[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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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.]