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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[sickheartbeats]

[You don't realize that you're shaking like a leaf when you wind your strokes down, slowing and easing your grip, because you've found there's little worse than abusing oversensitized nerves. You can't do that to him, even if it takes all your willpower to remember, not when he's singing your praises like that.]

[You press open-mouthed kisses over his shoulder, a little more frantic than you'd like to show him, and try not to feel exposed -- he's too far gone to notice, you tell yourself.]

[fightingcargos]

[Your mind remains a blank slate. Your body decides to make some more decisions, in its absence.]

Jake: > Wrap your hand around him.

[sickheartbeats]

[You groan sweet relief and let him slip from your hand before digging your fingers into his thighs, gaining some form of leverage. He is the absolute best person in the fucking universe for not blanking out on you. You bear in mind that he probably doesn't know up from down and forego him figuring out hand movements, working your hips against his palm as you pant.]

[fightingcargos]

God...
Love you.

[You mouth at his shoulder, unable to kiss him properly.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You almost startle yourself with how much you want to answer in kind, but refuse to-- now is not the time, you can always re-evaluate your feelings when you're actually back to thinking with your brain, because your synpases have finally fizzed out on you for good.]

Dirk: > Whine.

[fightingcargos]

Please dirk.
I want you to.

[You manage a firmer grip and a few strokes, muscles humming with endorphins. You feel like you have just run a sex marathon, and it's THE BEE'S KNEES.]

[sickheartbeats]

Oh--

[You realize that you've becomer a sucker for this guy, unable to deny him anything of significance, lately. Now is no different. The change in grip does you in before you can bring yourself to remember how to breathe, and your voice cracks a little with the lack of oxygen as you shake against him.]

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Watch.

[sickheartbeats]

[You're arched against him, brows knit, unable to keep your eyes open for once as you move through the spasms of tension slowly draining from you. Your hips cant into his hand, thrusts firm even as they slow, working yourself through however long you can make it last.]

[fightingcargos]

[You realize, without a doubt, that you want this boy to fuck you.]

[You wonder whether or not it would be appropriate to share this information sooner rather than later.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You finally still with a quiver and pull yourself close, by turns muttering breathlessly and kissind his ear, neck, shoulders, UNASSUMING OF HIS SEXY REVELATIONS.]

[fightingcargos]

...
Wow.

[sickheartbeats]

Hah.

[fightingcargos]

[You kiss him on the cheek because he is ADORABLE.]

Just. Man.
If i could go back in time and say that this would happen to myself i would think i were absolutely full of it.
You are a gorgeous man sir.

[sickheartbeats]

Thanks.
You are without a doubt the best individual to ever grace my life with his presence.
Now shh.

[You decide to shut him up with your mouth.]

[fightingcargos]

[You let Dirk swallow your response, which was a vague "What??"]

[Kissing remains DOPE AS HELL.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You discover kissing is equal levels of fun when you're a perfectly satisfied puddle of sweat and hormones.

You also SENSE A SHOWER in your ear future, but for now you want to take all the leisurely time to french your now-lover.]

[fightingcargos]

[You open your mouth and give him a lazy swipe of tongue, savoring how boneless he feels above you. You have WON AT LIFE, and are currently high-fiving A MILLION ANGELS.]

[sickheartbeats]

[Your body is slack and occasionally run through whith a few tremors of hypersensitivity, but don't cease to smile and lick at his mouth. You can tell he's being a triumphant dork. You're feeling pretty particularly affectionate, yourself.

You wipe your hands on his thighs and proceed to run them over his torso.]

[fightingcargos]

Mmmmm.
<3

[sickheartbeats]

I meant every single word that I said, by the way.

[fightingcargos]

...
Well youre not exactly the lying type but. Still.
Wow.

[sickheartbeats]

I know.
Consider it a friendly reminder.

[fightingcargos]

[You consider it nearly unbelievable, but don't say so.]

Um.

[sickheartbeats]

'Um' is not the sound of confidence, Jacob.