[Even with Ruin latched onto his back, arms and shoulders - something he was used to - he watched Dirk with just as much cool consideration. He considered most humans were dysfunctional, but this might be one of the few to actually outright admit it. That admittance shouldn't make him comfortable, but he did experience a disarming effect.
Stupid human immortal. Maybe his brother was onto something. Maul needed to stop being right about so many things in his life.]
If you're shitty at any kind of relationship, and the only relationship I can hold together the one with my brother, we likely will go down in flames no matter our association.
[He tightened his grip on Dirk's wrists, sitting up again so he could pull those arms up. Then he rolled his shoulder.]
Ruin, backpack.
[The rathtar knew only two commands, and one of them was backpack. It rolled off of his shoulder onto Dirk's chest, teeth snagging any material and maybe some flesh if there was wiggling and then tentacles moved to curl all around Dirk. Arms, legs, around torso, neck. Anything that was available.
Savage rose from where he was sitting on Dirk to make room for the rathtar.]
No point staying here getting sand in your ass crack.
[He reached down and grasped the back of the rathter and picked the pair of them up.]
(No, he actually liked it, but it has been a long time since he has kissed someone he's actually wanted to kiss like that. He also didn't like to test his luck with guys. Some paranoid part of him still wondered if he had kissed Jake less if Jake would have felt less overwhelmed by the whole being with a dude thing.
Dirk knew he was a whole Situation. It would be pointless to pretend to deny it. He might not know down to a psychological diagnosis what's wrong with him, but one would have to be an absolute idiot to miss the glaring red flags of his personality type. He wished he could write it off as being moody and upset about being alone his whole life, but it went deeper than that. It wasn't something he could exclusively blame on a bad childhood.
Savage, on the other hand, seemed...Secure. In a way that Dirk couldn't quite define yet but he was already more comfortable with Savage than he had ever been with Jake. Not that that was a particularly high bar to get over, but it's his only point of real comparison.)
Good thing I love playing with fire then.
(If his eyes were visible right now, he would totally be winking.
Dirk lets himself be lifted. He's not deadweight, though, not quite used to playing completely submissive no matter how much he liked the idea of it. He watches Savage curiously.)
Oh, hello. Okay. (That's not where he thought this was going. He has a split-second moment of wondering what the fuck he actually agreed to before realizing he was down for whatever Savage was about to do.)
What the fuck- (Okay. Okay. He was literally being hauled off, apparently.)
Is this a preview of our evening together? 'Cause I gotta say, I've made so many interactive porno games that involved tentacles that I have a few ideas.
(Okay. A place. Where.)
Dude, you've been here longer than me. You pick. I'll oblige. The only place I really know is my pad and that's not ready for guests yet.
Indifferent? [He took a moment as he began the trek off of the beach with his pet and his current prize to consider that simple answer.] Perhaps you've never had someone enthusiastic about kissing?
[Kissing was usually a simple manner of showing affection, though with Zabrak they tended to gently headbutt or nuzzle each other. That didn't mean he hadn't kissed before because he had and found it pleasant. Sometimes it was an easy - if ineffective - way to quiet a noisy interaction.
As curious as he was about this and as lonely he had been thanks to the effects on his person the last two months, he expected that there would be an inevitability of any interactions between them. He had learned that broken people no matter their species were very good at self-destructing when things were going well, and from what he had seen, Dirk had admitted to being broken and Savage knew he had plenty of his own personality issues.
But the potential physicality of it was attractive. Maybe for an hour or two they could be a little less lonely.]
Ruin will not be joining us for this evening beyond getting you to where we need to go. You said you want to be put in a submission position, so here you go. I may not be able to fly like you, but I can clip your wings.
[And yes, he was walking right through the Boardwalk with Dirk wrapped up in his rathtar, not providing any level of care of anyone that turned to look.]
Our options are a random place with no guarantee for privacy. My place where my brother may drop in for offering instruction. Or your flat; if it has walls and a roof, it's fine for guests that will slam you around against them.
That may be a possibility. I'm not opposed to trying harder.
(Especially with Savage. The guy seemed like he might be a passionate kisser among other things.
There was something easier about interacting with someone who realized people weren't good at being perfect. Even when someone like Dirk tried his best to come across as perfect at all times. That in and of itself was a product of his issues. At least he didn't need to have a good personality to find a casual hook-up.
It would be nice to have companionship. It would be nicer too if there was an orgasm or two to come out of it.)
Interesting take on domination. (He likes it though. It was straightforward.) My wings are neatly tied down, not clipped.
(To Dirk's credit, he doesn't care for stares either.)
Fine, all right. Let's find the nearest lamp though. It's out by the Salt Lake so walking there would take forever.
(His place was perfectly fine for guests. He had just figured it would be wiser to isolate how many people knew where he was, but maybe a potential fuck-buddy would be a decent person to be in the know.)
[And if Dirk didn't like kissing, so be it. Not everyone liked every form of intimacy, and that was perfectly acceptable. In dalliances like these, it was about having a moment of pleasure with someone else, right? He expected the general goals remained the same, and as long as such matters didn't interfere with training, hunting or other duties then it was fine.]
Is there another way you would prefer I take it? [He was a very direct individual, and dominance tended to be physical for species.] I'm open to hearing suggestions from you.
[He changed his direction now that he had actually part of town to head to, approaching one of the lamp posts and looking it up and down. He didn't always trust them, expecting at some point there would be a malfunction and he'd be shot out somewhere random.
Still, it was faster, so he made use of it anyway to take them to Salt Lake. Ruin squeaked in protest and clung tighter.]
Quiet, you have a new place to eat things. [He looked down at Dirk.] Where to?
(Dirk would quickly realize he definitely enjoyed kissing someone who wasn't having second thoughts about kissing him.
He hesitates after the question, actually contemplating it.)
Not that I can think of. I'll see where the night goes and send you a review later.
(Is he being serious? Most likely. Dirk was fucking weird.
Maybe it was because he lived a bizarre reality that relied on video game mechanics, but the lamps didn't stress Dirk out too badly. There's no fun in traveling through the woods - a major reason as to why Dirk chose such a secluded place, to begin with. He grunts quietly when Ruin clings a bit more tightly to him. It didn't hurt.)
I hope I'm on someone's menu tonight. (Said idly, under his breath. He tips his head. Smoke begins to roll off of him, taking the shape of a seagull before finally an actual seagull swoops out. His omen flaps ahead.)
Just follow Atlas. (Not that it was too complicated of a path. There's a cabin tucked away against the line of trees. A fence post is decorated with two orange lanterns hanging over a stone path to the house. What looked like a horse stood in the front yard, incense smoke pouring out of its mouth, and upon closer inspection, it was just a metal sculpture made to look like a horse.)
Hate to break it to you, but you'll probably have to let me go so I can get us inside safely.
[Send him a review later? He had never had that happen before, mostly because he'd lived in a closed village where sending a review was mostly gauged around if there was a second dalliance in future. But, there were things that Dirk said that made little to no sense to him.]
Don't put any review in writing.
[The woods were generally where he hunted, so he was perfectly comfortable out here despite all the weirdness that sometimes came from the tainted beasts he often had to put down as part of his occupation. So he stalked along the trail and glanced down at Dirk still in his possession - well, Ruin's possession.]
If you want Ruin to chew on you, all you have you do is ask.
[He followed the strange shore bird, spotting the lanterns that glowed in the gloom of the evening. It wasn't difficult to also pick out the cabin, which he approached and stopped in front of the glow. He gave Ruin - and Dirk - a shake.]
Release, Ruin. Go eat something.
[A hissy squeak and then tentacles loosened before letting go entirely. Ruin gave Dirk a little chewing before rolling off and heading off away from the cabin to find anything moving and living to eat. Such a simple life.]
I dunno, dude. There are all kinds of internet forms that practically demand I review hot, steamy alien sex.
(He's a slave to the masses, Savage. What would his fans do if he fell silent on such a pivotal life experience?
There are more important things than teasing Savage though. Primarily, boning Savage. Or getting boned by Savage. Dirk was open-minded. He moves to enter his humble abode- and it really is quite humble for the moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shack up permanently here, but it would work as a good safehouse. There were metal hunks everywhere. One of his robots sat in the corner, an identical replica of Dirk except in silver metal parts fused together. It lifts its head, red lenses reflecting briefly.)
Stand down, Brobot. (The command translates well and the robot lowers its head.)
So. (Dirk's realizing that this is his first actual attempt at a random lay. He has literally no fucking clue what he's doing, but he'd rather die than act like that. The kitchen's right there so he tucks his hands into his pockets and pivots on his heel, leaning a hip back against the island.
Act cool.)
Should I offer you a drink here or do you just want to skip the bullshit and head to the bedroom?
[Savage huffed and shook his head because he highly doubted anything about this was going to be considered hot and steamy, though perhaps Dirk had such low expectations that fumbling and being rough was considered worth any kind of review.]
How about we keep this on the quiet side until we've proven we both enjoy it?
[He stepped into the cabin and looked around, the glow of his eyes standing out in the dark. He stepped over metal pieces strewn around like he was used to doing so. He looked around, and it was the kind of simple abode that he could appreciate. He did pause briefly at the droid activating to his presence, but he didn't break it because Dirk deactivated it just as quickly.]
You build droids that look like yourself? [That was a bit... sad, wasn't it?
He looked at Dirk, perceiving a touch of inexperience with the stance and the gamely attitude. He looked around as he continued to move forward, and he stepped into the kitchen area with a low rattling growling sound from his throat.]
I don't think we're here for your hospitality skills. How about we see how far your courage goes for this?
(It's kind of true, but de Nile river was a beautiful sight this time of year. The request for privacy makes Dirk hesitate a second and feel a weird shift. He shuts off the part of his mind that springs up with paranoia, swiftly and effectively, his face a blank mask.)
You want to keep it on the downlow. Sure. I get it.
(He shrugs as if to show how unbothered he was by the idea. And he wasn't...Bothered. It just made him feel weird in a way he didn't feel like examining right now.)
Sure. It's the most familiar idea of a human I've got. (Even though he did consume plenty of media, he had spent more of his life with the idea of himself as the only real idea of a currently existing human male.)
I had another droid that looks like a bunny.
(With sunglasses like his, but still!)
Well, thank fuck 'cause I don't got any. (He's actually kind of relieved. He slips away from the counter. Part of him wants to grab Savage's hand to lead him, but instead, he just nods his head for Savage to follow.)
It'll go all the way if you let it. (He heads to his bedroom, which is a bit more of a mess, but at least he has a spacious mattress. The bed wasn't made, but it was clean, the sheets smelling a bit like citrus. There was no bedframe. The bed was just on the floor, and the ground was littered with clothes, puppets, and robot parts, yet again.
There were some random knives sticking out of the wall, and he had already hung up a few artistic pictures of muscular men dressed up as horses. Sorry, Savage.
It really did seem like he had just arrived and was still figuring out what to do with himself. He spins around to face Savage yet again, hand on hip, other hand in air.)
Okay, ground rules. First, the glasses stay on during sex. Second, I can do top or bottom. Third, you can slap my ass but I'll break your jaw if you try and slap my face. It will just make my fight or fight reaction kick. You can pull my hair, but if you pull it out, I will be pissed and not in a sexy way.
[He watched the change in how Dirk held himself, and a part of him wanted to ignore it because what was the point? He wasn't one to gloat about his conquests, and he also wasn't even certain how well this would work given he was so much bigger and filled out than any of his previous experiences. They could both fail miserably and promise to never speak of it again.
At first, he decided it wasn't worth questioning why Dirk went from trying to impress him with hospitality to guarded. Or maybe uncomfortable? One of the two, he thought.]
It looks nothing like the droids I've had experience with. How breakable is it?
[Savage was not above smashing droids when they were in the way, even if they had technically been on his side at the time. If they were in the way, they had to go. Also, they were easier to practice certain lightsaber forms with rather than let his Master beat him into the ground over and over.
He cast one last lingering look to the droid before following Dirk through the small abode to the bedroom, and it was better than most in his opinion. It wasn't fancy, and no bedframe meant that there was nothing to break. It was for the best in his opinion. He stepped over more machinery parts and looked around. He lifted a finger to push against the hilts of one of the knives, letting it wobble in the wall before moving on.
Yet, he turned to stare at Dirk when there were ground rules. How novel. He'd never dealt in safe words or rules before, and he was curious of the fact there were so many. Some more warnings than rules, but he rubbed his chin with his fingers as he considered. Did he have rules? Aside from 'no' means 'no', he couldn't think of any.]
Do you shoot laser bolts from your eyes? [It was a pressing question that needed answering.] I don't... have rules. Or safe words. Only if you or I says stop or no, we do.
[On one hand, he felt a little foolish for not having rules, and it called into question so many things that could be wrong with his upbringing. They were raised to push the limits, to follow orders and give them, but in the end, they were slaves to the Nightsisters and no amount of 'stop' or 'no' would be given an ear.
More importantly, he rounded back to the kitchen conversation as he approached Dirk. He should just let it go, but they had been upfront with each other so far and he could appreciate that.]
Something happened when I said to keep this quiet. Why?
Not very. It's a combat droid so it's meant to take a serious beating.
(Granted, there were always improvements to be made. Brobot's core was made of sturdier stuff than traditional metals. It was far more future-tech than it might have appeared. There were other droids in the house, but they were probably somewhere in the backyard having another epic rap battle.
Dirk stares back at Savage after he's laid out the rules. Dirk was more than a Type A personality. If he didn't feel like he had absolute control and jurisdiction over a situation? Yeah, no. That just didn't happen. It wasn't an option.)
No. (He wished though.) Works for me. No means no. Clear enough stipulation.
(Dirk might develop more rules later, but as of right now, his experience was woefully limited. He's hoping to move the situation to some form of nudity, even moving his fingers to the edge of his own shirt when Savage asks an unexpected question. His arms fall flat next to his sides and he stares at Savage.)
I was just thinking. (Obviously. Overthinking, more like.) It's unimportant.
(He gazes away from Savage, to the bed.) You really do not need to be exposed to my head issues. I'd rather keep it light.
I wish to fight your droid in future then. It would be good practice.
[The Clone Wars was all about mass production, and while improvements were made, even the basic model 631 droids had their uses. They were easily destroyed by someone that knew how, but their numbers made them effective. So, yes, he wanted to know more about Dirk and the droids. An immortal human and his army of droids could be entertaining.
Simple answer and he had no reason to pressure more than that. Sunglasses stayed on for whatever they did. He could appreciate the need to guard certain features.]
What's your... safe word again?
[He didn't even know how one would be used, but he imagined it had something to do along the lines of stoppage of any activity if it was sounded. Kind of like surrender but with less potential for prison camps. Or nothing like that, but he expected that he would find out if it ever came up. After all, Dirk could seemingly shove him through a wall or two if he crossed a boundary.
He gave a soft amused noise in his throat as he began to unstrap his paldrons and slip them down his arms and onto the floor out of the way.]
My brother is Darth Maul; I doubt your head issues can top his. His hatred and fury are so deep he survived being cut in half. This isn't going to work if you aren't comfortable.
(He preferred to keep Brobot up to speed and in use. Nothing sadder than a robot left behind. One day they really would have to arrange a sweet showdown. Dirk was sure it would be satisfying on every level.)
Fluttershy.
(It would be clear once it happened - if it happened. Dirk had never actually used a safeword before mostly because he felt he probably didn't have a limit that could be met. It's true enough that he'd rather put Savage through a wall if he felt startled rather than actually stop what was going on.
Dirk's a bit relieved to see Savage start to undress. He gets working on his own shoes, snapping off his belt.)
There are different head issues. It's not really a competition. I don't really have anger issues. (He drops the belt.)
I'm fine. But I guess I want to know why you want to keep it private?
[He looked forward to it. Combat was something that he derived a great amount of joy out of, and it might just be the only thing so far. Sure he liked the Lego projects, but they didn't exactly get the blood pumping and his adrenaline up.]
Right. The pony no one can be aroused over.
[He would prefer the far more direct kick through walls than having to consider a word. He was more of a direct sort, not that he was against having moments of softness and slowing down. He didn't consider any of this a race to the finish. He worked open the snaps and then the zipper of his breastplate, working it slowly off of his shoulders and down his arms, removing it in one piece.]
My brother is a complex set of issues. [But they weren't here to actually talk about his brother. That would just make it weird.] You lived alone, you said. Social species aren't meant to live alone.
[He was pulling his black fabric tunic over his head when Dirk replied with a question of his own.]
Because my affairs behind close doors are mine. I don't choose to have things for myself often, so when I do, I like to keep it as much mine as possible. [He sighed through his nose.] My brother and his weird female are very nosy. They'll want to celebrate like I'm losing my virginity or something. They probably mean well, but I dislike the attention.
[He folded his tunic and dropped it on his breastplate.] I'm not ashamed of any of this. Most of my experience is with males.
Not unless they're a total freak. And not the sexy kind of freak.
(Savage was learning. Dirk was so proud. Dirk didn't anticipate moments of softness. Not just with Savage, but across the board. People who lived soft life didn't know how to brace for soft gestures.
Dirk gracefully slips his shirt off without disturbing his glasses. He has a muscular form, lean, and riddled with various scars. Mostly sword scars, but a few other knicks. Those had come from before his immortality. There was an abundance of freckles over his shoulders. He watches Savage from the corner of his eye dressing down.)
I have no doubt he is. (There were complex ways people got fucked up by.) No, I suppose they aren't. It can make social interactions tricky to understand.
(Which is the closest he will get to admitting he felt awkward sometimes just by being around others.
As Savage explains his desire for privacy, Dirk actually begins to relax. His theories had been far worse in his head. He slips out of his jeans, leaving him in just plain orange boxer briefs. His socks come off last.)
Okay, I can respect that. (And he actually can, his tone more confident and comfortable than the shuttered one from before. He smirks at Savage.) I will keep it insufferably vague then. (The idea of holding the 'did they or didn't they' thing over someone's head was thrilling.)
Okay, cool. (It was cool. He felt better by miles. This wasn't a Jake situation. This was just two adults. He moves to sit on the middle of the bed, sprawling against it.)
I'm still not certain how a four legged herbivore has such a purity.
[He expected that Dirk would expose him to this source of purity eventually, and he wasn't certain exactly how to prepare himself for it. He'd never seen cartoons before, so he couldn't even imagine the appeal.
He didn't even bother to hide him regarding Dirk with the shirt gone, soon to be followed by the pants. He actually paused to gawk at the orange boxers because 1) he'd never seen boxers before and 2) they were very orange and drew much attention. It seemed to him that orange was a theme when it came to Dirk.
He was, by now, bare chested and more of his tribal tattoos exposed. He bore scars of his own, but generally one had to be close to see them because both his skin tone and his tattoos made them difficult to pick out. The only extremely obvious ones were twin two inch in diameter burn scars that were at the bottom of his rib cage, and as he bent down to remove his boots, the other two just below his shoulder blades would be obvious.]
It does. [So, as he thought before, this was like dealing with a human and less temperamental version of his brother who had been raised by droids and a Sith Lord.] And those old lessons of personal survival are hard to break down. I've dealt with someone who grew up similarly. I can handle it if you need space.
[If he became friendly enough, he also knew when the force his way into that need for space when it became detrimental. After all, Maul had to be forced to enjoy his company.
Boots off before he was removing his pants. Sorry, there was no underwear of any sort to speak of. Mother Talzin clearly hadn't thought it important enough when creating his armour, and it wasn't the kind of material one spared in the village when there wasn't much to begin with. No, he was very naked and seemed very comfortable in his own skin. After all, he was used to be appraised on Dathomir. And yes, there were tattoos all over.]
Vague is best, believe me. You don't want the kind of headaches that come from those that choose to be pushy about what I do.
[He stopped when his bare feet touched the bed and he leaned down.]
Are those some kind of bait? [He pointed at the boxers. His other hand was already moving to seize the bottom edge to pull them off.]
This is something straight from one of his rawest wetdreams. He was going to die happy tonight. If he died. He'd let this guy fuck him to death 100%. Immediately. Anywhere anytime.
(Dirk manages to keep all of this completely internalized. The only indication of how into this he was was the slight flush on his cheeks and shoulders. He doesn't even remember to acknowledge the My Little Pony thing. Not important anymore. Nothing was really important anymore except for the hands tugging off his boxer briefs.)
Space is the last thing I want from you right now. But thank you, I'll remember to appreciate that consideration later.
(Underwear was useless. He gets a feast of this guy's body and can feel his own already starting to react. This was nothing like the gangly, awkward Jake back when they were teens. This was all raw man - alien, technically, and he was so ready.)
That's just fine with me, partner.
(He grins at the question. He rests onto his elbows, lifting his hips.)
Not really. Why, do you like them? (He has no tattoos except the ugly smiley face on his bicep. Looking at Savage's body had him starting to feel as though he was burning up.) I'm going to have to mouth all of those.
(He reaches a hand up to touch some of the tattoos of Savage's facial tattoos.)
You can do whatever you want to me tonight, man. You're stunning.
[Savage's left arm from mid-humerus down was replaced with a fully functional metal prosthetic. That's the fingers that grasp the edge of Dirk's boxer shorts and drew it down those muscular legs. He made certain that cool metal digit tips caressed over skin, dredging up what he could with potential allure.]
And what is you want from me?
[With the shorts pulled off, he dropped them to the side of the bed, left with the rest of their clothing. Then he eased his way forward enough so that he could settle his knees down on the mattress. Then he leaned his head down so that Dirk could have access to his tattoos, even if his eyes didn't stop watching the younger man.
He hummed at the idea of Dirk mouthing his tattoos. That was a common occurrence between the brothers. It felt different from Dirk's fingers though. Curious fingers. He enjoyed it more.]
You'll be rather busy for awhile if you want to do that. [If Dirk's fingers went close to his horns, the skin closest to where they sprouted, he would rumble a sound of pleasure, eyes even half closed. Around the two horns that had been sheered off on the left side of his head earned a deeper rumble.]
(He was absolutely going to have to inspect that prosthetic later. He clearly had a thing for robotics, and that piece looked well made. His skin crawls pleasantly at the skim of metal. It's enough to make his cock switch.)
Everything. Anything you're willing to give. (Which is broad as hell considering the scope of sex. His hands do go to Savage's horns, fascinated first by the texture and then by Savage's rumbling. It was a cute sound. He gives a small, curious tug just to test the firmness of the horns.)
Yes, I'd like that, actually.
(It has been a long time since he has kissed someone. He draws their mouths together with open eagerness, resting his palms against Savage's cheeks. It's a surprisingly gentle kiss coming from someone who had just whipped Savage across the beach.
The kiss deepens quickly. He opens his mouth against Savage's mouth, lightly running his tongue against Savage's lower lip, hoping to explore a bit deeper.)
[This was very new to him, since he had certain pressure sensations when it came to his prosthetic. Soft touches were harder to detect, but he had practiced enough to know the barest sensation and knew what kind of pressure he was putting on. He'd never taken an opportunity like this before, so it was going to be a learning experience for them both.]
That's rather broad. There might not be enough time in the night for everything.
[His horns were firmly attached to his skull, and his head moved with a strong enough pull. His rumbling continued, not quite a purr and not a growl.
He didn't resist as he was pulled in, letting their lips meet softly. At first, he just kept it simple in return, getting a feel for human lips on his own. They were soft and warm and inviting, and he found it alluring. He'd never killed a human before.
He lifted his flesh hand so he could curl it behind Dirk's head, fingers threading through golden hair as he pulled Dirk harder against his mouth as he nipped at the younger man's lower lip with his sharp teeth. He leaned forward, still balanced on his knees, and his lips parted to not resist any requested exploration. If anything, he injected his own dark passion into the request, practically daring Dirk to do it.]
We'll stick to the basics for the night then. Let's get some part of you inside of me.
(Because Dirk felt like getting fucked tonight. Maybe another night he would want to take his own ride in Savage, but after seeing Savage strip down for the first time? He wanted to get his world thoroughly rocked by some premium alien cock. He deserved this.
He wondered what other noises Savage could make, how he could draw them out, how loud he could get the guy. He did not want this to be a one-night stand situation. There was too much he wanted to know and Dirk was persistent if anything.
Kissing an alien was nice. More than that, kissing someone who seemed as enthusiastic about it as he was was even nicer. He felt the slightest give in his chest, some degree of vulnerability at this shaky thought of being sincerely wanted for once. He wasn't hoping to fall in love or anything drastic, but this felt like the first time someone had touched him like this. Because they wanted to for themselves and because they were actually attracted to him rather than the idea of him, the idea of what they could be.
It lights him up quicker than he expects. He's desperate for validation and seizes it tightly. He wants to impress Savage to keep his attention and Dirk never did anything half-assed. He didn't want to give this guy any reason to regret tonight.
He likes the hands in his hair. Likes the teeth and the nipping. He sinks his tongue into Savage's mouth the moment he's allowed and he lets himself explore it all; teeth, tongue, the sides of his mouth. His hands slide everywhere with intention, fingers curling around the muscle, sliding over shoulders, touching horns. It's touch starvation being relieved at its finest, but Dirk isn't clumsy in any of his motions. They are all practical, precise, and deliberate. He isn't just touching Savage but memorizing his body, cataloging his favorite parts and the parts he wanted to come back later. His mind was lifting every sensory experience, processing it, saving it into the core of his soul where he would enjoy it later again and again.)
[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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[Even with Ruin latched onto his back, arms and shoulders - something he was used to - he watched Dirk with just as much cool consideration. He considered most humans were dysfunctional, but this might be one of the few to actually outright admit it. That admittance shouldn't make him comfortable, but he did experience a disarming effect.
Stupid human immortal. Maybe his brother was onto something. Maul needed to stop being right about so many things in his life.]
If you're shitty at any kind of relationship, and the only relationship I can hold together the one with my brother, we likely will go down in flames no matter our association.
[He tightened his grip on Dirk's wrists, sitting up again so he could pull those arms up. Then he rolled his shoulder.]
Ruin, backpack.
[The rathtar knew only two commands, and one of them was backpack. It rolled off of his shoulder onto Dirk's chest, teeth snagging any material and maybe some flesh if there was wiggling and then tentacles moved to curl all around Dirk. Arms, legs, around torso, neck. Anything that was available.
Savage rose from where he was sitting on Dirk to make room for the rathtar.]
No point staying here getting sand in your ass crack.
[He reached down and grasped the back of the rathter and picked the pair of them up.]
Name a place. Let's go there.
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Indifferent.
(No, he actually liked it, but it has been a long time since he has kissed someone he's actually wanted to kiss like that. He also didn't like to test his luck with guys. Some paranoid part of him still wondered if he had kissed Jake less if Jake would have felt less overwhelmed by the whole being with a dude thing.
Dirk knew he was a whole Situation. It would be pointless to pretend to deny it. He might not know down to a psychological diagnosis what's wrong with him, but one would have to be an absolute idiot to miss the glaring red flags of his personality type. He wished he could write it off as being moody and upset about being alone his whole life, but it went deeper than that. It wasn't something he could exclusively blame on a bad childhood.
Savage, on the other hand, seemed...Secure. In a way that Dirk couldn't quite define yet but he was already more comfortable with Savage than he had ever been with Jake. Not that that was a particularly high bar to get over, but it's his only point of real comparison.)
Good thing I love playing with fire then.
(If his eyes were visible right now, he would totally be winking.
Dirk lets himself be lifted. He's not deadweight, though, not quite used to playing completely submissive no matter how much he liked the idea of it. He watches Savage curiously.)
Oh, hello. Okay. (That's not where he thought this was going. He has a split-second moment of wondering what the fuck he actually agreed to before realizing he was down for whatever Savage was about to do.)
What the fuck- (Okay. Okay. He was literally being hauled off, apparently.)
Is this a preview of our evening together? 'Cause I gotta say, I've made so many interactive porno games that involved tentacles that I have a few ideas.
(Okay. A place. Where.)
Dude, you've been here longer than me. You pick. I'll oblige. The only place I really know is my pad and that's not ready for guests yet.
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[Kissing was usually a simple manner of showing affection, though with Zabrak they tended to gently headbutt or nuzzle each other. That didn't mean he hadn't kissed before because he had and found it pleasant. Sometimes it was an easy - if ineffective - way to quiet a noisy interaction.
As curious as he was about this and as lonely he had been thanks to the effects on his person the last two months, he expected that there would be an inevitability of any interactions between them. He had learned that broken people no matter their species were very good at self-destructing when things were going well, and from what he had seen, Dirk had admitted to being broken and Savage knew he had plenty of his own personality issues.
But the potential physicality of it was attractive. Maybe for an hour or two they could be a little less lonely.]
Ruin will not be joining us for this evening beyond getting you to where we need to go. You said you want to be put in a submission position, so here you go. I may not be able to fly like you, but I can clip your wings.
[And yes, he was walking right through the Boardwalk with Dirk wrapped up in his rathtar, not providing any level of care of anyone that turned to look.]
Our options are a random place with no guarantee for privacy. My place where my brother may drop in for offering instruction. Or your flat; if it has walls and a roof, it's fine for guests that will slam you around against them.
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(Especially with Savage. The guy seemed like he might be a passionate kisser among other things.
There was something easier about interacting with someone who realized people weren't good at being perfect. Even when someone like Dirk tried his best to come across as perfect at all times. That in and of itself was a product of his issues. At least he didn't need to have a good personality to find a casual hook-up.
It would be nice to have companionship. It would be nicer too if there was an orgasm or two to come out of it.)
Interesting take on domination. (He likes it though. It was straightforward.) My wings are neatly tied down, not clipped.
(To Dirk's credit, he doesn't care for stares either.)
Fine, all right. Let's find the nearest lamp though. It's out by the Salt Lake so walking there would take forever.
(His place was perfectly fine for guests. He had just figured it would be wiser to isolate how many people knew where he was, but maybe a potential fuck-buddy would be a decent person to be in the know.)
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[And if Dirk didn't like kissing, so be it. Not everyone liked every form of intimacy, and that was perfectly acceptable. In dalliances like these, it was about having a moment of pleasure with someone else, right? He expected the general goals remained the same, and as long as such matters didn't interfere with training, hunting or other duties then it was fine.]
Is there another way you would prefer I take it? [He was a very direct individual, and dominance tended to be physical for species.] I'm open to hearing suggestions from you.
[He changed his direction now that he had actually part of town to head to, approaching one of the lamp posts and looking it up and down. He didn't always trust them, expecting at some point there would be a malfunction and he'd be shot out somewhere random.
Still, it was faster, so he made use of it anyway to take them to Salt Lake. Ruin squeaked in protest and clung tighter.]
Quiet, you have a new place to eat things. [He looked down at Dirk.] Where to?
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(Dirk would quickly realize he definitely enjoyed kissing someone who wasn't having second thoughts about kissing him.
He hesitates after the question, actually contemplating it.)
Not that I can think of. I'll see where the night goes and send you a review later.
(Is he being serious? Most likely. Dirk was fucking weird.
Maybe it was because he lived a bizarre reality that relied on video game mechanics, but the lamps didn't stress Dirk out too badly. There's no fun in traveling through the woods - a major reason as to why Dirk chose such a secluded place, to begin with. He grunts quietly when Ruin clings a bit more tightly to him. It didn't hurt.)
I hope I'm on someone's menu tonight. (Said idly, under his breath. He tips his head. Smoke begins to roll off of him, taking the shape of a seagull before finally an actual seagull swoops out. His omen flaps ahead.)
Just follow Atlas. (Not that it was too complicated of a path. There's a cabin tucked away against the line of trees. A fence post is decorated with two orange lanterns hanging over a stone path to the house. What looked like a horse stood in the front yard, incense smoke pouring out of its mouth, and upon closer inspection, it was just a metal sculpture made to look like a horse.)
Hate to break it to you, but you'll probably have to let me go so I can get us inside safely.
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Don't put any review in writing.
[The woods were generally where he hunted, so he was perfectly comfortable out here despite all the weirdness that sometimes came from the tainted beasts he often had to put down as part of his occupation. So he stalked along the trail and glanced down at Dirk still in his possession - well, Ruin's possession.]
If you want Ruin to chew on you, all you have you do is ask.
[He followed the strange shore bird, spotting the lanterns that glowed in the gloom of the evening. It wasn't difficult to also pick out the cabin, which he approached and stopped in front of the glow. He gave Ruin - and Dirk - a shake.]
Release, Ruin. Go eat something.
[A hissy squeak and then tentacles loosened before letting go entirely. Ruin gave Dirk a little chewing before rolling off and heading off away from the cabin to find anything moving and living to eat. Such a simple life.]
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(He's a slave to the masses, Savage. What would his fans do if he fell silent on such a pivotal life experience?
There are more important things than teasing Savage though. Primarily, boning Savage. Or getting boned by Savage. Dirk was open-minded. He moves to enter his humble abode- and it really is quite humble for the moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shack up permanently here, but it would work as a good safehouse. There were metal hunks everywhere. One of his robots sat in the corner, an identical replica of Dirk except in silver metal parts fused together. It lifts its head, red lenses reflecting briefly.)
Stand down, Brobot. (The command translates well and the robot lowers its head.)
So. (Dirk's realizing that this is his first actual attempt at a random lay. He has literally no fucking clue what he's doing, but he'd rather die than act like that. The kitchen's right there so he tucks his hands into his pockets and pivots on his heel, leaning a hip back against the island.
Act cool.)
Should I offer you a drink here or do you just want to skip the bullshit and head to the bedroom?
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How about we keep this on the quiet side until we've proven we both enjoy it?
[He stepped into the cabin and looked around, the glow of his eyes standing out in the dark. He stepped over metal pieces strewn around like he was used to doing so. He looked around, and it was the kind of simple abode that he could appreciate. He did pause briefly at the droid activating to his presence, but he didn't break it because Dirk deactivated it just as quickly.]
You build droids that look like yourself? [That was a bit... sad, wasn't it?
He looked at Dirk, perceiving a touch of inexperience with the stance and the gamely attitude. He looked around as he continued to move forward, and he stepped into the kitchen area with a low rattling growling sound from his throat.]
I don't think we're here for your hospitality skills. How about we see how far your courage goes for this?
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You want to keep it on the downlow. Sure. I get it.
(He shrugs as if to show how unbothered he was by the idea. And he wasn't...Bothered. It just made him feel weird in a way he didn't feel like examining right now.)
Sure. It's the most familiar idea of a human I've got. (Even though he did consume plenty of media, he had spent more of his life with the idea of himself as the only real idea of a currently existing human male.)
I had another droid that looks like a bunny.
(With sunglasses like his, but still!)
Well, thank fuck 'cause I don't got any. (He's actually kind of relieved. He slips away from the counter. Part of him wants to grab Savage's hand to lead him, but instead, he just nods his head for Savage to follow.)
It'll go all the way if you let it. (He heads to his bedroom, which is a bit more of a mess, but at least he has a spacious mattress. The bed wasn't made, but it was clean, the sheets smelling a bit like citrus. There was no bedframe. The bed was just on the floor, and the ground was littered with clothes, puppets, and robot parts, yet again.
There were some random knives sticking out of the wall, and he had already hung up a few artistic pictures of muscular men dressed up as horses. Sorry, Savage.
It really did seem like he had just arrived and was still figuring out what to do with himself. He spins around to face Savage yet again, hand on hip, other hand in air.)
Okay, ground rules. First, the glasses stay on during sex. Second, I can do top or bottom. Third, you can slap my ass but I'll break your jaw if you try and slap my face. It will just make my fight or fight reaction kick. You can pull my hair, but if you pull it out, I will be pissed and not in a sexy way.
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At first, he decided it wasn't worth questioning why Dirk went from trying to impress him with hospitality to guarded. Or maybe uncomfortable? One of the two, he thought.]
It looks nothing like the droids I've had experience with. How breakable is it?
[Savage was not above smashing droids when they were in the way, even if they had technically been on his side at the time. If they were in the way, they had to go. Also, they were easier to practice certain lightsaber forms with rather than let his Master beat him into the ground over and over.
He cast one last lingering look to the droid before following Dirk through the small abode to the bedroom, and it was better than most in his opinion. It wasn't fancy, and no bedframe meant that there was nothing to break. It was for the best in his opinion. He stepped over more machinery parts and looked around. He lifted a finger to push against the hilts of one of the knives, letting it wobble in the wall before moving on.
Yet, he turned to stare at Dirk when there were ground rules. How novel. He'd never dealt in safe words or rules before, and he was curious of the fact there were so many. Some more warnings than rules, but he rubbed his chin with his fingers as he considered. Did he have rules? Aside from 'no' means 'no', he couldn't think of any.]
Do you shoot laser bolts from your eyes? [It was a pressing question that needed answering.] I don't... have rules. Or safe words. Only if you or I says stop or no, we do.
[On one hand, he felt a little foolish for not having rules, and it called into question so many things that could be wrong with his upbringing. They were raised to push the limits, to follow orders and give them, but in the end, they were slaves to the Nightsisters and no amount of 'stop' or 'no' would be given an ear.
More importantly, he rounded back to the kitchen conversation as he approached Dirk. He should just let it go, but they had been upfront with each other so far and he could appreciate that.]
Something happened when I said to keep this quiet. Why?
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(Granted, there were always improvements to be made. Brobot's core was made of sturdier stuff than traditional metals. It was far more future-tech than it might have appeared. There were other droids in the house, but they were probably somewhere in the backyard having another epic rap battle.
Dirk stares back at Savage after he's laid out the rules. Dirk was more than a Type A personality. If he didn't feel like he had absolute control and jurisdiction over a situation? Yeah, no. That just didn't happen. It wasn't an option.)
No. (He wished though.) Works for me. No means no. Clear enough stipulation.
(Dirk might develop more rules later, but as of right now, his experience was woefully limited. He's hoping to move the situation to some form of nudity, even moving his fingers to the edge of his own shirt when Savage asks an unexpected question. His arms fall flat next to his sides and he stares at Savage.)
I was just thinking. (Obviously. Overthinking, more like.) It's unimportant.
(He gazes away from Savage, to the bed.) You really do not need to be exposed to my head issues. I'd rather keep it light.
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[The Clone Wars was all about mass production, and while improvements were made, even the basic model 631 droids had their uses. They were easily destroyed by someone that knew how, but their numbers made them effective. So, yes, he wanted to know more about Dirk and the droids. An immortal human and his army of droids could be entertaining.
Simple answer and he had no reason to pressure more than that. Sunglasses stayed on for whatever they did. He could appreciate the need to guard certain features.]
What's your... safe word again?
[He didn't even know how one would be used, but he imagined it had something to do along the lines of stoppage of any activity if it was sounded. Kind of like surrender but with less potential for prison camps. Or nothing like that, but he expected that he would find out if it ever came up. After all, Dirk could seemingly shove him through a wall or two if he crossed a boundary.
He gave a soft amused noise in his throat as he began to unstrap his paldrons and slip them down his arms and onto the floor out of the way.]
My brother is Darth Maul; I doubt your head issues can top his. His hatred and fury are so deep he survived being cut in half. This isn't going to work if you aren't comfortable.
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(He preferred to keep Brobot up to speed and in use. Nothing sadder than a robot left behind. One day they really would have to arrange a sweet showdown. Dirk was sure it would be satisfying on every level.)
Fluttershy.
(It would be clear once it happened - if it happened. Dirk had never actually used a safeword before mostly because he felt he probably didn't have a limit that could be met. It's true enough that he'd rather put Savage through a wall if he felt startled rather than actually stop what was going on.
Dirk's a bit relieved to see Savage start to undress. He gets working on his own shoes, snapping off his belt.)
There are different head issues. It's not really a competition. I don't really have anger issues. (He drops the belt.)
I'm fine. But I guess I want to know why you want to keep it private?
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[He looked forward to it. Combat was something that he derived a great amount of joy out of, and it might just be the only thing so far. Sure he liked the Lego projects, but they didn't exactly get the blood pumping and his adrenaline up.]
Right. The pony no one can be aroused over.
[He would prefer the far more direct kick through walls than having to consider a word. He was more of a direct sort, not that he was against having moments of softness and slowing down. He didn't consider any of this a race to the finish. He worked open the snaps and then the zipper of his breastplate, working it slowly off of his shoulders and down his arms, removing it in one piece.]
My brother is a complex set of issues. [But they weren't here to actually talk about his brother. That would just make it weird.] You lived alone, you said. Social species aren't meant to live alone.
[He was pulling his black fabric tunic over his head when Dirk replied with a question of his own.]
Because my affairs behind close doors are mine. I don't choose to have things for myself often, so when I do, I like to keep it as much mine as possible. [He sighed through his nose.] My brother and his weird female are very nosy. They'll want to celebrate like I'm losing my virginity or something. They probably mean well, but I dislike the attention.
[He folded his tunic and dropped it on his breastplate.] I'm not ashamed of any of this. Most of my experience is with males.
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(Savage was learning. Dirk was so proud. Dirk didn't anticipate moments of softness. Not just with Savage, but across the board. People who lived soft life didn't know how to brace for soft gestures.
Dirk gracefully slips his shirt off without disturbing his glasses. He has a muscular form, lean, and riddled with various scars. Mostly sword scars, but a few other knicks. Those had come from before his immortality. There was an abundance of freckles over his shoulders. He watches Savage from the corner of his eye dressing down.)
I have no doubt he is. (There were complex ways people got fucked up by.) No, I suppose they aren't. It can make social interactions tricky to understand.
(Which is the closest he will get to admitting he felt awkward sometimes just by being around others.
As Savage explains his desire for privacy, Dirk actually begins to relax. His theories had been far worse in his head. He slips out of his jeans, leaving him in just plain orange boxer briefs. His socks come off last.)
Okay, I can respect that. (And he actually can, his tone more confident and comfortable than the shuttered one from before. He smirks at Savage.) I will keep it insufferably vague then. (The idea of holding the 'did they or didn't they' thing over someone's head was thrilling.)
Okay, cool. (It was cool. He felt better by miles. This wasn't a Jake situation. This was just two adults. He moves to sit on the middle of the bed, sprawling against it.)
Come show me some of that experience then.
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[He expected that Dirk would expose him to this source of purity eventually, and he wasn't certain exactly how to prepare himself for it. He'd never seen cartoons before, so he couldn't even imagine the appeal.
He didn't even bother to hide him regarding Dirk with the shirt gone, soon to be followed by the pants. He actually paused to gawk at the orange boxers because 1) he'd never seen boxers before and 2) they were very orange and drew much attention. It seemed to him that orange was a theme when it came to Dirk.
He was, by now, bare chested and more of his tribal tattoos exposed. He bore scars of his own, but generally one had to be close to see them because both his skin tone and his tattoos made them difficult to pick out. The only extremely obvious ones were twin two inch in diameter burn scars that were at the bottom of his rib cage, and as he bent down to remove his boots, the other two just below his shoulder blades would be obvious.]
It does. [So, as he thought before, this was like dealing with a human and less temperamental version of his brother who had been raised by droids and a Sith Lord.] And those old lessons of personal survival are hard to break down. I've dealt with someone who grew up similarly. I can handle it if you need space.
[If he became friendly enough, he also knew when the force his way into that need for space when it became detrimental. After all, Maul had to be forced to enjoy his company.
Boots off before he was removing his pants. Sorry, there was no underwear of any sort to speak of. Mother Talzin clearly hadn't thought it important enough when creating his armour, and it wasn't the kind of material one spared in the village when there wasn't much to begin with. No, he was very naked and seemed very comfortable in his own skin. After all, he was used to be appraised on Dathomir. And yes, there were tattoos all over.]
Vague is best, believe me. You don't want the kind of headaches that come from those that choose to be pushy about what I do.
[He stopped when his bare feet touched the bed and he leaned down.]
Are those some kind of bait? [He pointed at the boxers. His other hand was already moving to seize the bottom edge to pull them off.]
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The muscles. The muscles. The muscles!!!!!
This is something straight from one of his rawest wetdreams. He was going to die happy tonight. If he died. He'd let this guy fuck him to death 100%. Immediately. Anywhere anytime.
Holy shit he's so gay.)
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Space is the last thing I want from you right now. But thank you, I'll remember to appreciate that consideration later.
(Underwear was useless. He gets a feast of this guy's body and can feel his own already starting to react. This was nothing like the gangly, awkward Jake back when they were teens. This was all raw man - alien, technically, and he was so ready.)
That's just fine with me, partner.
(He grins at the question. He rests onto his elbows, lifting his hips.)
Not really. Why, do you like them? (He has no tattoos except the ugly smiley face on his bicep. Looking at Savage's body had him starting to feel as though he was burning up.) I'm going to have to mouth all of those.
(He reaches a hand up to touch some of the tattoos of Savage's facial tattoos.)
You can do whatever you want to me tonight, man. You're stunning.
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[Savage's left arm from mid-humerus down was replaced with a fully functional metal prosthetic. That's the fingers that grasp the edge of Dirk's boxer shorts and drew it down those muscular legs. He made certain that cool metal digit tips caressed over skin, dredging up what he could with potential allure.]
And what is you want from me?
[With the shorts pulled off, he dropped them to the side of the bed, left with the rest of their clothing. Then he eased his way forward enough so that he could settle his knees down on the mattress. Then he leaned his head down so that Dirk could have access to his tattoos, even if his eyes didn't stop watching the younger man.
He hummed at the idea of Dirk mouthing his tattoos. That was a common occurrence between the brothers. It felt different from Dirk's fingers though. Curious fingers. He enjoyed it more.]
You'll be rather busy for awhile if you want to do that. [If Dirk's fingers went close to his horns, the skin closest to where they sprouted, he would rumble a sound of pleasure, eyes even half closed. Around the two horns that had been sheered off on the left side of his head earned a deeper rumble.]
Would you let me kiss you?
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(He was absolutely going to have to inspect that prosthetic later. He clearly had a thing for robotics, and that piece looked well made. His skin crawls pleasantly at the skim of metal. It's enough to make his cock switch.)
Everything. Anything you're willing to give. (Which is broad as hell considering the scope of sex. His hands do go to Savage's horns, fascinated first by the texture and then by Savage's rumbling. It was a cute sound. He gives a small, curious tug just to test the firmness of the horns.)
Yes, I'd like that, actually.
(It has been a long time since he has kissed someone. He draws their mouths together with open eagerness, resting his palms against Savage's cheeks. It's a surprisingly gentle kiss coming from someone who had just whipped Savage across the beach.
The kiss deepens quickly. He opens his mouth against Savage's mouth, lightly running his tongue against Savage's lower lip, hoping to explore a bit deeper.)
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That's rather broad. There might not be enough time in the night for everything.
[His horns were firmly attached to his skull, and his head moved with a strong enough pull. His rumbling continued, not quite a purr and not a growl.
He didn't resist as he was pulled in, letting their lips meet softly. At first, he just kept it simple in return, getting a feel for human lips on his own. They were soft and warm and inviting, and he found it alluring. He'd never killed a human before.
He lifted his flesh hand so he could curl it behind Dirk's head, fingers threading through golden hair as he pulled Dirk harder against his mouth as he nipped at the younger man's lower lip with his sharp teeth. He leaned forward, still balanced on his knees, and his lips parted to not resist any requested exploration. If anything, he injected his own dark passion into the request, practically daring Dirk to do it.]
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(Because Dirk felt like getting fucked tonight. Maybe another night he would want to take his own ride in Savage, but after seeing Savage strip down for the first time? He wanted to get his world thoroughly rocked by some premium alien cock. He deserved this.
He wondered what other noises Savage could make, how he could draw them out, how loud he could get the guy. He did not want this to be a one-night stand situation. There was too much he wanted to know and Dirk was persistent if anything.
Kissing an alien was nice. More than that, kissing someone who seemed as enthusiastic about it as he was was even nicer. He felt the slightest give in his chest, some degree of vulnerability at this shaky thought of being sincerely wanted for once. He wasn't hoping to fall in love or anything drastic, but this felt like the first time someone had touched him like this. Because they wanted to for themselves and because they were actually attracted to him rather than the idea of him, the idea of what they could be.
It lights him up quicker than he expects. He's desperate for validation and seizes it tightly. He wants to impress Savage to keep his attention and Dirk never did anything half-assed. He didn't want to give this guy any reason to regret tonight.
He likes the hands in his hair. Likes the teeth and the nipping. He sinks his tongue into Savage's mouth the moment he's allowed and he lets himself explore it all; teeth, tongue, the sides of his mouth. His hands slide everywhere with intention, fingers curling around the muscle, sliding over shoulders, touching horns. It's touch starvation being relieved at its finest, but Dirk isn't clumsy in any of his motions. They are all practical, precise, and deliberate. He isn't just touching Savage but memorizing his body, cataloging his favorite parts and the parts he wanted to come back later. His mind was lifting every sensory experience, processing it, saving it into the core of his soul where he would enjoy it later again and again.)
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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.]
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