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[His whimper turns petulant and frustrated as he's kept from being able to get any relief--or even get himself harder easily.

He's relatively easily soothed by the thumb tracing over his neck. His head turns, as if trying to rub against what bit of his hand he can, hungry for more affection along with the sex, but it's left to be seen if he gets it.

In a trembling voice, he answers:]

I...maybe...?

Mm. We'll see.

[ he's good at sensing things though, and the hand at his neck deviates so that it can wrap around his torso and draw him back against dirk's chest, hand dipping down to squeeze his balls idly before he starts to explore with his fingers, stroking what of his cock is exposed before letting fingers trail around the seam of where it begins to come out of his sheath. ]

Looks like you need a little help first.

[He grunts as he's pulled up against Dirk, and reacts to it with an undulation of his body, rocking up into him, and down onto Dirk's dick with a squeeze of his body around it.

For his effort, Nadir is rewarded with a little genital groping that makes him bite his lower lip for a brief moment before he's actively, loudly whimpering at his sheath being teased, Dirk's words giving his heart an excited flutter. Would Dirk...?]

Please... I wanna come again so bad...

[ rather than say anything at first, he gently slides the tip of one finger under the edge of his sheath, feeling the heat from his cock and giving the sheath itself a little stretch. he's mostly exploring right now, figuring out what works by judging nadir's reactions.

and so far they've been positive, so he keeps going. ]

You'll come again before we're through, don't worry.

[He reacts to him slipping a finger under the sensitive skin with a loud yelp of surprise and pleasure, his body arching up against his as pleasure rockets up his spine, making even his fur fluff out.]

Do-don't stop...

[He pleads, quivering in his hold.]

Who said anythin' about stoppin'?

[ he rubs nadir's cock under the sheath, adding another finger to stretch it a little more and give him more contact. it's still gentle, exploratory, as he keeps rolling his hips so that he's not giving nadir a break from the fucking. ]

How does it feel?

[He wants to explain he doesn't mean stop the whole sex thing, just the...sheath...thing but he has lost 99% of his vocabulary currently and all he can do is grind back onto Dirk's dick as he shudders against him. He cranes his head back, pressing it on Dirk's shoulder as he openly pants, getting so heated as his own cock rushes back to life at this thoroughly lewd act he's doing to him, his length growing, getting thicker, making his sheath tighter around Dirk's fingers and making Nadir go even more crazy.]

G-good! So good...!

Good boy. Just look at you.

[ it's soft praise right against his ear as teeth catch the edge of it, and he uses the slickness of nadir's precome to keep moving his fingers along his sheath, stroking his cock and oh-so-carefully stretching the skin a little further like he's testing how nadir will react. ]

Feels like I'm playin' you like a fiddle.

[If he was a little less thoroughly fucked and a little more clear-minded maybe he would pick up that Dirk has an obvious control fetish, but all that registers is the praising tone in his voice and how it feels just as good as his dick in him and his fingers playing on his own.

He doesn't answer, just writhes against him as his moans and whimpers and pants with his tongue out, until his sheath grows too tight, forcing Dirk's fingers out as his knot begins to swell. Nadir grips the blanket at the sensation, practically sobbing as the need to come grows.]

Di-Dirk...!

Come on...

[ he keeps fucking him persistently, and shifts tactics once his fingers are forced out of the sheath, giving his knot a squeeze before properly stroking his cock, then going back and giving another squeeze, and so on. ]

I know you can come for me again.

[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.]

[ dirk is quiet a moment after that, letting him do as he pleases with his hand for now. he urges an idle kiss to the base of an ear, rocks his hips to press into him one more time, and comes. it's not quite as much as when he came into his mouth, but it's close.

he only stops after that, hunched over him and holding onto him with his free hand. ]

There you go... Good.

[His ear flicks at the kiss, and he heaves something like a sigh mix with an exhausted sob, only to start whimpering again as Dirk's hips slam into him to fill him with his come. He writhes against him weakly, loving the feel of it but just too tired to do more.]

Ah... thank you...?

[He murmurs, distracted.]

[ at that he sighs, flopping a little more thoroughly and rolling onto his side so he doesn't squash nadir. he's not really a cuddler, but he does draw nadir with him so he's not still pressed face-down into the mattress. ]

Feelin' any better?

[Dirk may not be a cuddler, but Nadir sure is, even if the other person doesn't return it. But he has no clue about the other guy's thoughts on cuddling at the moment, so he just finishes rolling over after Dirk's kind gesture, face straight into his chest. Oh, right, he still has his clothes on. That's kinda hot, but sucks for a good cuddle, Nadir thinks. He rubs his face into the fabric, putting one arm around Dirk's waist. Muffled, he answers:]

Mmm'feel good. Is it gone?

[He doesn't want to move to look at the other machine, but if he had he would have seen it was, indeed, gone, leaving behind empty but still intact straps.]

[ yeah he just kind of lays there like a lump while nadir cuddles him. sorry. he's doing his best, sort of.

at the question he turns his head and squints, then hums an affirmative and nods. ]

Yeah, it's gone.

Good...

[He sounds relieved. Genuinely, rawly so. The shadow must be whispering truly terrible things for sounding like that...

He notices that Dirk isn't embracing him back, but he's also not pushing him away, so he just remains as he is. A return hug would be nice, but he's so tired and thoroughly fucked out that he doesn't care enough to be offended or hurt or anything else. He relaxes further hearing that the shadow is gone and melts more into Dirk, sighing into his chest, closing his eyes.]

Should be gone awhile.

You'll have a little respite.

[ he does shift, finally, to drag him up toward the pillow, arm settling loosely over his side afterward. it's not a return cuddle, but it's tactile and it's gentle rather than his previous sharp, calculated motions. ]

Get some rest.

[Nadir is just dead weight now. 165 pounds of fox meat that Dirk drags up the bed. He doesn't even deign to open his eyes. But once at a pillow he moves his head on it and burrows both into it and Dirk's chest, seeking out the comfort of body warmth after such a hard session. He adds in an extra, grateful nuzzle when he feels an arm over him--yes, it's not holding him, but the weight is appreciated.]

I might sleep 12 hours...

[ dirk is used to hauling around dead weight by now, so he doesn't mind it. he sighs and closes his eyes, dropping his head down to the pillow, and shrugs so that nadir can feel it. ]

So sleep 12 hours.

[He theatrically gasps, lifting his head briefly to look at him.]

Sleep over?

If you're going to be weird about it, you can go home.

So does that mean no pillow fights?

I'm gonna make you sleep on the floor.

[His ears and voice lower.]

No talking about cute boys?

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