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[his fingers tighten around dirk's, reassured and holding onto them for lack of anywhere else. the hand is slow and teasing, and he hitches his hips a bit, letting out a tiny impatient sigh. he wants a little more, a bit faster...]

[ he doesn't manage to keep his insufferable smugness under wraps, looking like the biggest douche of the century but he doesn't even give a shit because he's kind of got jake in the palm of his hand here. literally. as great as this is though, it's not getting him off in the slightest and he's so hard his pants are an unwelcome friction against him. he keeps one hand threaded with jake's, uses the other to fish around under the mattress for... yep, a small bottle that's bright pink and has STRAWBERRY FLAVORED printed in thick letters across the face of it. he's totally serious about this lube thing, ok? hot pink liquids go up the butts of serious dudes. ]

[jake watches dirk as soon as his hand leaves him, his breathing all out of whack and fuck, he's too turned on to protest about how improper and dirty this is!!! instead all he can think about is how hot the room is and how much he wants pressure and friction on his dick again. like, now. he grunts, nudging at dirk with his knee to hurry the fuck up.]

[ emptying more of the bottle than he needs into his hand, he entertains the idea of slicking up his own dick and getting to be the first to ever get to feel the inside of jake english. this thought is quickly annihilated when he glances down at jake's now lonely looking cock, wonders what it'd feel like to be fucked by that, then thinks about the awful faces jake would likely pull as dirk pushed in for the first time. tight, way too tight and he knows the feeling, though he's since gotten used to it (like the first robot he built wasn't a sexbot, come on). so he inaudibly sighs, makes sure the fingers on his hand are thoroughly coated as he shoves his entire hand down the back of his own jeans to become a little better acquainted with his anatomy. ]

Be a little more impatient, Jake, please.

W-What are you doing? [at least talk to him or something he's so horny, he's never been this hard in his life before. and this is another boy's fault. it should weird him out a little but he only finds it more exciting.]

You've never thought about this practically, have you. [ not a question. his first finger is as intrusive and uncomfortable as always, but he adds a second before he's ready anyway, because he's had many a wet dream about this moment and fuck if he's waiting any longer than he has to. ]

[pauses, observing him] Have you?

I plead the fifth.

[ hahahahah, shit. most blatant dodge award goes to...! he adds his third and forth fingers and this is so irritating, how much time he's wasting when he could be fucking jake. ]

Take off my pants.

[ajdklhj scrambles to reach for them, hands shaking slightly because he's going to have sex with his best friend who he didn't know but apparently thought about having gay sex before. he's tugging them down and he hisses a 'Blisters!' through his teeth when there's his bro's dick in his face.]

[ slowly... raises... eyebrows... what the fuck was that reaction, jake? come on, dude.

he quits with the fingers sooner than he should, reaching down with his still rather slick palm to pump jake a few times while pushing him down flat with the other. ]

Ready?

[lets out a soft sound at the strokes and let himself be pushed back, falling against the pillows]

Yes. [he says, eyes fixed on dirk's face, wondering just WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING but then his erection reminds him. that this is important.]

[ he climbs up on the bed, sitting on jake's hipbones as he negotiates his jeans over his feet and onto the floor. he opts to keep his shirt on, because two guys being naked together is way gayer than the two of them fucking. he scoots back a little, braces himself on his knees as he fumbles to align himself and jake's dick. ] Take a deep breath and hold it.

[he does as he's told immediately, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes.]

[ as disappointing as that is, it's probably better jake doesn't watch. he takes a matching breath himself, exhaling slowly as he sinks down onto jake's dick and yep, that sure is ten different shades of painfully uncomfortable. ]

[except the expression on his face is pretty much one of pure bliss, and he lets out a low groan as his hands fist roughly in the sheets, leg almost twitching in an effort not the sink himself in there harshly because fuck. yeah -- ]

Fuck, Dirk.

Give me a minute.

[ he's so not ready. no ok that's a lie he's ready but his body isn't and it sucks waiting for it to catch up but it's cool, he's in control. ]

... Alright.

[his breathing is all...off, and wrong, and his face feels like it's burning off but jesus dirk don't make him wait, he's squirming a bit and his hips are dying to move, it's practically impossible to stand.

then he gets the word and he grabs dirk's hips and moves to pull out just so he can thrust back in hard, with a low sound and a breathless curse]

[ the strangled sound he makes is the result of him doing a really bad job at hiding how much he's wanted this. he's got a hand on jake's chest to hold him in place, rolling his hips down with a pathetic little shudder. ]

[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]

[ he tries to match the pace of jake's thrusts, forcing himself down each time jake presses up with a short gasp that he can't swallow because he swears if he closes his mouth for even a second he'll suffocate. he lets go of jake's chest in favor of bracing himself on his thighs, leaning back to change his angle. ]

[well, that's not incredibly hot or anything. jake moans at the very sight, dropping his head back and moving with even more energy. he's gasping and watching dirk with heavy-lidded eyes, his fingers grasping at him tightly...until one hand moves between dirk's legs to stroke him in quick jerks]

[ yep. If the sound of Jake English moaning isn't enough to send him over the edge, the combined efforts of jake's dick inside him and jake's hand on his cock sure is. He comes pathetically hard and fast, up his own stomach as well as jake's and his hand. If he wasn't too busy reeling and coming down from his high, he'd probably feel somewhat embarrassed, but as it is he doesn't fucking care, rolling back forward to brace both hands on jake's chest as he drops his head down and just breathes. ]

[he's not sure if...he can keep going, because he's almost there but not quite, so he gives dirk a few seconds before grabbing his hips and thrusting once or twice, hard, driving him over the edge with a cry. his fingers are bruising on his hips and his head is thrown back, cheeks flushed up to his ears and down his neck, even.]

[ he just can't help but look incredibly pleased with himself at this point. he tries not to, but does a piss poor job at doing so. one by one he extracts jake's fingers from his hips, as much as he enjoys them, and lifts himself off of his flush crush, rolling off to lay beside him, pulse still beating maddeningly and odd sticky warmness inside him. ]

That sure was something.

[panting and feeling his face almost burn with the heat of everything that just happened and the heat of his embarrassment, almost shame, at having let go so much. his arm flops over his face, covering his eyes.]

Y-yeah, hahaha! My, quite something indeed, my friend.