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[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.]

[ yeah, jake pretty much has his heart at this point. the squeeze of his hand is reassuring because that's not something bros just do, right? granted bros don't just fuck either, but...

when they're at the bed he uses his momentum to drop jake down onto it, staring down at him with far too many feelings than he wants to admit to. ] Are you sure?

[jake nods, looking up at dirk with flushed skin spreading to his ears and neck...he isn't sure that he's sure, but he's sure that he trusts dirk, and that he'd rather experiment with someone he would fight for with his life. a hand (trying hard not to let it shake) reaches for dirk, reaches to pull him down against him]

[ jake's nervousness is so cute, naive and innocent much like jake himself is and dirk crawls into an unceremonious heap of a position above him, burying his face in the soft skin of jake's neck and sucking small marks in a line down his throat. part of him is uneasy, like this is just another of his jake-related fantasies, but the other part doesn't care because jake english wants him to fuck him and this is too much. ]

[jake turns his head away so that dirk can have a better access...he's not sure what to do with his hands, so one of them tangles in messy blond hair.]

[ his PERFECTLY SCULPTED HAIR* but he's fine with that too, reaching down to kick jake's shorts off completely and getting rid of his boxers in one gay swoop. it's the first time he's actually gotten a good look at jake's pride and joy and he's... honestly a little impressed and more than a little smug about finally getting into jake's pants after so long. don't mind him as he wraps his lonely hand back around it. ]

[he feels uncomfortably observed for a moment and has a bout of panic — what if it's too small?? What if it's strangely deformed and disgusts him? — but then dirk looks satisfied and there's a hand around his dick again, sending all doubts flying out to be replaced by the sound of the moan escaping his lips]

[ yep, he... definitely likes the sound of that. the angle is awkward with the way he's straddling jake's hips and reaching between his own legs and past his own junk, but it's worth the slight discomfort of it if he gets to slowly tease more sounds from poor jakey. ]

[his eyes are closing and there are definitely more sounds escaping his lips, try as he might. it's just a whole new sensation, and he's already panting a little, hand reaching out blindly for any part of dirk he can reach]

[ he offers jake back his hand, threads their fingers together for a second time. because this is more intimate than just fucking and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart beat just a little faster. he's torn between wanting to kiss him again and not wanting to give him a way to stop his little sounds as he slowly strokes up his length. slowly, because he's a bit of a dickprince a he doesn't actually want to get jake off on just this. ]

[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.]