(This was incredibly different. For all his talk, Dirk was woefully inexperienced physically. But mentally? He's had about every fantasizes a gay dude could have about other guys and then some. He had a lot of time in isolation to think about it. Jake was great, but they had just been dumb teenagers in a world falling apart. There wasn't much to say or think about what had transpired between them physically. It certainly didn't come close to touching this and Dirk would never have expected it to.
Still, it makes his skin flush and he's already analyzing all of his own reactions, categorizing them neatly into his head.
Thankfully for Savage, Dirk's a paleblood, so the most his blood might do is make one feel more emotionally open. Otherwise, it was just pretty to look at, pale as Dirk himself and the moon above.
Dirk doesn't make a sound, but there is the slightest hitch in his breathing to suggest that he liked this. That it did something. It was a rush. He felt real and that was the only way he could think of it. His hand loosens somewhat around Savage's horn and he hopes that he walks away from this with a long-lasting bruise or two.)
I should put a disclaimer out here that I'm not fucking in sand.
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(This was incredibly different. For all his talk, Dirk was woefully inexperienced physically. But mentally? He's had about every fantasizes a gay dude could have about other guys and then some. He had a lot of time in isolation to think about it. Jake was great, but they had just been dumb teenagers in a world falling apart. There wasn't much to say or think about what had transpired between them physically. It certainly didn't come close to touching this and Dirk would never have expected it to.
Still, it makes his skin flush and he's already analyzing all of his own reactions, categorizing them neatly into his head.
Thankfully for Savage, Dirk's a paleblood, so the most his blood might do is make one feel more emotionally open. Otherwise, it was just pretty to look at, pale as Dirk himself and the moon above.
Dirk doesn't make a sound, but there is the slightest hitch in his breathing to suggest that he liked this. That it did something. It was a rush. He felt real and that was the only way he could think of it. His hand loosens somewhat around Savage's horn and he hopes that he walks away from this with a long-lasting bruise or two.)
I should put a disclaimer out here that I'm not fucking in sand.