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]

[Jesus, it's like his joints are cemented in place. How can be be so flexible during sparring matches?]

[You breathe a "sorry" against his lips before jamming one loose, working it out as expediently as possible. He can take some pain, and this will feel so, so good later, you mentally promise him.]

[sickheartbeats]

Tch.

[You dismiss his apology because you know he has the best intentions for you, which are a lot better than those you usually have for your back. You tense up even more at the surprisingly sharp pain, but breathe through it until the rubbing of his fingers feels like nothing but kind of numbing pressure.]

[fightingcargos]

[You reward him by sucking on his tongue.]

[Well. It's more that you just wanted to. But... okay yeah that's the only real reason.]

[sickheartbeats]

Hrrmm.
<3

[fightingcargos]

[Well that seems to be going over well! You move onto the next one, using your other palm to play with the bubbles pooling at the small of his back.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You're dating a kid. A very grope-and-trigger-happy kid, but one nonetheless. You don't find yourself minding as much as you should.

You wind your arms around him and lean a little closer, spreading kisses down the side of his neck.]

[fightingcargos]

Mmmm...

[You mouth at his ear and devote some time to figuring out how you want to phrase THE THING. He DID tell you to stop apologizing and so on...]

[sickheartbeats]

[You flex your back cautiously under his grip, testing the difference in tension, feeling some knots come loose. Humming a grateful sound, you nuzzle briefly at his hair.]

[fightingcargos]

Heh.
Uh... hey dirk?

[sickheartbeats]

Hm?

[fightingcargos]

[You continue on his back, because focusing on your hands actually doing stops you from focusing on the way you adore the feel of his bare skin on yours.]

You know how i mentioned... uh.
Fantasies before?

[sickheartbeats]

I remember vividly.
What of it?

[fightingcargos]

Uhh.
So.
I might... have one. Involving you.
And.

[sickheartbeats]

Shoot.

[fightingcargos]

Um.
...
Maybe showers are involved??

[sickheartbeats]

Possibility considered.
That's it?

[fightingcargos]

Uh.
Theres... its.

[You take a steadying breath and address his ear with your eyes closed. This is a little much, for you, but you REALLY WANT IT TO HAPPEN.]

What with the lubricant in here at all i was sort of wondering if you would fuck me.

[sickheartbeats]

Hang on.
In here?

[fightingcargos]

[You nod.]

[sickheartbeats]

You sure you wouldn't be more comfortable on a mattress?
This is not me saying no, for the record.

[fightingcargos]

I mean... I would.
But you in a shower has been my go-to fantasy for pretty much ever.

[sickheartbeats]

Oh.

[You're not sure how that makes you feel. You've barely started thinking of yourself a real teenager with real sexy thoughts, but having been one to fantasize about since pretty much the awful early stages at thirteen?]

And you trust me to make it good for you.

[fightingcargos]

Of course.
...If you dont want to right now thats fine too! Anything is fine.

[sickheartbeats]

What?
Oh.
No, that's not it.
I'm trying to figure out the logistics here.
Not the if-- the how.

[fightingcargos]

Oh.
...
As long as is comfortable for you?