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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.]

[ to be fair, nadir is magical and bro is just some dude with muscles.

he sets both machines down next to each other, facing the bed, and starts to fiddle with some of the settings.

rather than strap nadir in first, he goes for the shadow, tugging it away and urging it toward one of the machines. ]

Get undressed while I do this.

[Wow, rude, his muscles are due to training, gosh.

He kind of wishes this was a little more, he doesn't know, passionate he guesses. Being told to undress like he's at the doctor's isn't as sexy as Dirk tugging his clothes off of him, but he can't complain because he's distracted by the shadow being yanked off him.

It seems maybe the shadow doesn't have the strength or powers Nadir has except the floating, because as it struggles it barely makes Dirk's arms wobble and doesn't try any fire tricks. Nadir watches this as he slowly pulls his shirt off and starts to info his pants.

It was kind of....surreal.]

Is this a weird consent thing? Am I doin' a crime right now?

[ he's still like, strapping the shadow into the machine and taking off its...shadow clothes? sure, shadows wear clothes. he doesn't do anything else yet, instead turning to nadir and clasping his face so that he can give him a slow kiss. ]

Don't worry. I'll fix things.

I mean, of it's basically me, it's totes excited. Just being a brat.

[He's not sure, of course, but it seems more it just wants to get back to whispering bad shit into Nadir's ear than anything. Once strapped in, it stops struggling and just watches them baleful.

Nadir is removing his boxer briefs, kicking them aside, when he's grabbed and kissed unexpectedly. Oh, yeah, okay this is nice... He leans into it with a soft moan, placing hands on his chest.]

I can deal with brats.

[ he lets the kiss linger, then draws back with an idle nip at the side of his jaw.

when he takes a step back it's appraising, but he nods. ]

Come on, let me get you up on the other one.

[He gasps lightly at the bite, nuzzling into Dirk's sideburn to show his appreciation.

He feels... needy as Dirk steps back, his craving for touch and attention shooting up just from that small bit. He flushes under his gaze, suddenly aware he's been aroused enough already his cock's peeking out of his sheath.

He steps forward, nervous.]

Okay... where do I go?

Don't worry about it. I'll take care of positioning. Once you're used to it you can move yourself.

[ he reaches down to give his balls a squeeze, thumb brushing over the very tip of his cock, then picks him up to manhandle him into the other machine. he's careful and methodical, at least--and the strapping has enough support to not be too uncomfortable. ]

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