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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. ]

[His heart thumps into his throat when the kiss stops on his lips suddenly, feeling his fingers go over the lace that hugs around his chest. He doesn't say anything when Dirk looks at him, but shoots him a grin before the world is nothing but his shirt as its yanked over it.

He finishes removing it on his own, cowboy hat tumbling to the ground behind him along with the shirt, having forgotten it was even on his head. Revealed was a blue, lacy bra, part of a set that he had been looking at through a window when out with Dirk weeks ago, which had then showed up at his door as a gift from the man soon after. He had decided not to wear it right away, make it seem like maybe he never got it or didn't like it, and spring it on him randomly.

That day was today.

He wears it confidently enough, having worn women's clothing before whenever he put on a female human form, and has zero qualms about wearing that sort of clothing when in a more masculine form, and Dirk had been smart enough to get the cups as small as possible so it could lay flat on his chest. Any nervousness he shows is merely wondering if it looks as good to Dirk as he hopes it does.]

Surprise...!

So you put your costume underneath.

[ his fingertips graze along the lace, trailing along the side of his body and up over his chest, fingers splaying and slipping under fabric. he hums thoughtfully, other hand settling at his waist as he explores the planes of his chest and how the bra covers it. ]

It looks good. You'll be keeping that on.

[ firmly. he doesn't think nadir would complain, but there's a little roughness at the edge of his tone that indicates that he's a little more affected by it than he'd like to let on. ]

I'd wondered if you got it.

I told you! Trickster...

[His heart is now pounding up into his head, his excitement jumping twicefold now that he knows Dirk likes it. Likes HIM in it. He shivers under his touch, leaning into his hands, watching them as they explore his body in lingerie.

He has zero complaints, the demand only makes his cock get a rush of blood, pushing the tip out of the sheath, press wetly against the lace still hidden by his jeans.]

I did. Like, weeks ago. But wanted to surprise you.

Well, color me surprised.

[ he keeps touching, but the hand at his waist drifts down to squeeze him through the jeans. his lips tip up at one corner and he leans in real close, voice a low drawl against his ear. ]

You wearin' the matchin' set?

[He whimpers as his dick's squeezed, collapsing against Dirk's shoulder, fingers clinging to his shirt. His voice sounds so good in his ear, making him shudder against him.]

You'll just have to figure that out on your own.

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