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.)
[Savage was taller, and he had a longer reach. He would use both to his advantage, and he tilted his head as he considered the claim. He took tight lipped to be a challenge, not a virtue of how much Dirk might actually be enjoying himself.]
So you'll make me work to have you come undone then? Fair enough... it shouldn't be easy.
[And work at it he would.
He allowed Dirk to move without complaint, not expecting an escape and knowing it wouldn't get the younger man far if he could just Force Pull Dirk back to him. A little squirming allowed him to watch the way that skin moved over muscle, noting the odd and rather ugly looking tattoo. There was little to no elegance to it, but it still somehow suited Dirk.
His eyes shifted to the jar, and he reached out to pick it up and examine it. He even opened it to sniff at the contents, his gaze returning to Dirk as he raised his brows in a touch of surprise.]
It's not necessary. Prepping is half the fun...? [His tone indicated that he had never actually had someone offer to do it for him. He was going to read too much into it even as he was curious for the offer. Maybe Dirk living alone had something to do with it. He leaned down all the same, nipping his way up Dirk's stomach and chest.] Unless you have something against me seeing if I can get you to squeal? That's a noise humans can make, yes?
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.)
[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.]
(Dirk is a responsive bed partner. When that hand slides beneath him, he lifts his hips to make it easier for Savage. That little nip does get a small, near moan from Dirk. He stifles it last minute, but Savage would likely realize that it had felt good for him.)
It does. Don't you worry none. (He was designed for a long and hard ride. Dirk would be delighted to discover the realm of Savage's insatiability. The pressure of that finger was already making Dirk feel electric. He had a hunch that Savage would give him a nice stretch, something that didn't make him too afraid. He had made his own toys and most of them went above and beyond the average scope of traditional human cocks.)
Oh, yes. (That...That was unexpected. He had become a bit of a pro at sucking cock, but he didn't have much experience of having his own sucked. His fingers curl tighter around Savage's horns. He doesn't want to make too much noise yet, but there were plenty of silent cues that Savage was absolutely going the right way. He liked the heavyweight of Savage's mouth, and he makes a mental note to repay the favor sometime later. If he had anything to say about this situation, this wouldn't be a one-off roll around.)
[His mechanical hand didn't fatigue, which made it ideal for a drawn out teasing session. The assistance was good if unnecessary, and the change in angle made it easier for him to work. He made certain to mentally catalog what drew noise from Dirk, so once he was finished with the blond's cock, he'd probably see how those hips would response to some extra attention as well.]
I wasn't worried. [He wasn't. It seemed to him that they both had hit the point of wanting a hard ride, and that's how it would play out unless... well, Fluttershy was called.
For now, he worked his singular digit inside of Dirk, stroking for that special spot he assumed that humans had same as Zabrak. Beyond that, he withdrew his finger to the first digit then thrust it back in, repeating the feature until there was enough give that he felt confident enough to start to work a second into the blond.
At the same time, his tongue stroked up the underside of Dirk's cock, adding little nips back down one side as he drew back down only to repeat. He was careful of his teeth, but back on Dathomir, he personally had found the threat arousing, enjoying the hint of dangerous that never came to be anything beyond teasing. Soon his lips closed around the tip of Dirk's cock, sucking with a roll of his chin as the tip of his tongue teased the slit. Perhaps he could earn a few noises...?]
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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.)
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So you'll make me work to have you come undone then? Fair enough... it shouldn't be easy.
[And work at it he would.
He allowed Dirk to move without complaint, not expecting an escape and knowing it wouldn't get the younger man far if he could just Force Pull Dirk back to him. A little squirming allowed him to watch the way that skin moved over muscle, noting the odd and rather ugly looking tattoo. There was little to no elegance to it, but it still somehow suited Dirk.
His eyes shifted to the jar, and he reached out to pick it up and examine it. He even opened it to sniff at the contents, his gaze returning to Dirk as he raised his brows in a touch of surprise.]
It's not necessary. Prepping is half the fun...? [His tone indicated that he had never actually had someone offer to do it for him. He was going to read too much into it even as he was curious for the offer. Maybe Dirk living alone had something to do with it. He leaned down all the same, nipping his way up Dirk's stomach and chest.] Unless you have something against me seeing if I can get you to squeal? That's a noise humans can make, yes?
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(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.
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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.]
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It does. Don't you worry none. (He was designed for a long and hard ride. Dirk would be delighted to discover the realm of Savage's insatiability. The pressure of that finger was already making Dirk feel electric. He had a hunch that Savage would give him a nice stretch, something that didn't make him too afraid. He had made his own toys and most of them went above and beyond the average scope of traditional human cocks.)
Oh, yes. (That...That was unexpected. He had become a bit of a pro at sucking cock, but he didn't have much experience of having his own sucked. His fingers curl tighter around Savage's horns. He doesn't want to make too much noise yet, but there were plenty of silent cues that Savage was absolutely going the right way. He liked the heavyweight of Savage's mouth, and he makes a mental note to repay the favor sometime later. If he had anything to say about this situation, this wouldn't be a one-off roll around.)
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I wasn't worried. [He wasn't. It seemed to him that they both had hit the point of wanting a hard ride, and that's how it would play out unless... well, Fluttershy was called.
For now, he worked his singular digit inside of Dirk, stroking for that special spot he assumed that humans had same as Zabrak. Beyond that, he withdrew his finger to the first digit then thrust it back in, repeating the feature until there was enough give that he felt confident enough to start to work a second into the blond.
At the same time, his tongue stroked up the underside of Dirk's cock, adding little nips back down one side as he drew back down only to repeat. He was careful of his teeth, but back on Dathomir, he personally had found the threat arousing, enjoying the hint of dangerous that never came to be anything beyond teasing. Soon his lips closed around the tip of Dirk's cock, sucking with a roll of his chin as the tip of his tongue teased the slit. Perhaps he could earn a few noises...?]