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[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.]

[ it'll go on for a bit: the control is what dirk likes after all, and he'll hold nadir's head down and in place until nadir starts to show signs of distress.

or just before that.

he counts off slowly in his head, thinking about when to let him go, and doubles the time he has him down there before pulling back. ]

[At first it's a little unnerving. Nadir is able to breathe just barely, and eventually it does get uncomfortable, but Dirk seems to understand the difference in tone his whimpers take when he wants more air. Nadir gasps as the thick intrusion leaves his muzzle, and pants for a bit, but he realizes he doesn't HATE it. And the way Dirk holds his head or jaw, any sounds he may make, gets Nadir's whole body heated.

God, his own cock aches, but he's so thoroughly into Dirk the more he does this, the longer his dick is in his mouth, that it's a discomfort he's happy to live with. He's still not entirely sure what Dirk is getting out of this, but the way his length never softens against his tongue, how musky from sex he continues to smells, Nadir can tell he's getting SOMETHING out of it.]

[ and he does go down again, one hand at nadir's jaw and fingers working into the corner of his mouth insistently while the other hand switches to stroking his head and down his back, idle touches.

he's still going to hold him down on his cock and keep his mouth pried open, but there's a surprising softness to the rest of his actions.

there's another huff of breath out of him, almost a moan, just shy of one. it's definitely something. ]

[Nadir gets so into the routine he's easy to manipulate, allowing Dirk's fingers to play with his mouth as effortlessly as it is to pull him off and push back onto his cock. The gentler touches are like heaven, relaxing him further aside from the times the dildo hits him inside so good he almost comes all over himself and the table and he has to tense up with a tight whimper, whole body trembling.

He hears that breath escape Dirk and he opens his eyes to look up at him, his gaze glazed over but adoring, mouth flexing around Dirk's dick as he swallows.]

[ after a while he shifts tactics: rather than hold nadir down on his cock he starts to thrust rhythmically into his mouth, holding his head in place with both hands and thumbs in either corner of his mouth.

when nadir looks up at him he grins, bottoming out then pulling back slowly. ]

Do you want me to come in your mouth?

[His body tenses up as he starts fucking his mouth, fingers clinging at the blanket again, limbs shaking as he feels the need to orgasm build up again. He moans and chokes and moans again, drool slipping out around Dirk's thumbs.

And, god, Nadir is so blissed out how could he possibly answer that question concretely? He wants his come everywhere: in his mouth, on his face, on his body, inside him-- he whimpers in response, gaze getting even hungrier.]

Good... Just like that.

[ the way he looks up at him is answer enough, honestly: he'll get more later, but for now dirk is going to draw nadir's face down on his cock again and come down his throat, exhale shaking once as he expels air through his nose.

he holds him in place until he's done, then pulls back slowly to let his cock slip out of his mouth. ]

[His eyes shut tight as he's forced back down on his dick, holding back a gag reflex so he doesn't miss out on having Dirk shoot everything down his throat, something that he hasn't experienced yet. It was such an overwhelmingly erotic moment, that hearing Dirk breathe like that as his dick pulsed at the back of his throat, his body writhes under the machine frantically until he's unexpectedly coming himself. His eyelids flutter, eyes rolling back briefly from the sensation of it, whimpering pathetically around the length in his muzzle as load after load splatters on the bed under him.

Once Dirk pulls out of his mouth he's panting, eyes barely open and looking utterly destroyed.]

You did well.

[ he straightens, hand smoothing down between his ears and down the side of his face to cup his chin, and he shifts a bit to give nadir more space. ]

Good boy.

[ another almost-fond caress before he's stepping away, keeping the machine on the same level as he moves toward where he's got the shadow trussed up as well. ]

I'm going to give you a breather while I take care of this one.

[It's almost upsetting with Dirk stepping away. Nadir wants to reach out and grab him, pull him back and press his face into his stomach as he pants, but he can barely focus to say a syllable let alone ask for something so embarrassingly needy after all of that. He shows his appreciation for the gentle touches with languid tail wags (the machine moving his tail more than he's able to at the moment).

He also had completely forgotten about the shadow, but right now he could barely care. And it seems the shadow hasn't appreciated everything Dirk just did to Nadir, because its gotten more translucent, and much more quiet, but still physically there enough to be ploughed thoroughly by the machine, pre still leaking out of its cock onto the bed--maybe even more than before, from watching them...? It shifts as Dirk's attention returned to it, trying to turn its head.]

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