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Noted.

[ he lets his hand brush over his hair then, nails briefly tipping down into his scalp before they relent again. he drops it back to his side, for now. ]

That's fine. Not bothered by it.

[ it's not a dig or anything, that's just the way he talks. ]

[Connor swallows down the noise he wants to make when Dirk touches him. He likes being touched, when it's expected. When he knows it's going to happen. It's one of the reasons why he likes sex with people who don't care a lot about him: they won't try to touch him, when it's over.

Slowly and deliberately enough for Dirk to stop him if he wants, Connor reaches for the waistband of Dirk's pants.]

For the record, I rescind my previous statement. I'm willing, as long as you are. You don't even need to buy me dinner afterward, I'll blow you for free.

Edited 2021-06-06 03:44 (UTC)

[ dirk is a quiet fuck, overall: he likes his partners to be loud as hell, but he's not loud himself. not making noises comes easily to him, though. he almost never talked at all while dave was growing up--at least while cal had hold of him.

but that was then and this is now. he's said more in a month than he'd said in years before that. it means something, probably.

but being quiet during this kind of thing is just him, nothing put upon him.

back to the moment at hand. ]

Fortunately, I'm not a buying dinner afterward kind of guy. This can be what it is. I'm not going to get weird about it if you don't.

[ he's not stopping connor's hands as he speaks. ]

I can do that.

[Connor undoes Dirk's pants, fingers immediately slipping under the waistband of his boxer briefs and seeking out the shape of Dirk with featherlight touches. It's been... a while? It's been a while, because he's spent a lot of the past three years just trying to survive, so he takes a moment to center himself before pulling the waistband down to free Dirk's cock. Connor leans forward, intending to make good on the promise of a blowjob before pausing and looking up at Dirk through his lashes.]

You can pull my hair as long as you don't pull it out.

[Then he dips his head down to take the head of Dirk's cock into his mouth.]

Glad we're in agreement.

[ he slouches a little as connor works at his pants, watching him through lidded eyes. it's a good sight, really; he has an appreciation for aesthetics (obviously), and this is already a good time.

he exhales a little louder at the first contact, slow. it's been a much longer time for him, though for different reasons. so he's attentive if nothing else; he nods in understanding at the ground rules.

he can follow rules. ]

Take it out of the braid, then.

[ his cock had already been stirring after connor had dropped down so smoothly in front of him, but with the attention it starts coming to attention a little faster: it hasn't been in a mouth in over a decade so perhaps it's a little overeager.

he's a big guy overall and his cock is proportionate, but he's a grower and not a shower, so welcome to that revelation as the moment continues. ]

[It takes Connor a moment to comply, because he's preoccupied with the overwhelming thought that he wants Dirk to fuck him. Not right now, because he's not stupid and he's aware that neither one of them has any of the necessary shit to make that a reality, but it's happening. His fingertips ghost over the piercings and it's not the first time he's seen something like them, but he's never seen this many at once. Connor's tongue briefly follows the path of his fingers along the underside of Dirk's cock, desperate for the idea of him. He'll buy actual lipstick if it gets him what he wants, even if he's not super fond of wearing it. He likes the way it looks, sometimes, but not the way it seems to get everywhere.

One of Connor's hands is busy on Dirk's cock, gently stroking, and he can't undo the knot in the leather cord he uses to tie his hair back with one hand. That was, maybe, an oversight on his part. Something to take note of for the future, because this is happening again in the future even if he has to manipulate his way into it. What he can do, though, is tug on the whole thing until it comes loose and then haphazardly unbraid it.

The rhythm of his hand on Dirk's cock barely falters while he does this, even if his mouth doesn't move. It's mostly because while he's coordinated to do the sex equivalent of patting his head and rubbing his stomach, he's not coordinated enough to do that while on a unicycle, so to speak. Once his hair is loose, Connor pulls off for just long enough to say:]

Use me.

[That said, Connor takes Dirk back into his mouth and sinks forward enough for his lips to meet the circle of his fingers.]

Edited (trent forgot important information about dirk's dick) 2021-06-07 00:26 (UTC)

[ it's funny how a guy can go from staunchly refusing to even engage with flirting to sitting on his couch getting his dick sucked by a younger man. he thinks about that, briefly, but he's too busy thinking about connor's mouth on his cock to actually pay attention to that fact for very long.

once connor's hair is undone dirk's fingers curl in it, threading through the strands and gripping it. there's no soft moment from him, a careful acceleration: he holds tight from the get-go, nails briefly scratching over his scalp as he gets settled in.

by the time his cock is fully hard it's certainly of good size. a good size to fuck with. too bad it's not happening tonight. this will have to be enough for now. but if he's amenable to this, maybe he'll be amenable to a proper fuck later.

(he tells himself he won't, but he knows himself better.)

even though connor's mouth meets his fingers dirk takes the instruction to heart and uses his grip on his hair to push him a little further down, then urge him back again. if connor wants to be used, dirk can give him that. ]

Keep moving.

[He's expecting it, but being pushed down further still makes him gag around Dirk's cock. There's tears welling up in Connor's eyes, but he lets Dirk move him by his hair. When he was first growing it out in an act of teenage rebellion, girls told him it was getting shaggy, unkempt. It wasn't until he was on his knees in the concrete bathroom of a park, gagging on the cock of some other guy on the same wilderness retreat, he realized why he liked his hair longer.

You're such a pretty slut, the guy had said, taking my cock like you were made for it.

Like that, with someone's hand in his hair to keep him where they wanted, Connor had come, untouched, in his jeans. This is much the same. He does as Dirk asks, moving both his hand and mouth in time with Dirk's urging, and desperately wishes he was presumptuous enough to carry lube around all the time. Maybe he should start. Actually, he's going to start if Dirk lets him keep doing this. Like this, literally gagging for it, it's easy to think of the future. Of what he wants. Of next, next, next.

If he were any good at self-reflection, he might think about what that means. He's not, and he doesn't.]

[ dirk isn't good at soft encounters. he used to try, a little, with his boyfriend, but he'd always slipped back into control. which is fine, because they both loved it, but it's a bit of a blind spot for him.

so this suits him, really; his hand in connor's hair, connor gagging on his cock as he moves him. he doesn't reconsider or relent: this is now, and he'll feel weird about fucking around with dave's friend later.

for now, his focus is on connor.

he continues to guide him with his hand, and after a moment he shifts his hips and draws connor down further on his cock and holds him there with a tight grip on his hair, counting in his head several seconds before letting him pull back.

when he speaks again it's rough, a little lower, and there's the slightest hint of his accent slipping in. ]

You look good gagging on it.

[If Connor could talk, he'd tell Dirk he can hold his breath for much longer than that. It's a skill born of a summer spent sinking to the bottom of a pool and waiting there until his lungs screamed for air. He likes the quiet of water, the peacefulness of it. As it is, when Dirk lets him back up for air, Connor's breathing barely changes. He looks up at Dirk through his lashes, still for a moment before trying to move forward again. He's not really practiced at deepthroating, but he's going to try his damndest.

When he's focused on something else, his control over the music slips. It takes... a considerable amount of effort for him to keep the area of effect small enough that only he can hear it. That is so say, music is leaking through. It sounds a little bit like it's being played in another room when he's trying to keep it to himself but he's having trouble with it. Like the musical equivalent of trying to keep yourself from moaning.

He shifts on his knees, rucking his skirt up enough to slip his hand under it. Fully, he expects Dirk to tell him to stop but his philosophy has always generally been "do and ask forgiveness after," particularly when he's the type of person who wants the consequences of misbehaving. Well. In the context of sex, anyway. In general, he's usually surprised when there's consequences for his actions.]

[ 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. ]

[The music gets louder or closer as Connor gags around his cock, depending on how Dirk might interpret it. He’s not super aware of how other people perceive what’s effectively an externalization of his inner feelings, other than the fact that they can hear it, and sometimes that’s really not what he wants. That’s the sort of thing he never thinks to ask because of how intuitive his powers are to him. Connor shifts again, bringing his free hand up to rest on Dirk's knee. He’s being a little petulant about being told no, but that attitude usually gets him what he actually wants in situations like this.

At least it has in the past. He likes being pushy, goading other people into doing the things he wants. It’s the part of him that likes being in control, the part that is constantly trying to game a situation to get the outcome he wants. Here he’s not sure what the endgame is, honestly. Well, no. The long-term endgame is to figure out how to get Dirk to fuck him. The current endgame, the more immediate one, is still kind of a mystery. He didn’t really have a plan when he sunk to his knees, just a kind of hazy thirst for dick.

He makes a quiet noise, shifting again. Apparently, his solution to being uncomfortably hard and not being allowed to touch himself is being slightly squirmy. So enjoy that, Dirk.]

[ a little louder, a little closer. best of both worlds. dirk doesn't have quite such an easy tell, at least, because having a tell like that would send him into agonizing anxiety over it. as it is, he hates the tells he does have, however mild.

he can't imagine how connor deals, but he seems to well enough. well, aside from some of the obvious problem causing he does.

when connor squirms though, dirk's foot presses down harder on connor's thigh and he clicks his tongue in a way that's sure to be infuriating. ]

Stop squirming.

[ his grip on his hair tightens in warning. ]

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it's getting hot in here so slap a nsfw warning on it

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this didnt post the first time rude

dw please!! i'm trying to wreck a twink here

its a cruel mistress

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