[ it's a learning process. honestly, he doesn't need to be told when he can see and hear how little connor was affected by that short of a time pressed down on his cock. so when connor tries to press forward again, dirk lets him. he lets him until he presses a hand at the back of his head to keep him in place again, this time much longer than the first.
he notes the music but his mind is preoccupied with the sight before him right now so he files it away for later, not willing to devote too much brain power to it when a pretty boy is on his knees in front of him. he relents about the time connor shifts, letting him take another breath.
he's not blind, so when he notices connor's hand shifting and clicks his tongue in disapproval, one foot shifting enough to press down firmly on the top of one of his thighs. ]
Did I say you could do that? [ it's that same tone as before, thick and rough but almost syrupy as more of his accent slips out each time he speaks. ] No touching yourself.
[ to punctuate it, he presses him down on his cock again. ]
its a cruel mistress
he notes the music but his mind is preoccupied with the sight before him right now so he files it away for later, not willing to devote too much brain power to it when a pretty boy is on his knees in front of him. he relents about the time connor shifts, letting him take another breath.
he's not blind, so when he notices connor's hand shifting and clicks his tongue in disapproval, one foot shifting enough to press down firmly on the top of one of his thighs. ]
Did I say you could do that? [ it's that same tone as before, thick and rough but almost syrupy as more of his accent slips out each time he speaks. ] No touching yourself.
[ to punctuate it, he presses him down on his cock again. ]