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"Dirk...," Jake's voice shuddered along with the rest of him and he ground down a little harder into the Strider.

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He shifted, picking his hips up to let Dirk pull his boxers downward. In the meantime, he reached forward to put a hand around Dirk's cock, pumping it gently. He wanted Dirk at full attention before he proposed what he was thinking.

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He started to speak but his voice wavered, so he shifted again, instead. His voice was failing him, so he'd just show Dirk what was on his mind. Carefully-- shyly, really --he slid himself forward, until his naked arse was resting gently against Dirk's dick. He shifted some more, rubbing a little, and hoping Dirk got the idea of his train of thought.

Yep, Dirk. A week in, and Jake was consulting you for the butt sexes.

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Jake wasn't sure what spurred him to this so soon-- sure, he'd watched some gay porn and read up on gay intercourse, and he was curious, but he hadn't really figured he'd be interested so soon. Apparently, something about all this tender loving sex brought out his inner curious deviant. He scooted back again, idly palming himself without enough pressure to really do anything but keep him hard as a rock.

"Just-- will it hurt?" he asked after a moment, voice breathy.

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Jake swallowed, too. He nodded, despite the darkness.

"I-- we'll see. I trust you."

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Shifting, Jake set his feet flat on the mattress on either side of Dirk's legs, now settled between his knees. He tilted himself backward a little to let Dirk get at him a little easier, hissing sharply when his fingers went for his cleft. He laughed a moment after. "Cold," he explained.

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Unintentionally, Jake tightened around the finger, making a startled little sound. Wow, this was strange, and he wasn't even doing much. He laughed at himself again.

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He tried to relax around the feeling, but it didn't work out too well. He at least wasn't clenching in alarm anymore. He folded forward and grabbed hold of one of Dirk's shoulders, exhaling shakily. "Gosh."

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"I know," he said softly. "It's just strange."

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Jake made a funny sort of keening sound at the introduction of the second finger, gasping softly. His hand tightened on Dirk's shoulder and he leaned forward a bit more, setting his collarbone there, too.

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It was... strange. It didn't really feel bad, just... odd. The muscle yielded to Dirk's slow and methodical shifting, relaxing and allowing itself to stretch to accommodate the invasion of privacy.

...That is, of course, until Dirk sought the little nub of happiness and found it, at which point Jake gasped, choking on a startled little moan, because wow, what the hell even.

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His breathing was abruptly labored and more often gasping than normal, his hand had tightened on Dirk's shoulder again, and he was making uncertain little choked whining gasps against Dirk's collarbone.

"J-jeez," he managed, his voice thin and strained. "Is that-- ah. Prostate?"