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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. ]

[He blinks, then:]

You PAY to get your butt beat??

[ disgruntled: ]

You think I lose?

[His answer is to wordlessly gesture at his wounds in exasperation.]

If you think that's an ass beatin' I don't know what to tell you.

Please, I've been beaten to bloody pulp more times I can count since I was 13, smart alec!

[He huffs, offended now himself.]

Doesn't make this any better!

[He knows he probably shouldn't get so wound up about this, Dirk is a friend but were they really close enough for him to reprimand him for his dubious hobby? But he is barely any good at hiding his emotions, and seeing him hurt does make him feel terrible. At least he wasn't just randomly beat up, else Nadir might have flown off to put the fear of fire into whoever had done it, but he's not going to go off for vengeance for something Dirk willingly did, as idiotic as it was.

He tries to settle down, letting out what he's feeling in a dramatic breath of air, but he still frowns, brows furrowed as he looks back at Dirk's chest, now gingerly touching with both hands, paw pads ghosting over skin and healing wounds.]

...Does it hurt?

[ there's a moment where that strikes him the wrong way and he flinches. it's brief, barely there, but it exists. maybe it's the age pinging something in him. then his face smooths again and he shakes his head. ]

Don't know why you're makin' a big deal out of it when it's fine, then.

[ he softens a bit, pressing a hand atop nadir's. ]

A little. I don't mind it.

[He misses that flinch, too intent on his chest, but draws his eyes back up to his when he speaks again. Sad, fox eyes. But even sad fox eyes roll at the comment, but not in an unkind way, and he says gently but firm:]

'Cause I like you, idiot, and just because I got scars under all my fur doesn't mean I think it's fine for you or anyone else to have them!

[But his hand on his makes him huff one more breath and he relents. Right now doesn't have to be the time for this, not when he came here with a particular intention in mind, plus he can tell they aren't too terrible of wounds, if numerous, so he won't feel bad about continuing on.

He leans down to butt his forehead against his, much like the earlier chest rubbing move he did earlier, saying:]

Fine.

[ he actually almost smiles and exhales a laugh when the touch calms him. his other hand grips nadir's chin to give him a slow kiss. ]

Glad to see I'm not grounded.

[He easily lets himself be directed by his hand, leaning now into the kiss which only soothes him more, arms slipping around his neck.

When he parts, he looks him in the eyes, his gaze excited once more.]

You being grounded robs me of my fun, so not yet you're not!

Ah, savin' it for after the fact.

[ his hands slip under nadir's shirt now, fingertips sliding up his ribs gently. he hasn't quite reached chest level yet, but he's working on it. ]

It only makes sense.

[His breath hitches, both from the feel of his fingers back on him, slipping through his fur, and building excitement as they get so close, so so close, to the surprise he has for Dirk. He catches his mouth again with his own, moaning softly into it.]

Mm.

[ another familiar non-answer. an acknowledgment. he's too busy with the task at hand, returning the kiss firmly as his hands slide further upward--

--then pause when he hits lace. he pulls back, blinking behind his shades, and gives nadir a questioning look before gripping the hem of his shirt and tugging it up over his head. ]

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