(Dirk felt similarly. He preferred being able to switch depending on the mood, the situation, and he would rather not be caged to one position over another. Tonight, he wanted to see what Savage could do to him. He felt confident in his ability to take whatever Savage wanted to give him.
The more Savage touched him, the more invested Dirk became. The more he let himself let go of any remaining anxiety or tension. Savage's wandering mouth and hands made him feel wanted. With Jake, he had always felt more paranoid about the masculine shape of his own body turning his best friend off, of not being what Jake really wanted. He had always felt like he was a disappointment just by virtue of not being a chick.
None of that was present now. He was instead consumed by how some parts of his body were being touched by another living being for the very first time. He might not be a virgin, but most of his body was still virgin territory. His nipples perk up easily enough, but he responds more around his neck, his hips, his stomach. The only real evidence was the way his skin rippled with goosebumps and he gave small shivers. He tried to actively keep himself from making noises.
Though he couldn't help the breathy sighs that escaped him between kisses. He definitely liked kissing, he decided, when the kissing was good. His own stomach was starting to pleasantly burn, warmth dripping between his legs. His cock had already started to swell in interest.
What does get a noise out of Dirk is when he's abruptly moved from the wall. A surprised gasp leaves his mouth and he winds up gazing at Savage in muted wonder.)
That was hot. (And unexpected. He entertains the idea of splinting right now, giving Savage a little show of two Dirks for the price of one, but decides they could do that another time. He slides his legs around Savage's waist, pulling them flush together. He wraps his arms around Savage's neck, kissing him harder than before, more desperate.
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The more Savage touched him, the more invested Dirk became. The more he let himself let go of any remaining anxiety or tension. Savage's wandering mouth and hands made him feel wanted. With Jake, he had always felt more paranoid about the masculine shape of his own body turning his best friend off, of not being what Jake really wanted. He had always felt like he was a disappointment just by virtue of not being a chick.
None of that was present now. He was instead consumed by how some parts of his body were being touched by another living being for the very first time. He might not be a virgin, but most of his body was still virgin territory. His nipples perk up easily enough, but he responds more around his neck, his hips, his stomach. The only real evidence was the way his skin rippled with goosebumps and he gave small shivers. He tried to actively keep himself from making noises.
Though he couldn't help the breathy sighs that escaped him between kisses. He definitely liked kissing, he decided, when the kissing was good. His own stomach was starting to pleasantly burn, warmth dripping between his legs. His cock had already started to swell in interest.
What does get a noise out of Dirk is when he's abruptly moved from the wall. A surprised gasp leaves his mouth and he winds up gazing at Savage in muted wonder.)
That was hot. (And unexpected. He entertains the idea of splinting right now, giving Savage a little show of two Dirks for the price of one, but decides they could do that another time. He slides his legs around Savage's waist, pulling them flush together. He wraps his arms around Savage's neck, kissing him harder than before, more desperate.
He missed this and needed this.)