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[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.

That can be arranged.

[ he runs a hand along his hips before bringing the other hand down to meet it so he can undo the jeans and tug them down with a vague 'mm' noise, though it's tilted toward approval when he sees the matching panties. ]

A good look on you.

Yeah...?

[He sounds bashful, not a usual tone from him, stupidly pleased to hear him say that. He leans back a little, just to curve his body just so, let Dirk take in how his sheath fills out the panties.]

Yeah. A real prime piece of ass.

[ while normally that would be incredibly rude, there's a slight lightness to his tone that isn't usually there. he's teasing.

his hand shifts a little lower to cup him through the panties, giving a testing little squeeze. ]

[That does make Nadir's eyes widen in surprise, but he notices the lighter edge to his voice and it makes him do his giddy fox chuckle. He gives him a little shove on the shoulders.]

That's gross, my butt isn't a steak--ah! fu--

[He gasps, though it was a gentle grasp it was unexpected, sending a sudden thrill of pleasure through him. He leans forward, burying his muzzle and cheek into Dirk's hair, moaning his name softly.]

You sure?

[ now he's just smirking a little, though nadir can't see it. the hand cupping him starts to rub slowly, encouraged by the response to the barest touch. ]

Tell me what you want.

[Can't see it, but maybe, just maybe, can hear it in his voice.

He breathes out a pleased sigh as he's being rubbed, melting against him as more of his length grows, pressing against lace and his leather glove. He nuzzles against his cheek, knocking his shades askew, and whimpers into his ear, mildly bashful again:]

Just...y'know, u-use me. Like you do.

[Just asking for that makes his hips jump forward, rut into his hand further.]

You leaving the details up to me?

[ he doesn't slip his hand under the fabric, just keeps rubbing him through it, a considering little hum in his throat. ]

You're easy to please.

[ he shifts, spreading his own legs a little wider, and fixes his glasses in the same moment he presses down on nadir's shoulder. ]

On your knees.

I just like seeing what you think of!

[He is definitely very easy to please, but it makes him flush hard under the fur, looking at him with eyes heated with both lust and embarrassment. He also just didn't know what he wanted--he could ask for basic stuff, but Dirk always seemed to have something new to bring to the table that Nadir would never have thought of, and that's what he wanted now. He at least brought cross-dressing, now Dirk can wreck him for it.

He leans back a bit as Dirk moves, both cock and heart throbbing as he watches him spread his legs, knowing where that was going. While it wasn't new (at least, what Nadir was assuming Dirk wanted wasn't new), he loves giving head so he eagerly sinks down to his knees, settling with his hands on his knees, incidentally framing the bra between his arms as he does, and looks up at him with wide eyes, anxious to please him.]

Mm. I see.

[ he just sits and watches nadir for a moment, eyes hidden behind his shades, but he likes what he sees. the instant obedience is a rush, really, and all he could possibly ask for. he's got some ideas already, but for now he figures starting out with the norm is going to ease nadir into what he wants to do.

he's not the most caring top, but he does know what he's doing.

the way his arms frame the bra is better than nice and he just looks for a moment, admiring. his hand smooths between nadir's ears before he shifts just enough to undo his own jeans and free his cock, half-hard and waiting. ]

Get me hard.

[Nadir knows Dirk likes it when he's obedient (and is pretty sure when he isn't obedient, too), but he doesn't quite understand just how deep that enjoyment is for the other man, but if he stopped to reflect on it it was probably as much of a rush as he gets from obeying such orders. But that's too self-reflective for him, especially when in such a heady state.

He does respond cutely to the pet, eyes squeezing shut as he gives a light purr, ears reflexively lowering then perking back up as he hears the sound of a buckle undoing and zipper lowering. When he opens them again, he's happily greeted by Dirk's dick and he's already leaning forward in anticipation.

With his demand, he answers with a light "okay!", placing his hands on Dirk's thighs as he basically nuzzles against his cock and balls, feeling the warmth and weight of it against his muzzle, taking in his scent.]

[ it's easy to get lost in moments like this, but he keeps a tight rein on his thought processes: he likes to watch nadir come undone under his instruction and even if he never came he'd get plenty of satisfaction from the act of ruining nadir.

it's a strong pull to keep fucking around with him like he does, but he's not thinking about the future right now, keeping his focus on the moment at hand.

nadir's eagerness is its own animal and dirk likes it. the nuzzle draws an almost-chuckle out of him and he bites the inside of his cheek as he watches him, keeping on an even keel as he drops a hand to cup under his jaw to encourage him. ]

[It's not lost on Nadir that the more they do things like this the more Dirk seems to open and do things like "almost chuckle". They're not huge strides, and Nadir's not even sure he would want Dirk to be as open as he is--he likes his reticence, it was a nice and often amusing foil to his own personality that surprisingly didn't clash into real aggravation--but all the same it sends warmth through his body, even as he feels himself grow more and more aroused.

He turns his eyes up to him when he feels him cup his chin, giving his balls a nice, wet lick as he meets his eyes. He shifts back enough to nudge his half-hard cock with the tip of his muzzle before parting his lips to lap at it gently with his tongue before drawing it fully into his mouth, sighing happily through his nose.]

[ he's not likely to make further concessions for a long time, but the small changes are good. progress without losing his collected quiet.

he plants the tip of a boot at the front of one of nadir's thighs and gives a little pressure, holding-but-not-holding him there.

nadir's eyes on him drag another little smirk out of him and he nods in encouragement to the licks, fingers briefly tightening at his jaw.

his cock in nadir's mouth is good though; he's not fully hard yet but he is getting more aroused the more time passes, and his cock is hardening to match within his mouth. ]

[The step on his thigh barely registers, his mind brushing it off as an accident not worth fixing at the moment. He just keeps his eyes close, just enjoying the feel of him on his tongue, the feel of it growing slowly stiffer and pressing more against it and the roof of his mouth. He sucks a little harder, bobbing his head slightly, encouraging it to harden more.]

[ his foot shifts again, pressing more firmly higher up his thigh and resting there pointedly. his cock is hardening further as time goes on and his hand slips from nadir's jaw back around to the back of his head, urging him forward to take more of him in. ]

[The foot travels up his leg, and he makes a sound around his cock, briefly looking up at him, as if to gently alert him, "hey maybe you can't tell because it's a ~~satyr~~cowboy boot but you're standing on me", but his gaze shifts back down as he pulls back, watching the slick length appear before him. But it seems Dirk much rather him swallow him whole, and with a sound he's pushed back down onto his dick, nose pressing against his abdomen. He remains there for however long Dirk presses on his head, sucking more messily on him, more enthusiastically.]

[ dirk looks right back down at him and shifts his foot to the side enough so that the tip of his boot is pressing to the front of the panties and against his cock. it's pointed, even pressure.

the gaze is broken when nadir returns to his cock, but he has no complaints. he holds him down a moment before relenting briefly, allowing him to get some air in before pressing him down again. ]

[When the hand lightens he pulls back just enough to open his mouth wide enough to suck in some air, but then he's suddenly back down on his cock and he gives a loud, happy sound, nuzzling into his abdomen in effort to fruitlessly get more into his mouth, there being no more dick left to suck down.

However, after a spell the foot on his dick gets uncomfortable and he struggles a bit under his hand, making a sound that's more like "hey, let me up" as he taps his thigh.]

[ by the time this happens his dick is fully hard so after a moment longer of holding him in place dirk relents, hand vacating the back of his head to allow him range of movement.

he looks down at him questioningly, waiting for him to speak. ]

[He pulls off, looking up at him apologetically though he does so kindly take his shaft in hand and idly stroke him as he says:]

Uh, not sure if you could tell, but your foot is accidentally on my, uh, area?

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