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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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They were just sex. Pure need, and sexual want, desire. Lust. There was no love here. Affection, certainly. Kindness. Appreciation. But no love. Jake's heart made its way into his throat and he swallowed it roughly, decidedly pressing it back where it belonged and craning his neck oddly to nibble at Dirk's neck.

Lust, desire, appreciate. No love.

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Jake was unfortunately far from the same. He fell head-first off every cliff face he came upon, and while he generally landed all right at the bottom, the scrapes and bruises were still there. His nibbling turned to biting, distracted, and he shifted against the blonde. Good was his driving force. He wanted more good.

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When Dirk shifted to grind against him, Jake shifted too. He twisted, swiveled at the waist and made a sandwich of their legs. His on the bottom, then Dirk's, his again, Dirk's again. He rutted back against the blonde, his breath leaving him in a hiss against Dirk's throat. He didn't speak.

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Jake gasped intermittently, rolling his hips into Dirk's and grunting, softly, turning his head to muffle any sounds he made into his mattress. Now that he was coping with physical arousal, it wasn't that awkward to move against Dirk. Really, no different than wanking off with his grandmother down the hall. Except that there was another body there, and it was a lot warmer, and Dirk's erection was pressing into him--

"--Fuck," he swore, shifting again and rolling onto his back, pulling Dirk on top of him. This put them at a better angle, and he rolled his hips up into Dirk's again.

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He supposed the best way to describe what he currently felt was raw. Perhaps primal. The sound that came from Dirk sent a jolt of heat through him and his cock jumped in his shorts. When Dirk moved to unzip his pants Jake joined him, gasping just at the contact. He didn't even fully shirk his shorts, because it'd mean disrupting where Dirk sat. He just dug into them, pulled himself free, and anchored one hand on Dirk's hip while the other sought to wrap its fingers around both of them.

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Jake's actions were borderline animalistic-- he was detaching himself from the situation emotionally, entirely, lead now only by heat and lust and need. He bit at Dirk's lips again, rocking their erections together and gasping at every movement, tightening his grip enough to make his dick pulse in his hand. He swallowed a needy cry.

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He bit down on Dirk's lower lip at the feel of the Strider's orgasm, and he was so close, so close-- He may have bit into his lip hard enough to draw blood as he rutted his hips into the other's and pulled against his own cock, letting out a harsh ragged gasp as he joined the blonde in orgasm.

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Dirk's words were simple enough, but they brought Jake back to the reality of the situation, clawing and shouting that he didn't want to. His heart rose back into his throat, and he thought for a moment that he tasted bile on the back of his tongue. He swallowed, shut his eyes, and nodded.

He was falling for a complete stranger.

"Sorry, mate," he offered thinly, masking his unease in his panting to regain his breath. "We'll get you fixed up in a jif."

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"I just acted without thinking about it, that time," Jake admitted, dully, toward the ceiling. He wasn't exactly tired, but his brain was shutting down on him.

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He didn't respond, closing his eyes over. He wasn't sleeping, and it was obvious he wasn't sleeping, but he was resting nonetheless. He made no move to tuck himself back into his boxers or shorts, nor to remove them. He didn't really move at all, save for the steady rise and fall of his chest and the occasional twitch of his fingers.

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"Sorry," he muttered after a moment, shifting out from underneath of Dirk and rolling onto his side to face the wall. "I don't really feel very well, suddenly." It wasn't really a lie. He just had too much going on in his head to worry about anything else, right then. It was easy to pass that off as a stomachache.

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"'s all right," he fudged. "Just a bit too much movement too much after a bit too much food, I think." Which again, wasn't really a lie. His stomach was kind of churning in a terribly unpleasant way.