[Dirk sighs warmly against Cronus' neck, before running his tongue adoringly across the filaments again. This is the best sexual experience of his whole fucking life and it's real.]
I have a bucket.
[He puts exactly as much heat into the question as it deserves, sucking indulgently on the skin around the gill he's been working on. The purple that wells up is darker and a different shade than any hickey Dirk's ever given before, and it's gorgeous against the grey skin. So he tells him.]
You're gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.
[There's really no way to fake the thick, warm enthusiasm that oozes from his voice. He leans up just enough to kiss Cronus on the mouth, hot and wet and open-mouthed.]
Do you want to have sex?
[He waits for an answer before doing anything else, because consent is important, motherfuckers.]
no subject
I have a bucket.
[He puts exactly as much heat into the question as it deserves, sucking indulgently on the skin around the gill he's been working on. The purple that wells up is darker and a different shade than any hickey Dirk's ever given before, and it's gorgeous against the grey skin. So he tells him.]
You're gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.
[There's really no way to fake the thick, warm enthusiasm that oozes from his voice. He leans up just enough to kiss Cronus on the mouth, hot and wet and open-mouthed.]
Do you want to have sex?
[He waits for an answer before doing anything else, because consent is important, motherfuckers.]