[the way dirk rolled his hips to meet his thrust just makes this hotter, makes this better in a way because they both want it and they both want it pretty bad right now, regardless of what it means. he does it again, immediately starting a steady pace, his hands gripping at his hips with a white-tight hold. he's mumbling under his breath, curses and wordy exclamations he can't hold back as his eyes keep moving from down there to dirk's face]
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