[The sounds he makes are incoherent, tears in the corner of his eyes, it feels so good it's almost like torture, but wonderful, wonderful torture. It takes so long, his previous session had almost drained him dry, it's a miracle he was even able to get this hard again. Dirk's hand continues to make miracles as he strokes over his knot and shaft, and god Nadir wishes he could properly tie something but Dirk's fist is good enough. During one of his squeezes Nadir loses control, his arms trembling and finally collapsing as he cries out, face pressing into the mattress, whole body going weak as he comes and humps his knot into the tightly curled palm.]
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