(Dirk seems thoroughly amused. It's clear enough that despite the crude talk, he wasn't intending on carrying through with anything in the public eye. Like hell, he would waste his first time getting physical with K in front of other people, but the idea was fun to tease with and it seemed like K was on the same page as him with that. Granted, a little public possession was pretty hot.
He grins at K, laughing lowly at the idea of bartering anything. Then a more solid laugh at K clarifying it as a joke.)
Don't worry, stud, I ain't looking to barter anything away just yet. (Or possibly ever. He enjoyed his sex shop but at an arm's length. He had no real interest in becoming something of a performer. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but he'd rather create weird shit with drawings.
He has no real opinion on the daddy thing. It amused him more than anything because much like K, he had no concept of family the same way regular humans did. Like K, he didn't quite get the whole incest or age thing. There were plenty of things he saw in porn that he never really grasped in real life.)
Aw. What's the fun in that? (But he says it softly, something tender in his tone. He was touched by the question.)
I don't know. (Might as well be honest.) Haven't gotten to live out many of my fantasies.
(He thinks about the few things he had done with Jake and Savage, contemplating while he lets K tug him. He walks with him, thinking carefully. He seems to be in the same mindset because he takes a cut through an alley.)
I think I would prefer less separation. I want to know I'm the one doing it for you rather than some idealized version of myself. (He's surprised by his own honesty. He lets go of K and moves over to lean against a brick wall. It was much quieter in this alley and he realizes how much he needed the privacy. Not just to enjoy K's companionship, but to take a breather from the crowd. He sighs, relaxing. He just needed a second.)
I'm always putting on a show. I like the idea of ...(The word 'someone' almost slips past his lips, but then he thinks on their earlier conversation. He looks at K directly.) I like the idea of being a more honest version of myself with you.
(Hm. It was...surprisingly easier to talk like that than he anticipated. He looks down at his feet, smiling slightly.)
I thought I'd feel more awkward admitting that. (But he just feels good. Relieved, even. He grins at K.) How about you?
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He grins at K, laughing lowly at the idea of bartering anything. Then a more solid laugh at K clarifying it as a joke.)
Don't worry, stud, I ain't looking to barter anything away just yet. (Or possibly ever. He enjoyed his sex shop but at an arm's length. He had no real interest in becoming something of a performer. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but he'd rather create weird shit with drawings.
He has no real opinion on the daddy thing. It amused him more than anything because much like K, he had no concept of family the same way regular humans did. Like K, he didn't quite get the whole incest or age thing. There were plenty of things he saw in porn that he never really grasped in real life.)
Aw. What's the fun in that? (But he says it softly, something tender in his tone. He was touched by the question.)
I don't know. (Might as well be honest.) Haven't gotten to live out many of my fantasies.
(He thinks about the few things he had done with Jake and Savage, contemplating while he lets K tug him. He walks with him, thinking carefully. He seems to be in the same mindset because he takes a cut through an alley.)
I think I would prefer less separation. I want to know I'm the one doing it for you rather than some idealized version of myself. (He's surprised by his own honesty. He lets go of K and moves over to lean against a brick wall. It was much quieter in this alley and he realizes how much he needed the privacy. Not just to enjoy K's companionship, but to take a breather from the crowd. He sighs, relaxing. He just needed a second.)
I'm always putting on a show. I like the idea of ...(The word 'someone' almost slips past his lips, but then he thinks on their earlier conversation. He looks at K directly.) I like the idea of being a more honest version of myself with you.
(Hm. It was...surprisingly easier to talk like that than he anticipated. He looks down at his feet, smiling slightly.)
I thought I'd feel more awkward admitting that. (But he just feels good. Relieved, even. He grins at K.) How about you?