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]

[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.]

[fightingcargos]

[His hand on your erection is nothing short of UNFAIR, and you feel your impending orgasm approach way faster than you can take, right now.]

Dirk please--

[sickheartbeats]

[You know he's close because you can FEEL HIM TENSE, and that messes with your system so much, being able to tell physically that he's about to lose it, all because of you. You are so close.]

Just
Just a little--

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Watch.

[You stare at him over your shoulder, back twisted and ass sticking out and pushing back with enough force to render you A LITTLE SPEECHLESS. You can barely see, but you want to be able to see this.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You don't provide a spectacle you're proud of, all in all. You've tucked your chin against his shoulder, gusts of breath hitting him, and your hair is a half-dried mess hanging in narrowed eyes. You almost can't see, and not just for the occasional white hot pleasure. You press forward and close your mouth over his skin, muffling an outcry, teeth scraping, and the force of his movements makes you tense impossibly. You teeter there for all of two seconds before it's all too much. You'd try to warn him, but your instinct only makes you bite him harder as you bury yourself in him and tremble through your orgasm.]

[fightingcargos]

[You shout as he bites you, and the pain shoots straight to your dick in a way that someone else might label masochistic. You do not, because you are too busy having an orgasm.]

[His teeth and his voice and his mouth and his shivering hips behind you all conspire to make you lose it mere seconds after he does, reducing you to a mess of hoarse cries and shivers.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You let your hips rock through the pleasure and feel him contract and if that isn't the best sensation in the world it's not one you want to live in. Your hand works him through it, shaky but adamant, keen on drawing out his pleasure even when you get too sensitive to keep moving.]

[fightingcargos]

[You almost buckle at the knees, but keep yourself upright by pressing the palms of your hands against the wall and your back against Dirk's chest. Now is not the time to break something.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You feel so, so heavy against him. Your legs protest this fact, so you slump a little more, positively squishing the apple of your eye against the tile, only holding back his hips. You think dimly about how he must be uncomfortable with you still buried far up his ass, now that he isn't turned on. You'll do something about that. Soon.]

[fightingcargos]

[You hold the position, keeping you both upright. You got this.]

[It is seriously the least you could do. I mean, the guy just made your life.]

[sickheartbeats]

[Your hand leaves his hip, no longer gripping with bruising force, and slides up his torso, pulling him securely against your chest. Upon flexing your fingers, you affirm the fact that your other hand received a decent coating. With your head on autopilot setting, you dislodge your teeth from the purpling mark they've left, prop your chin on the curve of his shoulder, and bring your fingers up to your mouth. No big. You've only been meaning to try this all evening.]