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[SOMEHOW ENDED UP WITH GAY PORN POP UPS ALL OVER HIS COMPUTER??????????? TRYING TO FIX THIS FRANTICALLY]

Oh, bother! Bother, bother, bother! This is outrageous!

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[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.

[ not the most encouraging of reactions. he awkwardly pulls his jeans back up. ]

You alright?

Ah...yes, of course. [but he's not looking at dirk...just gathering his clothes and putting them back on, but eugh, he wants a shower, he is all sticky and sweaty and this is gross and unhygienic. SHOWER. must have.]

[ again, not the most encouraging of responses. he pretends to be really interested in fixing his hair. ]

You sure?

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