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.]
(Dirk felt similarly. He preferred being able to switch depending on the mood, the situation, and he would rather not be caged to one position over another. Tonight, he wanted to see what Savage could do to him. He felt confident in his ability to take whatever Savage wanted to give him.
The more Savage touched him, the more invested Dirk became. The more he let himself let go of any remaining anxiety or tension. Savage's wandering mouth and hands made him feel wanted. With Jake, he had always felt more paranoid about the masculine shape of his own body turning his best friend off, of not being what Jake really wanted. He had always felt like he was a disappointment just by virtue of not being a chick.
None of that was present now. He was instead consumed by how some parts of his body were being touched by another living being for the very first time. He might not be a virgin, but most of his body was still virgin territory. His nipples perk up easily enough, but he responds more around his neck, his hips, his stomach. The only real evidence was the way his skin rippled with goosebumps and he gave small shivers. He tried to actively keep himself from making noises.
Though he couldn't help the breathy sighs that escaped him between kisses. He definitely liked kissing, he decided, when the kissing was good. His own stomach was starting to pleasantly burn, warmth dripping between his legs. His cock had already started to swell in interest.
What does get a noise out of Dirk is when he's abruptly moved from the wall. A surprised gasp leaves his mouth and he winds up gazing at Savage in muted wonder.)
That was hot. (And unexpected. He entertains the idea of splinting right now, giving Savage a little show of two Dirks for the price of one, but decides they could do that another time. He slides his legs around Savage's waist, pulling them flush together. He wraps his arms around Savage's neck, kissing him harder than before, more desperate.
[He could feel the confidence growing the longer that they engaged one another. He'd taken a shine once or twice to younger Zabrak, and sometimes they were shy about giving into their urges, holding themselves back at first. He experienced a similar transition in Dirk as confidence overrode hesitation. That in and over itself was an excellent reward.
At first, he thought that Dirk was going to be one of those quiet bedmates. That was interesting, given how mouthy the immortal was before all of this. Was it a sort of shyness? Or was it something else? Maybe Dirk was just one of the quiet ones... but he was betting that it might be something else. He simply thought that it would just require him to work harder after all, Dirk was responsive.
He tipped his head down when he did work a noise out of younger man, lips pulling in a grin.] So you do make noise. For a moment, I thought I'd be the noisier of the two of us. [Which would be an interested twist of this meet-up. He wasn't used to being the noisy one when it came to the people he associated with.
He dragged his metal fingers down the length of Dirk's chest, pausing to tweak a nipple along the way. He relaxed his weight back on his shins as those pale muscled legs find their way on either side of him, and he breathed out a sigh as his cock began to stir readily between his parted thighs. The pull so there was some good skin contact didn't hurt in the least and he leaned in to meet that kiss.
He too was more aggressive, far more demanding and rougher. His sharp teeth were employed with a hint of danger to wayward lips he might be able to get ahold of, dragging out hints of blood where he could get it. His hand dropped from Dirk's hair so he could drag his claws down between shoulder blades then walked his fingers down that dip of the spine as far as he could reach.
Then he moved to dump Dirk on his back. A little push with the Force was easy too, and apparently every use of it before created quite the thrill.]
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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[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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The more Savage touched him, the more invested Dirk became. The more he let himself let go of any remaining anxiety or tension. Savage's wandering mouth and hands made him feel wanted. With Jake, he had always felt more paranoid about the masculine shape of his own body turning his best friend off, of not being what Jake really wanted. He had always felt like he was a disappointment just by virtue of not being a chick.
None of that was present now. He was instead consumed by how some parts of his body were being touched by another living being for the very first time. He might not be a virgin, but most of his body was still virgin territory. His nipples perk up easily enough, but he responds more around his neck, his hips, his stomach. The only real evidence was the way his skin rippled with goosebumps and he gave small shivers. He tried to actively keep himself from making noises.
Though he couldn't help the breathy sighs that escaped him between kisses. He definitely liked kissing, he decided, when the kissing was good. His own stomach was starting to pleasantly burn, warmth dripping between his legs. His cock had already started to swell in interest.
What does get a noise out of Dirk is when he's abruptly moved from the wall. A surprised gasp leaves his mouth and he winds up gazing at Savage in muted wonder.)
That was hot. (And unexpected. He entertains the idea of splinting right now, giving Savage a little show of two Dirks for the price of one, but decides they could do that another time. He slides his legs around Savage's waist, pulling them flush together. He wraps his arms around Savage's neck, kissing him harder than before, more desperate.
He missed this and needed this.)
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At first, he thought that Dirk was going to be one of those quiet bedmates. That was interesting, given how mouthy the immortal was before all of this. Was it a sort of shyness? Or was it something else? Maybe Dirk was just one of the quiet ones... but he was betting that it might be something else. He simply thought that it would just require him to work harder after all, Dirk was responsive.
He tipped his head down when he did work a noise out of younger man, lips pulling in a grin.] So you do make noise. For a moment, I thought I'd be the noisier of the two of us. [Which would be an interested twist of this meet-up. He wasn't used to being the noisy one when it came to the people he associated with.
He dragged his metal fingers down the length of Dirk's chest, pausing to tweak a nipple along the way. He relaxed his weight back on his shins as those pale muscled legs find their way on either side of him, and he breathed out a sigh as his cock began to stir readily between his parted thighs. The pull so there was some good skin contact didn't hurt in the least and he leaned in to meet that kiss.
He too was more aggressive, far more demanding and rougher. His sharp teeth were employed with a hint of danger to wayward lips he might be able to get ahold of, dragging out hints of blood where he could get it. His hand dropped from Dirk's hair so he could drag his claws down between shoulder blades then walked his fingers down that dip of the spine as far as he could reach.
Then he moved to dump Dirk on his back. A little push with the Force was easy too, and apparently every use of it before created quite the thrill.]
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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...?]