Mmm. Most people don't take me off guard enough for me to bother with noise.
(He liked to play hard on every level. It was more out of stubbornness to appear cool and collected at all times rather than shyness. His obsession with control invaded every element of his life. Savage certainly would need to work overtime, but Dirk wanted to get noises out of Savage too. He had no interest in being passive.
He liked seeing Savage grin. He liked that metal hand on him as much as the flesh one. He couldn't tell which he preferred. The sharp teeth were even better. He's just about to grab one of Savage's horns when suddenly he's dropped onto his back. There's another gasp and then a small huff of laughter.)
Now you're just being feisty.
(And he was not going to say no to it. He only really pulls away from Savage so he could rest back against his own pillows. He reaches around to the cinderblock bedside table to where he had a small black jar of something like lube. He winds up dropping it next to them on the bed.)
Would you like me to prep myself? (It's a sincere question. Jake had struggled with that sort of thing. Dirk, on the other hand, had been playing with himself like that forever. He didn't mind if Savage would prefer it. Hell, he'd put on a show with it and everything if the guy wanted it.)
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(He liked to play hard on every level. It was more out of stubbornness to appear cool and collected at all times rather than shyness. His obsession with control invaded every element of his life. Savage certainly would need to work overtime, but Dirk wanted to get noises out of Savage too. He had no interest in being passive.
He liked seeing Savage grin. He liked that metal hand on him as much as the flesh one. He couldn't tell which he preferred. The sharp teeth were even better. He's just about to grab one of Savage's horns when suddenly he's dropped onto his back. There's another gasp and then a small huff of laughter.)
Now you're just being feisty.
(And he was not going to say no to it. He only really pulls away from Savage so he could rest back against his own pillows. He reaches around to the cinderblock bedside table to where he had a small black jar of something like lube. He winds up dropping it next to them on the bed.)
Would you like me to prep myself? (It's a sincere question. Jake had struggled with that sort of thing. Dirk, on the other hand, had been playing with himself like that forever. He didn't mind if Savage would prefer it. Hell, he'd put on a show with it and everything if the guy wanted it.)