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]

Maybe I'd be an ass about it by continuing to play nice.
How we come full circle.

[fightingcargos]

Then... hah.
Can we skip that and just have you go faster?
I wont break you know.

[sickheartbeats]

I'll remind you of this in the morning if you get a sexy limp.

[You kiss his shoulder and readjust your position a little, rolling your hips experimentally to see if you're still aiming for his prostate. There's no point pounding into him if he won't love every harsh second of it.]

[fightingcargos]

*Strangled growl*
Nng.
The limp will remind me in the morning dont you thiiiink oh god...

[sickheartbeats]

Hahah.
F-fine.
Let the limp remind you, maybe I won't be that ass and say I told you so.

[So far, so good. You've got him by the hips, he's steadying the two of you and your aim seems to be working for him. When you shove harder into him, you nearly go dizzy at the sudden pressure around you, and the friction that won't seem to let up, so you do it again, and again.]

[fightingcargos]

[You cease being capable of forming words, which is fine, because apparently you have a lot of other noises to make.]

[THIS IS AWESOME]

[sickheartbeats]

[He's music to your ears. If you could record him and create a personal mix tape of Jake English singing your praises, you MOST LIKELY WOULD. You'd also never go soft again. Either way, he makes you hold your breath and strain your ears as your hips piston.]

[fightingcargos]

[You lean your forehead against the tile, feeling Dirk inside you, realizing over and over again that this is happening, Dirk is here and he's with you and you are totally having sex.]

[You want to hold up a boombox outside his window and name a constellation after him and bring him the pelts of a pride of lions and marry him every day forever. You can't think for all the ways your heart is singing. Even if you weren't currently being fucked up the ass in the exact fashion of your wildest dreams, this moment would be PRETTY GAY ANYWAY. But let's face it. You have always been ludicrously gay in regards to Dirk Strider.]

[sickheartbeats]

[He's leaning more heavily on the wall, so you adjust to the bend of his body. You're pretty sure you got this. Judging by his enjoyment, you could just stop worrying about being perfect. Unfortunately, that's not how you work.

Ain't nothing wrong with pushing yourself to make this good for your boyfriend. The best. You draw ragged breaths when your body harshly reminds you of your need for oxygen, panting in time with the jolt of your hips and the faint slap of wet flesh on wet flesh.]

[fightingcargos]

[You cannot tell if you are thinking "I love you" over and over, or saying it out loud in a whisper, but you don't care because it's important to say and it's true besides.]

[sickheartbeats]

[He's whispering, and you have to strain your ears to catch it over the rush of the shower. When you do, you go back to mapping his shoulder out with kisses, figuring the both of you are too far gone to manage any proper mouth-on-mouth business. Kissing the hell out of him can wait until after you've sent him crashing over the edge. Speaking of.

It's been far too long since you've felt his hardness in your hand, and he's responsive enough for you to only need one hand for leverage, so you reacquaint yourself with his arousal.]

[fightingcargos]

[You shout, pushing back into him and down into his hand. You are harder than you thought you would be, given mostly hands-off stimulation. You once again suspect Dirk of being PRETTY GOOD AT THIS.]

God yes.

[sickheartbeats]

[You moan out a laugh or laugh out a moan, either way you're really happy about his approval, and you've almost forgotten how good he feels straining against your palm. You don't waste any time, thumbing at the tip of his cock in the way you remember him doing to you.]

[fightingcargos]

Fuck. Fuck dirk if you do that--
Aah.

[sickheartbeats]

Hmh?

[You continue to do that. Your hand curls around him for some proper strokes, but you let your thumb swirl across the head with every other move, reveling at the heat under your fingers.]

[fightingcargos]

Fuck.
Are you--??

[sickheartbeats]

Oh.
I'm so sorry, I didn't-- didn't catch that.

[fightingcargos]

You suck and if you keep feeling this good im going to arrive shortly.

[sickheartbeats]

Do you mind?

[fightingcargos]

I
I only want to know youre... also close.
Dirk i want to feel you as you do it.

[sickheartbeats]

[You shudder, cocky grin faltering briefly at his words. You've been so focused on him you almost didn't register how increasingly sensitive you are to the squeeze of his muscles. If he's really as close as he tried to warn you of, you'll need him to hang on a little longer. Your fingers slide down from the sensitive tip and squeeze around the base. You don't want to stop touching him altogether.]

You will.
Just -- stay with me, a little -- ah.

[fightingcargos]

Jesus christ on a cracker just--

[You push back into him even harder, looking over your shoulder to watch him as you tighten slightly around him.]

[sickheartbeats]

Hngh--

[You tilt your head back and let your hips slam forward, feeling him grip at you when you pull back and you know it's fully on purpose, you're both pushing each other. It feels so fucking perfect. You breathlessly inform him of this.]

[fightingcargos]

[His voice is almost equal to the heat inside of you, and you hope that you can last for as long as he needs, because frankly you are about to lose the ability to think entirely. HOPE is all you have, right now.]

[sickheartbeats]

Jake--

[Your thrusts shorten and become more frantic, much to your disapproval, but you almost can't help it, so you slide your hand over him once more to make up for it.. You could have drawn this out for yourself, maybe, gotten him to come first and work him through it perfectly, but you never calculated in the fact that he'll want the same of you.]