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]

I don't mind the narrative.
You seriously need to work on your terms of endearment, though.

[You bite your lip because he HASN'T STOPPED TOUCHING YOU, and you want to very badly press him up to the wall and feel him in return. You don't allow yourself to get side tracked this time.]

Be a dear and pass me that bottle.

[fightingcargos]

[You almost knock over about a million bottles as you reach for the lube.]

[sickheartbeats]

Thanks.

[You kiss him, slow and deep in return as you take the not even half-empty bottle.]

You don't mind if I take care of this, right?

[fightingcargos]

More like the exact opposite of that.

[sickheartbeats]

Haha.
Gotcha.

[You run a hand down his back, bringing him a few inches off the wall at the same time as nudging a thigh between his -- he needs a better stance if you want to be able to reach at all.]

Don't go jellykneed on me now.

[fightingcargos]

Jesus. I really hope i dont.

[You make no promises and bring your free hand to his shoulder, steadying yourself and running your fingers along his dick agian.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You deploy your most recent NUMBER ONE DISTRACTION TECHNIQUE and kiss him senseless. You're enough of a multitasker to be able to pour a generous amount of lube over your fingers -- hell, even if you spilled some, you're in the freaking shower. Nobody cares.

You're not all business about this. No, you basically go right back to what you were doing, stroking and circling over his muscles and half a dozen other things that have nothing to do with penetration.]

[fightingcargos]

[The almost-too-slick feeling of his fingers on your already-sensitive ass is enough to make you make one of the most embarrassing noises to date, right into Dirk's mouth. It's a good thing that you aren't an overly proud dude, because if you were, you would probably have to excuse yourself to weep in a corner alone, right now.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You swallow the sound that made your hips jolt and wonder hazily how many more of them you can pull from your boyfriend, flickering your fingertips across his opening.]

[fightingcargos]

[You cant your hips back and up, doing your best not to beg and only managing not to verbally.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You don't need him to ask, and there are better things you can do with your power than to lord it over him. What you want to do is do this properly. You flex your hand briefly because the approach is all different, different angle from doing it to yourself, only being able to tell what works from the movement of his hips and his breath in your ear. You press gently at the muscle with your index finger, coaxing rather than straight up pushing.]

[fightingcargos]

[You make another ragged noise. God, you wish you could shut yourself up, this is major-league embarrassing.]

[sickheartbeats]

[The next noise gets to you as much as the first did, your breath shaky against his shoulder, and it is all you can do to keep holding out for his reactions as the tight ring of muscle gives enough to let you slide yourself in to the first knuckle.]

[fightingcargos]

Ah. Hnn.
Sorry ill try to shut up just. Yes.

[sickheartbeats]

Nobody told you to shut up.

[You bite his shoulder because he is being ridiculous and so encouraging. Your finger stills for a moment before sliding back, almost out, dipping back in shallowly.]

For the love of god, just don't.

[fightingcargos]

Oh my goodness.
S... same goes for you.

[sickheartbeats]

Haha.
I'd point out how tight you feel, but it's your body.
I'm sure you know just fine.

[fightingcargos]

Too tight? I dont know.
I mean ive... done stuff back there before.

[sickheartbeats]

Not too tight.
I can move, obviously.

[You underline your point by going a bit deeper with the next inward stroke of your finger.]

Have you, though.

[fightingcargos]

Oh wow...

[sickheartbeats]

[Your smile widens at the sound because he seems to have listened to you, thank god. It's distracting enough to feel him stretched around your finger without having to watch him struggle to keep quiet, as much of an allure that has, because you know he can't.

Your unoccupied hand runs up his torso, settling on his chest to feel the rise and fall and soothe him in a way your other hand simpy isn't, especially not when your knuckles brush his skin, you're that far.]

[fightingcargos]

Fuck.
Dirk i am going to make you feel amazing.

[sickheartbeats]

[You let out a breathless sound that could be a laugh but just as easily a moan and most likely is both. Here you are, mustering all the care you can scrape together not to rush while he pushes your buttons. You probably deserve it. You're being far more careful than you would be and have been with yourself.]

I already do.

[You're not fronting. You are SO TURNED ON FOR HIM it is almost pathetic.]

[fightingcargos]

Oh.
Thats. Wow.
But dirk i promise this is going to be so great for you too.

[sickheartbeats]

I get it, trust me.
The only reason I can wait is because you're incredibly fun to pleasure.

[You kiss his cheek, breathy and open-mouthed, and retract your finger when you can slide freely, reintroducing it with a second.]