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[broyonce]

[ nadir is so pliant to his instruction that it makes a thrill of want spike up his spine and his grip tightens briefly before he urges it to loosen. he draws nadir close in against him, leaning in to mouth at his chest near the fabric of the bra he has on before he pats his knee idly, looking at him. ]

Sit on my lap.

[nada]

[He wishes he could see his eyes, just to see if there was anything not-impassive going on in there, but, then again, he does enjoy the mystery of the man. Not knowing what he was thinking or feeling. But Nadir's at least pretty sure Dirk is liking the hell out of this night.

A small gasp escapes him as his lips brush over his sensitive abdomen, one of his hands automatically going to card through the strands of his hair, holding him close for a brief moment.

He smiles a little, a chuckles.]

Ohkay...

[He hasn't sat in his lap before, and he's pretty unsure what this could lead to, but he does as he's told, wrapping both arms around his broad shoulders. He looks at him expectantly.]

[broyonce]

[ since his personality is so shitty, the mystery really has to be the appeal. well, it's better than it was, but he's still, to put it frankly, a huge asshole.

still, nadir seems to like him so he doesn't question it too much.

he likes the hand in his hair more than he expected to and rests there against him a moment, eyes closed, before sitting up straight again. ]

You'll like it.

[ once nadir is settled it's not like he can't feel dirk's cock against his ass, but dirk doesn't do anything about that for now, just cups him through his panties with a little squeeze before dipping his hand beneath lace and fabric to wrap fingers around his cock. ]

[nada]

[Dirk can't do anything about that, but Nadir sure can wiggle a little to feel it, hard and warm, through his panties and fur, adding to the fun of this new set up.]

I bet I will, you've had a good record so far when gifting me something!

[He grins, squeezing his shoulders as he leans into him more.

His eyes turn down to watch his hand squeeze him, making his dick throb against his palm, but the real thrill comes when his hand slips under the translucent fabric, touching him, making it (hopefully) obvious what he intends too do.]

Ah... please...

[broyonce]

[ he huffs out a breath at the way nadir wriggles against him, almost a groan but not quite, and briefly tucks in his face against his neck to take a deep breath. leveling himself out.

the commentary makes him snort though, and he brushes his lips along the curve of his jaw. ]

You're just easy.

[ nadir's reaction to his teasing is encouraging even without the plea, and he gives a slow stroke before pausing. ]

Since you asked so nice-like.

[ he complies easily, using one gloved hand to jerk him off, soft leather granting its own brand of friction. ]

[nada]

[His fingers thread into the hair at the nape of his neck, blunt claws scratching lightly over skin and scalp, holding him briefly there as he burrows his nose into his neck fur, not saying anything for once. Except a quiet, offended, "Hey...!" when he calls him "easy." He hears that implication, bro, he hears it.

He shudders noticeably as Dirk begins to stroke him, leaning heavily against his chest, fingers tightening in his hair as his body melts. The glove is dry, but his cock is moist, but it's a soft, well-used leather so it's not as terrible as it could be--really, in its own way, it's erotic and Nadir is growing quite a fetish for it, his enjoyment only growing further as he watches his hand move through half-lidded eyes. His lips part, starting to pant softly as more blood rushes to his cock, balls twitching with want.]

Th-thanks...

[broyonce]

[ dirk says nothing in response to the 'hey,' mostly because he's not going to back down on calling him easy.

more important is the way nadir shudders against him: dirk holds him tighter, hand not on his cock slipping to rest at his hip and hold him in place. he can tell nadir is watching, can feel how his cock twitches in his hand, and his voice is low as he shifts to murmur in his ear, thumb brushing the head of his cock. ]

You like it like this, don't you? Dressed up all pretty in my lap.

[nada]

[His thumb brings on another shiver, and now he nudges his head under Dirk's chin, pressing the dip between eyes and snout against his warm throat. He can still watch his hand like this, but the words ticking into his flicking ear makes his eyes close for a moment as he moans through parted lips. He nods slightly against him after a hesitant moment.]

I like making you ... happy. [He pauses as he tries to think of the word. "Turned on" or "horny" or something else entirely might be more appropriate, but he's still sometimes reluctant to be that sexually blunt.] I feel good like this...

[broyonce]

You look good like this.

[ it's rare a compliment comes easily but here it is, laid out flat before him. he shifts his hand to squeeze nadir's balls before moving back to the shaft, hand at his hip digging in blunted nails slightly through the fur. ]

Should I get you more of these?