Reverse Jake: > Pounce boyfriend.

[fightingcargos]

[You never thought you would be the kind of fella who would stand idly by while someone beat the crap out of your heart's darling. Turns out, you're not! You're the kind of fella who beats the crap out of said darling himself.]

[You leap into Dirk's personal space, guns ablaze, and attempt to make up for his superior speed with your superior firepower.]

Take THAT you studmuffin!!

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[fightingcargos]

[Your boyfriend is coming over with the VAPORS.]

[You win at blowjobs.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You arch your hips back, pressed to the mattress when you find it a little harder not to move, and your entire body curves with the motion. You didn't notice you were reaching for him until his cheek brushes your fingertips.]

[fightingcargos]

[You place one of your hands over his, letting him feel the connection between you, before hollowing your cheeks and bobbing. You have been studying the SEXY ARTS for years and this is basically your final exam, so you hope to God you don't choke.]

[sickheartbeats]

[Your fingers flex and trace his jawline with a light touch, because at this point you're vaguely worried you'll accidentally pinch him in a slipup of tight control and tension.

The heat is stupefying and now he's MOVING, slick friction and pressure around you, making the tight rein on your vocal chords falter.]

Ohhh god.
Jake...

[fightingcargos]

[You hum a moan, brows knit in concentration. You bring a hand down to hold yourself, gripping the base and making sure you don't stain the couch at the sound of his voice.]

[sickheartbeats]

[Your brain shorts out when he touches himself, and it makes you really, really badly want to join in. You tighten your fingers in his hair with a sound that is ridiculously breathless as you ponder how well it would bode for your junk if you pushed him back right now.]

Jake.

[fightingcargos]

Mmmm.
Mm hmm?

[sickheartbeats]

[Nothing braced you for the humming. You can feel the sound thrum in his tongue and his cheeks and your hips tense at the right time to prevent the worst but your length still twitches in his mouth.]

Fuck.
Fuck, I need you to... stop.

[fightingcargos]

[You release him from your mouth with a wet pop, but you have to admit to feeling a little put out.]

Dirk?

[sickheartbeats]

[Apparently the pleasure popping synapses in your head like soap bubbles does absolute squat to impair your speed, thank fucking Christ. You give him less than a second to think that you stopped him because you weren't into it, before you lean up and press him into the backrest with your entire weight, pinned so close and catching his mouth for a deep, probing kiss.]

[fightingcargos]

[You make a noise of pretty pure happiness. Dirk is the best.]

[Dirk is the best.]

[sickheartbeats]

[The taste of him is mingling with the taste of you, and that is excellent and precisely what you were hoping for. Your hands are on his thighs and pulling him into your lap as best as you can when you're the one who's kneeling, not sitting, but that's okay because the entire point is a Jake English couch sandwich.

You don't ask permission because nothing would make you feel more stupid, and continue tasting his tongue while your hand slides around to cup his balls and roll them gently.]

[fightingcargos]

Mmhmhmgmm.
<3

[sickheartbeats]

[Your thumb braces against the underside of his cock as you decide you love the weight of him in your hand, mouth twitching against his.

Oh, you want to do all the worst things with him.]

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Groan.

[You grind your hips down and into his hand, biting his lower lip and sighing.]

[sickheartbeats]

Dirk: > Be a tease.

[The brush of your thumb along the shaft of him is light, much lighter than the way you're still fondling his balls in that same hand, and definitely a lot lighter than the answering bite he just earned himself.]

[fightingcargos]

Aah!

[You grip his shoulders before returning one hand to his erection, unable to do much but hold it under his onslaught.]

[sickheartbeats]

[It's hard to tell whether the little hum you make is out of satisfaction with his reactions or in reaction to his touch. Your best friend has ALL OF YOUR ATTENTION (all of it) and if anything, it makes you feel a little smug to know he can't even focus on moving his hand.

You can, though. Can and do. Your fingers slide up and curl around the heated muscle one by one until finally, you sweep your thumb over the tip.]

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Be the wanton trollop.

[You make a frankly shockingly pornographic noise. You do not have it together enough to feel embarrassed.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You've broken your kiss a while ago, now mostly mouthing and nipping at his lips, but you wouldn't muffle his sounds for the world.]

Like that?

[fightingcargos]

Yes...

[sickheartbeats]

Hey, you can still talk.
Don't cut yourself enough credit.

[You work on changing that fact, thumb swirling and fingers squeezing gently, but you're still not really moving, not yet.

[fightingcargos]

Mother of mercy dirk...
*Swallows*

[sickheartbeats]

[You burrow your nose in his neck with a deep breath before sucking a patch of skin against your teeth, mouth closed and tongue pressed over it.]

Dirk: > Stroke.

[Nice and slow.]

[fightingcargos]

[You are suddenly positive that you are about to come.]

Dirk wait
Hah--
Wait a moment please!!