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I see...

[Though, he doesn't really and his voice might hint at that. He has no idea about the rules of the game for more extreme sexual acts like this, like most things in his life he's just leaping into it without thought. He just likes passion--but surely that will come soon, if the video had anything to say on the matter, even if it's only Nadir showing it.

He starts to rock back, slightly for now, starting to ache for more.]

Situations like this are delicate. You have to keep everything in balance.

[ he scissors his fingers then, making sure it's a big full stretch, then pulls back a little, starting to fiddle with some settings on the machines. ]

We'll start you out slow.

You don't trust...your own handiwork?

[He moans out, talking literally about his machine, thinking that's what Dirk was talking about, too, and being accidentally innuendo about it.

The final stretch makes his toes stretch and eyes widen for a second again at the brief sting that eased into pleasure. He only made a strangled sort of noise, while the shadow made a louder sound for once, its hands clinging at the bed clothes.

Not what I'm talkin' about. You'll figure out what I mean later.

[ maybe. he presses a hand to the small of nadir's back then strokes down his tail a bit, surprisingly gentle for what he's been doing so far. then he starts to manhandle nadir again to position him properly, shifting the straps to spread his legs a little wider. it's only then that he positions the toy properly, holding it there with one hand and turning the machine on low with the other.

it's a slow but insistent press, pushing all the way forward before drawing back again. he's focused on him for the moment; he'll be taking care of the shadow afterward. ]

Okay...

[He's already getting too distracted to care about that conversation, his entrance feeling empty, making him so needy, especially when Dirk pets him like that.

He's soon rewarded with some manhandling, something he's growing increasingly aware of that he likes. He bites his bottom lip, letting Dirk position him however he wants, even if the final one, with his legs wide, showing not only his ass, but balls and growing erection, lewdly in the open. He loves the thought Dirk might be looking at him like that, admiring, wanting him...

The intrusion of the dildo's head makes him bite down harder on his lip, a strangled sound rising from his throat. When it bottoms out he grinds out an eager:]

Yess....

Good, good. There you go.

[ he leaves it on low for now because he has to turn his attention to the shadow, who receives much the same treatment, including the brief petting.

it's a bit like he's testing himself to see how undone he can make this shadow actually be. ]

[The shadow doesn't react entirely the same as Nadir, especially to the more affectionate pet which seems to make it struggle against the straps more than anything else Dirk is doing. As a reflection of Nadir's self-doubts and self-reproach it seems to think it doesn't deserve it.

Once the machine starts going to town on it, it makes many choked sounds, trying to keep its voice in, trying to deny any satisfaction of outward pleasure, though maybe more in retaliation to Nadir than Dirk.

Nadir, on his side, is mildly frustrated the attention isn't on him, despite how much he is still enjoy the methodical, rhythmic feel of the machine pushing slowly in and out of him. However, a machine can't give him the tactile pleasure and attention his body is craving, as proven by how dark his gem is on his arm. He makes a louder sound, a needy whimpter to try to attract Dirk's attention.]

[ dirk keeps working at the shadow diligently, for a moment fully focused on it and getting as many reactions out of it as possible. each sound is a small triumph.

nadir's whimper draws his attention back around though, and he turns up the machine a bit for the shadow before turning back to nadir. he fusses a hand over the crown of his head once, then rubs at an ear, almost like he's lazily petting him.

then he grips at nadir's hip and gives it a squeeze before turning the speed up for him too. ]

What do you want? Use your words.

[The shadow glances balefully at Dirk once in awhile, about as much as it does Nadir, angry that the kitsune isn't suffering. The sudden increase in speed manages to get a louder sound out of it, even louder than its whispers, but it clamps its jaws shut and returns to its grumpy grunts, trying to ignore its own hard cock proving its enjoying this at least on some level.

Nadir responds to the gentle touches excitedly, nuzzling his head into the petting hand like an over-excited cat. The gem on his arm immediately starts glowing, albeit faintly, as he soaks up the attention.

It's a real shame when it stops, but the speed up of the dildo is a pretty good trade off. He gives a little shout as it suddenly pushes into him faster, harder, making his whole body lurch forward before he grinds his ass back hungrily for more--even if what Dirk says piques his impatience.]

Oh my god... you're...you're so NNGH sometimes...

That's not what I want to hear.

[ since nadir is strapped in so neatly it's easy for dirk to give his ass a slap as he speaks. ]

If you make me decide on my own, you may not like the answer.

[Nadir has never had his rear swatted before, aside from the occassional fond butt pat from his ex outside of sex, so that move shuts his mind down for a bit. And not necessarily in a bad way. But still surprising enough his eyes widen and face and gem burns red.]

Ah...

[He can't words right now.]

Well, in that case.

[ he turns it up again to distract him even more, then reaches down and around to stroke his cock slowly. ]

I'll play nice. Do you want my cock? Yes or no.

[He cries out at the new punishing pace, claws digging into the blanket under him as he wishes he could reach his dick to give himself some relief--but it seems Dirk read his mind and he breathes out in desperate pleasure as he feels his gloved hand wrap around him.

It takes him a moment to register his words, and he tries to look back at him with pleading, yellow eyes.]

Ye-yeah, please...

Alright, since you asked so nicely.

[ he shifts, moving the machine a bit--he takes a detour to fiddle with the settings for the shadow, nipping at the edge of one of its ears as he leans over it, smirk firmly in place. a hand roves up and down its spine, tactile and rude, giving its ass a swat as well before turning back to nadir.

now that he can get in front of nadir's machine he does, making quick work of his belt and fly before he lets his cock out, hard and heavy. when he speaks, it's low. ]

Open for me.

[It's frustrating that Dirk asks him that and then doesn't give it to him right away, but at least the fake cock ploughing him is distracting enough, but he really, really needs that human touch to go along with it. He has an empty pit of need in his gut--or, in his mouth, as it were.

As he tries not to whine too much so Dirk doesn't get annoyed and rescind his offer, the shadow still reacts to Dirks ministrations with some irritation, but it still make s its own sounds of pleasure at each touch and nip, even the ass swat has more of a pleased sound to it than the shock Nadir had. Overall, however, it doesn't seem to be affected negatively, showing more distress when Nadir responds to Dirk's physical touch.

When the human steps in front of Nadir, all blurry through his mostly lidded eyes, his tail starts to wag slowly as it's flipped to and fro from the machine's punishing speed. He opens them more when he hears the belt buckle, gaze hungry when he sees his cock come out, it looks so hard for him, and he licks his lips before opening his mouth, a shiver going down his spine at Dirk's tone.

He's had more sex before this with various people that had been fun and really good, but there's just something about Dirk's demeanor that hits something hidden deep in Nadir, sends him into a trance where all he wants to do is please him, no matter how long it takes.]

Good boy.

[ there's another moment of teasingly staying just out of reach before he shifts closer, one hand slipping down to cradle his jaw, the scrape of leather insistent against his fur.

he likes this situation, likes how easily nadir slips into the right mindset, and he's pretty sure he can keep going and get nadir even more into it if he gives it enough time.

being in control feels good, and it settles something in his stomach that hates that he can't control whether he's in this place or not. it's soothing, in a way, to have an outlet.

when he finally moves closer, he starts to carefully feed his cock into nadir's mouth, shallow thrusts at first before he slowly starts working his cock deeper. ]

I want you to take it all. I know you can.

[The teasing drives him crazy in a multitude of ways. If he wasn't so distracted by the machine he may have said something snarky about it, unable to watch his mouth like usual, but all he can manage at that moment is a frustrated, pathetic growl. Any time he gets close enough, he laps with his tongue, getting a quick taste of his cock, making him even more impatient, until he finally feels the smooth head of it on his tongue.

His mouth closes around it as Dirk thrusts, doing hungry but not too hard sucks every stroke in. At his command, his eyes open once more, looking up at him, unfocused, and he tries to answer "I'll try" but it's just a cock-muffled mess of noises.]

[ it could be for the best that nadir can't really speak properly right now--it's a little early to get into punishments right now. maybe later.

as it is he's mostly pleased with nadir's behavior, and while the one hand still cradles his jaw so he can feed more of his cock into his mouth, the other settles at the crown of his head to hold him in place.

the vibrations from nadir trying to answer run straight through his cock and up his spine, and he lets out a low grunt in response. it's a reaction, anyway. ]

[One day he'll figure out what gets him in trouble--and then do it on purpose rather than accidentally.

He had started to move his head a little as he sucks, but the hand to his head stops him. He glances up, briefly worried he annoyed him, but realizes he just...wants to hold him there. It makes him shiver in delight, a moan echoing deep from his chest, and he remains still except from the thrusts of the machine. His eyes close in bliss, small sounds escaping him as the dildo hits him deep, hits his prostrate, and a little grin comes on his face when he hears the taciturn Dirk make a sound, feeling great accomplishment.]

[ even dirk is only one man, and he does on occasion have reactions to things like the way that moan feels around his cock. his fingers twitch against his head but don't push him down, a slow exhale escaping him to ground himself.

he goes back to pushing deeper into his mouth, inch after slow inch, and that same hand rubs once over his head and down to his nape. it stays at his nape, grounding him in place. ]

Good. Just a little more.

[He grunts as he opens his muzzle more, trying to fit his long length in it. He had forgotten how big Dirk was... Not at all a complaint, but a delicious challenge nonetheless. Especially when Dirk does it so ploddingly slow--double especially when he pins him down by the neck like that as the rest of him continues to rock. His cock bobs, unrestrained and heavy, pre-come leaking copiously.

He whimpers at his encouragement, tail wagging slightly.]

[ he grins a little despite himself, pleased with how pliant nadir is being to the attentions. his nails scrape lightly at his nape, and he finally finishes pushing forward so that he can press nadir's muzzle into his stomach and hold him there.

he's testing, mostly, and pulls back after a moment so he can breathe again to see how well he takes it. ]

[He whimpers anew as the nails scrape through his sensitive nape fur, his breath ghosting through Dirk's pubic hair. He rather likes this, held nose to groin, breathing hard through his nose in excitement, taking in his scent that's strong from sex.

As his muzzle is cleared, he takes a deeper breath through his mouth, accompanied by a moan to let him know that that was definitely a welcomed thing Dirk had just done. He glances up at him, pupils wide, tongue hanging out, waiting for the return of his cock.]

You really are a good boy, aren't you?

[ he pushes forward again, not as slow as before, and at the same time pushes nadir's head down on his cock so they meet in the middle, muzzle to stomach again. ]

Let's see how long you can hold it there.

I try to be.

[He answers, soft from breathlessness and arousal, grinning stupidly up at him before his dick is pressing against his lips so he obediently opens back up again. He grunts a bit in surprise as he's pushed onto the length, but doesn't protest, instead practically nuzzling up onto his stomach when his nose met warm skin.

He thinks his request sounds a little weird, is it really that enjoyable just to have someone's mouth still on your dick? But he'll go with it, because so far Dirk has been shockingly right about what Nadir may like, as the machine mercilessly thrusting into him reminds him.]

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