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This is a generic Jakepost to reply to. Because the meme post was all Jake and has some inconceivable amount of comments now so it doesn't like to load. Have at, my lovelies.

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Jake gave a startled cry when Dirk fell forward, but when he kept grinding, that angle really hit home and an abrupt moan bubbled its way up out of his throat. He was embarrassed by it, and by the way he shifted to put his knees a little farther apart and let Dirk keep grinding, but he was falling into step right along with the Strider in losing himself. Every few breaths started to become punctuated by a gasped moan of some sort.

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Jake continued to shift against him for a few minutes, gasping and rolling his hips until he abruptly curled his spine upward and pulled his legs tight against the backs of Dirk's thighs, a thin cry slipping past his lips before he slumped backward to regain his breath. His arms went around Dirk's shoulders, languidly after a moment.

Welp. That sure had just happened.

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Score one for both of them, really. Jake ran his fingernails, blunted as they were, idly up and down Dirk's spine, chuckling.

"Eloquent," he offered.

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"I think I already have," Jake challenged, but he turned his head sideways to press his lips to Dirk's jaw in a vague sense of apology.

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A chuckle, and Jake mirrored the action.

"Fair enough."

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"So your pants are gonna dry in a really uncomfortable way if you leave them on like that," Jake offered plainly, not quite looking at Dirk.

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"Gross," was his reply, but it came with a grin. Luckily for him, his shorts weren't plastered to his person by personal juices, so he got to keep them on. He took a moment to admire Dirk's goods, though, smirking crookedly. He slid a hand surreptitiously along the inside of the Strider's thigh, once, before pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw. It wasn't really an instigation for anything further, in part because Dirk was kind of sticky, but it was still suggestive.

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"Shh," Jake intoned, rolling onto his side to displace Dirk's hand. One of his own slid back to the Strider's thigh, though, since he seemed interested. He quirked an eyebrow. "...come here, sit."

He slid backward and sat on his knees on the floor in front of the bed, beckoning.

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The pit of his stomach squirmed and his shorts weren't particularly comfortable, but like hell was he going to take them off. Idly, he reached over and pulled a little package of damp wipes out of his bedside table and set to cleaning Dirk off, trailing little kisses from his collarbone to his stomach as he did so.

"You don't have to look so scared," he offered, chuckling.

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"You're hot," he shot back, crumpling the wipe and tossing it at a small wastebin. And as the mild cleanser dried in the air, Jake let his fingers wander the insides of Dirk's thighs, smoothing and scritching with his nails.

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"Hmm, how about I'm going to undo you and enjoy the hell out of it?"

Jake it's actually sort of terrifying how innocently chipper you sound about this.

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"I've been alone on this island since I was... like, five," Jake offered monotonously. "And then the first long-term visitor I get is not only my boyfriend, but hot-diggity attractive." A shrug. "What did you think I was gonna get myself up to?"