[it's so strange to be touched after years of...basically no physical contact whatsoever outside of the metal touch of a robot. he'd be flustered from a hand on his arm, and right now there's a hand on his dick. making sparks fly up his spine and burn his cheeks bright red, letting dirk take off his glasses while dazedly peering at him through half lidded eyes, breathing coming out in pants] D-Dirk...
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