Dirk is briefly stunned into stillness; he blinks once behind his shades, his expression impassive. The moment passes partly due to mortification, but only partly--really, it's like every word out of Hythlodaeus' mouth just went straight to his dick. Fuck, he's hard.
Emet's classic use of inferential language is a huge turn on, and that's the truth. But there's something about the way Hythlodaeus weaponines the outright obscene that makes Dirk really want to let the dude wreck him--or vice versa, but he's harder to negotiate with on that subject than even Jake was. An obstinate part of him wants to turn the tables on Hythlodaeus, to hold him down and fuck him until he's gasping for release under him, but he's not so committed to the bit that he'll take no dick if that's the alternative he's going to suffer. Especially not when that alternative is also another frustrating fight.
Besides, Dirk will admit it: Hythlodaeus knows how to use every inch of that monster cock he's packing. Not that Dirk is taking every inch, but the threat is always there, and that's the kind of thrill Dirk can get into--especially with Emet's eyes on him. He likes to watch Emet even in simple, quiet hours, and he knows Emet loves to watch him. Their motives may varu, but for Dirk it's definitely a vanity thing, a selfishness that Dirk tries not to wear too boldly, but it's still hard not to be into it--that ceaselessly intelligent gaze of his on him, avid with appetite.
"Holy shitting Christ. You really know how to sweet talk a man, you know that?" The supposedly incredulous shake of his head is completely facetious, but pairs well with a very real impatience.
"Yeah, we can do that. If Hades is awake."
He reaches up to take Hythlodaeus' wrist again, but this time it's to motivate the man to move rather than hold him still.
Okay this is just pornographic now
Dirk is briefly stunned into stillness; he blinks once behind his shades, his expression impassive. The moment passes partly due to mortification, but only partly--really, it's like every word out of Hythlodaeus' mouth just went straight to his dick. Fuck, he's hard.
Emet's classic use of inferential language is a huge turn on, and that's the truth. But there's something about the way Hythlodaeus weaponines the outright obscene that makes Dirk really want to let the dude wreck him--or vice versa, but he's harder to negotiate with on that subject than even Jake was. An obstinate part of him wants to turn the tables on Hythlodaeus, to hold him down and fuck him until he's gasping for release under him, but he's not so committed to the bit that he'll take no dick if that's the alternative he's going to suffer. Especially not when that alternative is also another frustrating fight.
Besides, Dirk will admit it: Hythlodaeus knows how to use every inch of that monster cock he's packing. Not that Dirk is taking every inch, but the threat is always there, and that's the kind of thrill Dirk can get into--especially with Emet's eyes on him. He likes to watch Emet even in simple, quiet hours, and he knows Emet loves to watch him. Their motives may varu, but for Dirk it's definitely a vanity thing, a selfishness that Dirk tries not to wear too boldly, but it's still hard not to be into it--that ceaselessly intelligent gaze of his on him, avid with appetite.
"Holy shitting Christ. You really know how to sweet talk a man, you know that?" The supposedly incredulous shake of his head is completely facetious, but pairs well with a very real impatience.
"Yeah, we can do that. If Hades is awake."
He reaches up to take Hythlodaeus' wrist again, but this time it's to motivate the man to move rather than hold him still.