff.
(But Dirk likes to win too much to just take it. So just as those last few feet were cropping up, he backflips elegantly, swiftly out of the way. He bounces on his feet, feeling elastic and excited. Now that Savage was closer, they could really get their play on.)
You can do better than a straight charge. I'll even slow down for you and everything. (Isn't he sweet? But of course, there's a mocking edge to his voice, because what was a fight without a little trash-talking?)
Won't even fly. See? I can be perfectly submissive.