[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.]
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[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?