Nothing is truly satisfying if it isn't properly earned.
(Not in his books anyway. Granted, he was being something of a slut right now, sleeping with this guy after having only known him for less than 24 hours. But damn if he cared. He had been denied his slut phase and he was going to grab it by the horns. In this case, that was quite literal and this was already going down in the books as the best time he's had sexually.
Not that there was much to compare to, but he was fairly certain that even if there was, this would be up there. Dirk was glad he had a bit of a jittery desperation for sex. It meant that despite his inexperience, he was comfortable with sex, comfortable with his own body due to extensive masturbation sessions.
There really was no elegance to the tattoo. It was the product of Dirk giving himself a shaky tattoo when he was a dumbass teenager, but he did love it, even if it was bittersweet.
The contents inside were nearly odorless. As much as he liked a nice scent, he knew those nice scents usually shouldn't go inside of someone. He stares back at Savage and realizes that the man was actually interested in taking care of him.)
Word. Cool. (Yeah, right. People did that. He did that. He felt another curl of interest in his stomach. Dirk was, to no one's surprise, a complete peacock. He wasn't used to the attention and it was making him flourish. God knows this was planting some seeds for an increased obsession with Savage in the future, but they could deal with that later.)
I don't squeal. (That much he figured. He smirks.) But I would certainly love to see you try.
(He slides his legs apart as Savage nips his way south. He rests his hand against Savage's head, deciding that he really liked the horns. He liked hair too, but with Savage, he didn't miss it whatsoever. The bald look suited Savage well.)
It's a noise humans can make, sure. (He strokes a thumb against the base of one of Savage's horns.)
no subject
(Not in his books anyway. Granted, he was being something of a slut right now, sleeping with this guy after having only known him for less than 24 hours. But damn if he cared. He had been denied his slut phase and he was going to grab it by the horns. In this case, that was quite literal and this was already going down in the books as the best time he's had sexually.
Not that there was much to compare to, but he was fairly certain that even if there was, this would be up there. Dirk was glad he had a bit of a jittery desperation for sex. It meant that despite his inexperience, he was comfortable with sex, comfortable with his own body due to extensive masturbation sessions.
There really was no elegance to the tattoo. It was the product of Dirk giving himself a shaky tattoo when he was a dumbass teenager, but he did love it, even if it was bittersweet.
The contents inside were nearly odorless. As much as he liked a nice scent, he knew those nice scents usually shouldn't go inside of someone. He stares back at Savage and realizes that the man was actually interested in taking care of him.)
Word. Cool. (Yeah, right. People did that. He did that. He felt another curl of interest in his stomach. Dirk was, to no one's surprise, a complete peacock. He wasn't used to the attention and it was making him flourish. God knows this was planting some seeds for an increased obsession with Savage in the future, but they could deal with that later.)
I don't squeal. (That much he figured. He smirks.) But I would certainly love to see you try.
(He slides his legs apart as Savage nips his way south. He rests his hand against Savage's head, deciding that he really liked the horns. He liked hair too, but with Savage, he didn't miss it whatsoever. The bald look suited Savage well.)
It's a noise humans can make, sure. (He strokes a thumb against the base of one of Savage's horns.)
If I feel one coming, I'll make sure to resist.