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]

[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.

[fightingcargos]

Shut up dirkleton i am catching my mental breath.
YOU try making sense after your teenage dream comes true!!

[sickheartbeats]

I'm just saying.
A fair warning, too.
I am not above fulfilling it again if you're gonna turn all maudlin on me.

[fightingcargos]

Im not being maudlin i am being hopelessly romantic.
Get it right.

[You nuzzle his hair and kiss his head.]

[sickheartbeats]

Working on it.

[fightingcargos]

Heh.

[sickheartbeats]

[You sigh and lean a little more heavily on him to TAKE THE WEIGHT OFF YOUR KNEES because frankly, they are starting to feel a bit numb. You smell fresh sweat and his personal kind of musk on your boyfriend and have yet to decide whether you'd rather drag him off to the shower or keep breathing in the muggy living room air.]

[fightingcargos]

[You hold him close, mindless of the mess between you.]

Mmmm.

[sickheartbeats]

[You stay against him like that for a moment, basking in the aftermath and his warmth.

The peaceful silence is broken by a sudden snort as you murmur under your breath, shaking your head.]

Stars and fucking garters.

[fightingcargos]

What are you
...Oh.
Did i say that out loud?

[sickheartbeats]

You kind of shouted at me, dude.

[fightingcargos]

Oops.

[sickheartbeats]

It was hot.
And hilarious in retrospect.

[fightingcargos]

It was hot?

[sickheartbeats]

Heavily context reliant, of course.
But yeah.
It was.

[fightingcargos]

Oh.

[You didn't realize you had any knots of tension left, but apparently you did, because it just relaxed. Dirk thinks your way of speaking can be HOT. Weird too, probably, but he doesn't mind it. You manage a small almost-thanks.]

Cool.