[If he was a little less thoroughly fucked and a little more clear-minded maybe he would pick up that Dirk has an obvious control fetish, but all that registers is the praising tone in his voice and how it feels just as good as his dick in him and his fingers playing on his own.

He doesn't answer, just writhes against him as his moans and whimpers and pants with his tongue out, until his sheath grows too tight, forcing Dirk's fingers out as his knot begins to swell. Nadir grips the blanket at the sensation, practically sobbing as the need to come grows.]

Di-Dirk...!