[Sounds like something he had told Feral on at least one occasion but probably more when his younger brother was being a whiny pest. It was true though, and he was used to having to fight for absolutely everything that came to him. If he wanted to earn anything out of Dirk, there would be a fight because they both seemed to enjoy that. Verbally, he was usually just stubborn, but physically... he knew how to work someone over.
One of the more interesting parts of harnessing the Black Market and the criminal underworld was that sex was sold as frequently as weapons or drugs. Some meetings didn't happen without being inside of some sweet smelling establishment for peddling flesh and there were plenty of scents that seemed to go on, into or around a body. Thankfully Dirk was sensible.
He coated his flesh fingers with the lubricant as his metal one slid under where Dirk was laying to elevate his hips and ass up some. He paused to add a sharp nip to the swell of a hip bone at the assurance that no squealing would be had.] Then let's see what noises I can wring from you, resistance or no. I hope your immortality comes with stamina....
[That might be the only warning he gave that his height and muscles weren't the only big thing about him. Twin hearts meant that he didn't fatigue quickly or easily, not that he had divulged that part yet. He'd let it be a surprise for another time, if it needed to come up at all.
Flesh hand moved under Dirk and he started with petting the younger man's hole to be a touch of a tease but also spread a bit of lube there. Never too much, and he was uncertain if his girth was going to be a major issue. Time would tell, but he was keen to fuck Dirk into a pliable mess.
With that in mind, his mouth returned to kissing and nipping his way further south to his first goal. At the same time, he began to work his first digit into Dirk, careful with his claws which probably added a hot element of danger knowing who he was about to sleep with. His tongue flicked out beyond his sharp teeth to drag from root to tip of Dirk's cock, and he could and would take cues from the hand on his horns.]
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[Sounds like something he had told Feral on at least one occasion but probably more when his younger brother was being a whiny pest. It was true though, and he was used to having to fight for absolutely everything that came to him. If he wanted to earn anything out of Dirk, there would be a fight because they both seemed to enjoy that. Verbally, he was usually just stubborn, but physically... he knew how to work someone over.
One of the more interesting parts of harnessing the Black Market and the criminal underworld was that sex was sold as frequently as weapons or drugs. Some meetings didn't happen without being inside of some sweet smelling establishment for peddling flesh and there were plenty of scents that seemed to go on, into or around a body. Thankfully Dirk was sensible.
He coated his flesh fingers with the lubricant as his metal one slid under where Dirk was laying to elevate his hips and ass up some. He paused to add a sharp nip to the swell of a hip bone at the assurance that no squealing would be had.] Then let's see what noises I can wring from you, resistance or no. I hope your immortality comes with stamina....
[That might be the only warning he gave that his height and muscles weren't the only big thing about him. Twin hearts meant that he didn't fatigue quickly or easily, not that he had divulged that part yet. He'd let it be a surprise for another time, if it needed to come up at all.
Flesh hand moved under Dirk and he started with petting the younger man's hole to be a touch of a tease but also spread a bit of lube there. Never too much, and he was uncertain if his girth was going to be a major issue. Time would tell, but he was keen to fuck Dirk into a pliable mess.
With that in mind, his mouth returned to kissing and nipping his way further south to his first goal. At the same time, he began to work his first digit into Dirk, careful with his claws which probably added a hot element of danger knowing who he was about to sleep with. His tongue flicked out beyond his sharp teeth to drag from root to tip of Dirk's cock, and he could and would take cues from the hand on his horns.]