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Dirk's head softly tilts against your fingers, almost laying against your hand. Before he can settle there, there's a shift behind his shades and he plants a kiss on your metacarpal. After a moment of dizzy inspection, you read the look in his eyes as pure, drop-out lust for you. You hate to describe it so obscenely, but it's hard to find a more palatable word that fits. His lips are wet and supple, pressing easily against your skin with what sounds like an expectant exhale. His lashes lose the candle light as they shut, laid pretty over his eye bags for a moment before one of them develops a momentary twitch. That happens sometimes, it means he's focused.
That patch of your hand is left just a little bit colder as Dirk's mouth drifts from it, around and up until he's kissing at the pad of your thumb. It strikes you as so inherently erotic and unexpectedly hot, you give an absent 'oh!' when his tongue rounds the tip of your digit. He opens his mouth a bit further, breathing warm around your kiss-slick finger, and closes his lips around it. He nips lightly at the edge and then takes it into his mouth, just to the first knuckle, his tongue cushioning under it like a pillow for an occupied head. He sucks musingly at your finger, slow and sensual, almost smiling. It wasn't so much sucking it, really, as it was... making out with it, perhaps. Dirk moans faintly around it, his lips reaching slightly further down your thumb each time he pulls the thing in and out of his mouth. He has one hand laced over your wrist now, fingers loosely curling back and forth around your skin, and the other grazing your bare thigh, eager for more.
"You quite like that, don't you?" You purr, your boyfriend giving a breathy groan as soon as you make a sound. You hope he doesn't answer, really. You'd like him to keep his tongue exactly where it is.
Dirk says nothing at all, maneuvering your hand so that your thumb presses lightly against the wet plane of his tongue. His teeth nip around the base of your thumb as he moans into the touch. You'd say that your hand is about the average size of any man's, a little dry and bruised up from all the epic adventuring you're up to, but entirely unexciting as far as fingers can go, which you're discovering is... quite far, actually. Dirk swallows around you and you can see him shift, opening his mouth slightly and getting you further in. You feel a bit useless in this endeavor. He seems to know what he's looking for, and you'd hate to interrupt one of his interesting plans. You're comfortably caressing his chin with the rest of your fingers, feeling the soft press of his jaw shifting the more he toys with you.
His fingers on your thigh tighten up, scrunching into your skin like a little animal taking a bite of some fine meat. They end up loosening around the top of your thigh, or more-so the intersection of your thigh and hip. Dirk's fingers round the curve of you and squeeze at the fleshier part of your inner thigh. He doesn't go for anything yet, but his face nears yours, your thumb still far into his mouth. Something clicks in your head, perhaps a collision of spectacles, and you give him a nice smirk before forcing your thumb a bit further into his mouth. It's more of a bending of the wrist than anything you can actually do with your digit. His tongue pulls back from you for a moment, a protective instinct of sorts, before he takes a quick breath and flattens it. The tip of his tongue lays against his bottom lip now, shielding your bones from his teeth and even more welcoming than before. You feel the spit starting to pool in the pit of his tongue as you hit some sort of nerve and he (almost) silently gags.
You go to say something, ask if he's okay, but you lose the chance to say much of anything when his fingers find the hem of your underwear. Dirk only teases when he sees fit, and those instances are few and far between. This is no exception, and you can feel the intensity in his grip when the fabric comes down and his palm meets your dick, fingers slowly wrapping around it. Something about how incredibly occupied he is right now makes you twitch, and you force your finger deeper into his mouth. You'd like to give him more, but you refuse to humor the idea of making this stop, even momentarily, for any reason. Your other hand finds the back of his head, urging him a little forward and tugging lightly at his hair. His eyes meet yours, his glasses coming down his nose a bit. The sudden movement of his slender hand against your cock elicits a soft sigh, and his lips curl around your thumb, almost like a kiss. Your cheeks buzz with lust as he stares into you, unyielding and intense.