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that's fine.
go ahead.

See you soon!

[If Nadir was a more conscientious man he'd feel bad about what he was about to do, but he's not, because he IS a kitsune and a little bit of a jerk, but he shows up at Dirk's doorway wearing the exact same clothes he always wears, nothing else different. Though, knowing Dirk, Dirk could be planning the same. That would be funny, too, honestly. Either way, he knocks on the door, tail already wagging as he waits.]

[ it's almost what he normally wears. dirk is in tight blue jeans, cowboy boots, a white t-shirt, and a cowboy hat. he has a large belt buckle that says REDNECK on it and he's not wearing gloves for once. he pauses in the doorway after he opens it, considering shutting it in his face again, then sighs and steps aside.

he tips down his (black, normal) sunglasses and looks nadir up and down. ]

Some costume.

[His face noticeably lights up seeing that Dirk did try, toothy grin splitting his face.]

Oh my god, you're a satyr, look at you!

Are cowboys called satyrs where you're from, because I got a much different idea of a satyr than this.

Satyrs are satyrs!

[He says, strolling past, greeting him with a flick of the tail against him, letting it drag off him in a flirtatious friendly way.]

But they also dress like THAT.

Then he turns around, standing in a way like he's trying to show off a costume quietly that he isn't wearing. Chest thrust out slightly. Grin still on his face like an asshole.]

You usually dress like an elf.

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Satyrs are cowboys... You know what, sure.

[ he looks him up and down again at that pose, lips briefly pressing into a thin line before relaxing. ]

I do, huh.

[ he steps closer, plucking at the fabric of his shirt. ]

You better got a good goddamn story for this outfit.

You do! Right down to the popped collar.

[He mimes lifting up a collar his shirt decidedly lacks, because he is not an elf.

His eyes only gleam more as Dirk gets closer, looking up at him as he tugs on his shirt.]

It's obvious, isn't it? Tonight I'm a trickster spirit.

Mm.

[ at that he scowls briefly. ]

You always are.

[ he slides a hand down to his side and then back up but under his shirt this time, stopping at his ribs. ]

Either you're lazy or an asshole, which is it?

[Dirk is definitely annoyed, and while part of him wonders if he should be worried about that Nadir is incapable of it because he knows his plan is a good one. He figured it all out once he got the mysterious package from Dirk a couple weeks ago that Nadir kept quiet about receiving, just to pull this.

He holds up a finger, making a tsking around, and taps Dirk on the chest with a blunt claw.]

Wrong, I'm always a kitsune. A trickster spirit is a totally different species.

[He is a little surprised Dirk is already pawing at him, but he supposes maybe being insufferable is a turn on for him. He doesn't pull away, and in fact leans into the touch, grin turning just a little lascivious now.]

A trickster never reveals the solution to his riddle.

So you dress like a trickster spirit every day, huh?

[ the hand slides back down to his waist, mostly behaving, and he looks down at him with one raised eyebrow. ]

So you're an asshole.

[ he grins a little though. just a little. ]

There's no point in going out with your lame costume.

No, I'm just a clever trickster spirit who disguised himself as a kitsune!

[He looks vaguely disappointed when his hand shifts down, but the grin perks back up when he doesn't stop touching him. Seeing a smile on his face, even as rude as it was, makes his heart leap in excitement, and he laughs.]

Hehehe, you're just upset I'm upstaging you. [He steps in closer and blatantly rubs his cheek against his chest.] That's okay, I'm feeling like staying in anyway.

Upstaging me? Like that? Hardly.

[ he sighs but it's long-suffering; when nadir nuzzles up to him he rolls his eyes and takes off his cowboy hat to plop it down on nadir's head.

it's a measure of affection. ]

Sure. Come on in.

[He snickers at the sigh, feeling it through his cheek. The laugh turns into a startled noise when he feels the hat drop over his ears and he pulls back, turning his face up to Dirk, barely able to see past the brim of it as it tilts over his brow, almost touching his nose tip.]

Should we skip societal politeness of hanging out on the sofa like we're not gonna have sex and just go to the bedroom and have said sex?

Is that all I'm good for?

[ a beat. he looks stonefaced. then: ]

Fine by me. We could fuck anywhere though, including the couch.

[He feigns a gasp, putting both hands to his mouth in faux surprise.]

Oh no, did I offend you.

[But he snickers again when Dirk, predictably, gives in.]

We can do something after it. Even if it's just slouching around in bed naked watching TV. [Beat.] Or slouching around naked on the couch. I'll let you choose.

[He tilts the brim of that hat at him all cowboy polite, like that offer was a kindness to Dirk.]

Yes.

[ deadpan. ]

Thank you kindly for being so magnanimous as to allow me to sit where I choose in my own home.

[ he just grabs his arm to tug him into the bedroom. this is what you wanted, nadir. ]

I am a pretty great hombre like that, aren't I.

[He states as he's tugged off his feet, literally. He floats along behind him as he pulls him to the bedroom, heart already pumping with excitement for a multitude of reasons least of which being sex with Dirk was always exceptionally fun and hard in ways that he really, really has come to like.]

That's definitely not how that goes.

[ but he doesn't mind it: not really. once they're in the bedroom he lets nadir go and takes off his shirt, though he leaves the rest for later. the spread of scars on him is a little more extensive than last time, but nothing that looks horrible. perhaps he's been spending time fighting in the arena.

he sits on the edge of the bed and crooks a finger toward nadir. ]

Come here.

Teach me then, padre.

[Did he use that word on purpose or is he that stupid to mix up partner and padre. The world may never know.

He watches him with growing hunger as he takes off his shirt, gaze focusing in on how his muscles move and--wait, what the hell? His smile falters as he takes in the wounds, but he still obeys him, walking up and between his knees, but reaches out to gingerly touch near a scar.]

What in the world happened to you??

More teachin' on my part? I'm not the best for that.

[ he's about to run his fingers along the line of nadir's neck when he voices the concern and dirk frowns, briefly, before shrugging like it's no big deal. ]

There's an arena I head to sometimes. Get a good match in.

Arena?

[He asks, voice still very much concerned, visibly troubled by him being hurt.]

Yeah, for fight match ups. It's no big deal.

[ now he does smooth his hand over the side of nadir's neck, trying to get him to relax about it. he doesn't see the problem, but he's always been kind of an alarming guy. ]

[He leans into the touch, unable to keep the electricity it generates from crawling up his spine, but he still fusses, spreading a warm hand over a less injured bit of chest, touch more gentle than sexual.]

Why're you doing THAT for? You can't be doing it for cash, we can do it more if you need money!

[He sounds so earnest.]

What? I pay to participate. It keeps me busy and it's a good time.

[ for once he sounds kind of genuinely confused. it's not like they're death matches, so they're fine in his mind. ]

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