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Er. I don't know? [confused flustering] It was your offer after all.

Need to know where I can and can't touch. Needless to say if we are taking the road of thinly veiled taboos, I will need to have my hands around your god's gift at some point. Less for intimacy than it is for getting you off. [ HA HA HA HA shit all his dreams and nightmares are coming true at once ] Or we could have a safeword. A "hands the fuck off" word.

[wait safe word why isn't STOP enough???? ajdlfh stuttering] Ah, well, you see, I-I am more than inexperienced in this area, i-in fact I barely have any e-experience with being touched at all, haha, humbug, etc!

Would...a safe word be necessary? Would 'stop' not suffice?

'Stop' is easy to say and not mean, especially when there's someone with their hand down your capris.

Pony.

[pause

that's the first thing that popped into his head]

C-Could that perchance be enough... [aldkjhdfh looks away mumbling] Cannot believe I am discussing this.

[ jake why now he just hates his life ]

... Alright. Ready?

Y-Yes... [his face is SO red but he's as ready as he'll ever be.] Begin. [do people say that kind of stuff during the sex??? Should he talk or shut up???]

[ lucky for jake he won't actually have to think about it, because dirk is doing something that he has wanted to do for so long:

he is kissing jake english. ]

[and jake's not doing anything at first, peering at dirk and noticing the way his eyelashes curl up and the way there's a loose strand of hair falling over his forehead...but the lips are soft and he closes his eyes and kisses back, hands twitching but remaining on his own lap]

[ he almost panics when jake isn't doing anything, because holy fuck did he find that line fast. he has a half a mind to pull away, but then jake is clearly kissing back and he has to concentrate on not toppling over because damn.

with more confidence he presses forward harder, moving closer and using a hand to gentle jake's legs apart. ]

[there's a tiny sound escaping his throat when a hand touches his leg, but he lets them be nudged apart slightly. he wonders if he should use some tongue or wait for dirk to do so, or i fhe should open his mouth, or maybe his hands hsould touch something too??]

[ it would certainly make dirk feel less like he was forcing jake "love-of-his-life" english into something, but as long as he knows that jake knows this can stop at any time he's a little more sure of what he's doing. he's fine with running his tongue along jake's bottom lip, coaxing an entrance for himself.

meanwhile he drags his hands over jake's knees, up his thighs and leaves them to rest on the loop of his belt. ]

[jadlkfjhkl that tongue...makes him shiver, and his cheeks are flushed as he tentatively does the same, trying to focus more on the lips against his than the hands at his pants, possibly close to touching something no one else has ever even seen in his entire life]

[ lucky jake doesn't mind tongue because he's about to get a lot more of it, tracing a line down the center of his own tongue and feeling about behind his teeth. likely a fine distraction from the hands fumbling about with his belt, getting the buckle undone and pulling the belt from the loops of his pants. ]

[brings a hand to the back of dirk's neck, lettin out a soft sound into that kiss, and wanting to do more but he doesn't really know how...going to try and suck on his lip a little though, jerking when his belt is tugged off but not breaking the kiss]

[ it's probably easier he does this while jake is preoccupied, popping the button of his shorts open. he only needs one hand for this, so the other goes to join jake's on the back of his neck, threading his fingers through it. why? because jake english is why. ]

[his fingers curl around dirk's and this is nice, for some reason, feeling their fingers like this...he breaks the kiss, a bit out of breath, entirely flustered, eyes half lidded as he looks at his...best friend currently about to shove a hand down his pants]

[ he kisses him once more, soft and full of everything he isn't ready to say before roughly shoving his hand down the front of jake's shorts, squished between the fabric of his shorts and his underwear, tracing the outline of his dick. ]

[there is definitely moaning...and that kiss was soft...he kisses him again, trying to emulate the previous one as his fingers tighten around dirk's, moving away from the back of his neck but not letting go of his hand]

[ he is way too attracted to jake right now; all his feelings rush up and smash into him like a kick to the stomach and he doesn't even care. as he pulls back he finally snakes his hand down the front of jake's boxers flush, running his fingers over the ridges of jake's dick and watching his face intently. ]

[his breathing hitches and he closes his eyes, his face reddening quickly under dirk's gaze. and with his hand on him, fingers running teasingly and not quite enough but enough to make him shiver and let out a little anticipatory moan, hips hitching up a little.]

[ he won't look away for a second, fully intent on committing every second of this to memory. maybe one day he'll tell jake that he's got the super hots for him, but until then he'll have to make do with the odd faces jake makes as he strokes him off. for the moment he untangles his and jake's fingers (like a crush to the heart, why would you do that) so he's got a free hand left to take off jake's glasses while he continues to have a very close hand to dick relationship. ]

[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...

[ he pushes his own glasses out the way, letting them sit on top of his head. mostly because it's hard to kiss someone properly when your glasses keep smashing together, but he's cool. cool even as he retracts his hand, uses it to lace back with jake's and pull him up off the chair and towards the bed. more space, more room, less chance of toppling sideways over the arms of his seat. ] Jake.

[he's pulled up suddenly after the land leaves his pants, and it's with a whine that he stands up and stumbles toward the bed. he has a brief moment of wondering...what is he doing? is this really a good idea? but the throbbing of his dick and, strangely enough, the hand in his own (he gives it a squeeze) cuts the doubts short.]