(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.