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[The shadow's has easily moves, not fighting against the tug, and looks even uninterested. Nadir just makes a sound, frustrated.]

If you don't think I haven't tried to do things like lock it up or even beat it up then you're wrong. I can't even out-fly it.

Well, that wasn't what I had in mind. See, you got real cute when I fucked you.

[ he lofts an eyebrow behind the glasses. ]

Could maybe put the smug bastard in its place.

[It's hard to tell through the fur, but Nadir feels his face get hot at that, and a shiver go up his spine. The shadow makes its own sound, like a snort of derision, rolling its shaded eyes.]

I-I suppose that's what I came over for...

I got two hands. What do you think? It's up to you.

[ he wants to hear him say it. ]

[Nadir isn't quite getting what Dirk is saying, and he cocks his head.]

I wasn't expecting you to have sex with me with one hand tied behind your back or anything?

[ he briefly pinches the bridge of his nose. the glasses slide down a bit so his orange eyes are visible, then he pushes them back up. ]

I meant I could use one hand apiece and get you both squirming.

[He knows that look of annoyance too well from his sister, so he gives him an apologetic grin, ears lowering. What can he say, he's not versed in the implications of fuck.

But once it's made clear his ears stand up, eyes widening in surprise. He swallows, eyes flickering over to the shadow, who has fallen silent, then back to Dirk.]

You... you can do that?

Of course I can do that. Do you know what a fucking machine is, by any chance?

[ might as well get some more testing out there. just saying. ]

I mean, I had a good time with you, but I wouldn't call you THAT.

[He cocks an eyebrow at your ego, Bro.]

Oh my god. I mean a literal machine. Follow me.

[ he is going to lead him to the second bedroom he uses as a workshop. ]

What.

[He asks incredulous, because that sounds like the stupidest thing that he can't even picture it.

He looks around the workshop with a lot of interest, but some...puppets in the corner catches his eye. He stops and points right at them, eyes wide and disturbed as he stares accusingly at Dirk.]

[ there's a moment where dirk stills, running his tongue over his teeth, and he steals a glance over at where nadir is looking before shrugging and moving to uncover a pretty intricate-looking fucking machine. ]

Don't worry about those. They have nothing to do with this.

[He takes another wary glance at the smuppets, slowly walking away until he's beside Dirk again.

But when he reveal the machine, he bursts out laughing. Hard.]

Hahahaha, that's a DICK on a POLE!!

[He barely manages to get out between breath-taking guffaw. This must be a joke.]

[ he sighs and pulls out his phone, flicking through his gallery to get to a video he took before. he puts it on and holds it so nadir can see it, and it's just...

well, it's a very nicely shot video of a hot guy getting absolutely goddamn railed by that dick on a pole, all done up in the strapping and holding onto a couple grips for leverage. there's a LOT of moaning. ]

That's not all it is.

[It takes Nadir at least a minute to stop laughing out loud, and another few seconds to clear the tears from his eyes as he leans against Dirk with one arm as if the laughter had weakened him. But, finally, with little bursts of heeheehee escaping him, he looks at Dirk's phone--

--and then swallows his giggles as he takes it in.]

Oh...!

It's what I've been working on lately. I have more than one, and I've been doing testing runs. If you want to do without it's fine, but I think you'd enjoy it.

[He has a hand to his mouth as he keeps watching it, eyes flicking up to Dirk once in awhile. The more he watches, the more hot he starts to feel, the rush of blood through his ears muffling the shadow's whispers.]

Wh-why do you think I'd specifically like it?

I can spot a bottom a mile away, and you're one of the biggest bottoms I've ever met.

[ bluntly. ]

And I think you'd enjoy the temporary loss of control.

[He opens his mouth, briefly looking super insulted, then closes it, looking aside as he thinks.]

I dunno if I should be offended by that or not.

It's a compliment. I only fuck bottoms.

A-ah.

[He giggles nervously, but in that flattered way. Like when a nerd is complimented by a cheerleader. He tries to give him a snarky, maybe flirty, little smirk, pointing at the still hilarious dick on a stick.]

And yet, you're suggesting something else doing it this time.

Do you think I'll be hands-off durin'? Please.

[ a hand darts out to palm his hip covetously. ]

I'm a hands-on kind of guy.

[God, Dirk was right, he's too much a bottom, because that move alone makes his knees weak. He licks his lips, nervous and aroused, the shadow even going quiet again. His eyes turn up to Dirk as he smiles almost bashfully.]

Ye-yeah. Okay, I'm game.

I do most work in here, but I can drag them in the bedroom for this. We're going to need the bed.

[ he acts like he's not even moved by nadir being so clearly into it; he just shifts to hoist the machine he showed off and another one over each shoulder to take them into his bedroom. just how strong IS this guy. ]

Follow me.

[Nadir might be able to lift both too but he still feels like swooning like an idiot seeing Dirk do it. Even the man's seeming disinterest in Nadir's interest makes his heart throb in his throat, and he follows after him obediently, tail wagging, ignoring the shadow who started up its draining tirade again, soft and intrusive in his ear.]

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