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]

[It does not take much to reduce you to a goopy mess of anticipation. You kiss him back, sliding your tongue against his and gasping.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You mutter soft approval right into his mouth as you slide your hands down his lower back, curving your palms around his prized rump, and squeeze. You would consider this too forward if it hadn't already been a thing before you guys decided to go for the BIG BAD ANAL.]

[fightingcargos]

[He's more confident with his touches, taking instead of asking in the way that you can't yet manage. It is mind-bogglingly arousing.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You map a series of kisses along the width of his shoulder that would be almost sweet if you weren't also kneading his ass.]

Tell me about your fantasy.

[fightingcargos]

[You tilt your head back, letting the tile support it as you shiver.]

Ah... gosh.
Weve just been out... exploring. Plundering tombs at home.

[sickheartbeats]

Hmm.
I thought plundering tombs was the whole point.

[You fit your mouth over the join of his neck and shoulder and begin to suck a mark into the spot with all the patience in the world.]

[fightingcargos]

Hnng.
It was. It was the whole point before i started dreaming about it!!

[sickheartbeats]

[You can't help but press for more data, even if it means to stop pressing your teeth and tongue against his skin for little instances.]

And then it became all about how you want me to raid your catacombs?

[fightingcargos]

Ugh. God. I guess??
I mean it would depend on the nngh.
The.. the night.
But sometimes youd... you know. Invite me to join you.
And... hah.

[sickheartbeats]

[It appears your boyfriend has trouble stringing together proper sentences. Since you're directly responsible, you don't mind sparing words of encouragement, especially as your fingers dig in and pull, exposing him to hot steam.]

And?

[fightingcargos]

And youd be naked.

[sickheartbeats]

[You pause for a moment of bafflement and then laugh.]

[fightingcargos]

What??
You would be naked in a shower!
Hell you ARE.

[sickheartbeats]

And I suppose the fact that you're capable of speech and remaining upright is to be chalked up to the amount of preparation you took for the real thing.

[fightingcargos]

[You smack him on the shoulder with an open hand. What a jerk!!]

You were the one who told impressionable young me youd spend hours in steamy water alone.
Its YOUR fault.

[sickheartbeats]

[Your smile grows a little toothy as you hum a sound of definite approval at his hit.]

I will not apologize for giving you awkward teen boners.

[fightingcargos]

Jesus!!
It is so unfair that you didnt have this. It is seriously the worst.

[sickheartbeats]

I know.

[In all honesty, you feel inclined to agree because of REASONS.]

Hey.
Want to know how the first time I masturbated went down?
I didn't last two minutes.

[fightingcargos]

[...That does make you feel weirdly better. You try not to look relieved.]

Well.
Probably a similar number for mine really.

[sickheartbeats]

And I sure as hell wasn't thirteen.
That was a couple of months ago, Jake.

[fightingcargos]

Yeah... i figured.
But um.
What were you thinking about?

[sickheartbeats]

Honestly?
I was thinking about how much it could pay off to get a clue about myself before subjecting you to that.

[fightingcargos]

Hahaha.
Im still pretty shocked you know.
You never go into anything without research do you?

[sickheartbeats]

If I can avoid it.
Sometimes even I'm not above spontaneity.

[You spontaneously run your fingers along the top of the cleft of his ass.]

[fightingcargos]

[Your hips twitch. You didn't exactly forget what you two are doing, here, but thinking about Dirk masturbating has a way of derailing your train of thought. Your voice is still soft, and bordering on breathless.]

Right.
I can tell.