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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's thighs shook the entire way down and he made a faint sort of whining sound for most of the trip. It didn't quite hurt, with as slow as Dirk was moving, but holy damn it was uncomfortable. It pressed at him at a funny angle his body wasn't used to, felt a bit like it was rearranging his organs to accommodate, and was just overall really strange. His muscles weren't really relaxing to allow for it, either, so he was probably kind of squeezing. He exhaled roughly, not realizing he'd screwed his eyes shut and held his breath until Dirk asked after him.

"Mmmnguhh," he offered eloquently.

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At Dirk's attempted shifting, Jake sat away a little from his front and tried to steady his breathing. He put his arms behind him again, bracing them on Dirk's thighs and carefully lifting himself back upward. He didn't go far, sliding back down experimentally. Okay, so far so good... His chest heaved with labored breaths and he tried again, moving a little farther this time.

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And when aforementioned love button was found by way of Dirk's cock, Jake's head dropped backward and he stilled, seeing stars. He swore in a gasp, arched his spine, and pressed his weight back into that spot a little.

"God, Dirk," he spoke without realizing, the words bubbling out of him in a throaty groan.

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The half-whimpering tone to Dirk's voice set Jake's blood on fire and it all pooled in his belly, his dick twitching in interest and the rest of him tingling in anticipation. He could already feel the pending orgasm waiting to knock him flat, he almost hesitated to adhere to Dirk's direction. He whined, a particularly well-timed thrust of Dirk's hips making the sound drop into something deeper. His hand shot around and forward and encircled his own cock, which he began to pump in earnest as he picked up a slight rhythm and speed in bouncing on Dirk's.

"Fuck-- Dirk, oh God. I-- oh. Oh." Words were failing him.

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Dirk's cry and the feel of the condom on him stretching inside of him tore a sort of alarmed sound from Jake, largely due to him not quite knowing how to handle being so emblazoned with need. He bounced his hips faster still, tugging his dick in time with his ass meeting Dirk's pelvis, and in under a minute he was shouting in a way that made his voice crack and break into more of a hoarse scratchy whisper than anything else, which he was thankful for. His vision whited out and he rode out his orgasm awkwardly, rolling and continuing to bounce his hips for a handful of seconds while ropes of semen made a mess between the two of them.

The whole way down from his high he keened, gasping Dirk's name and obscenities until he stopped moving entirely, shifting his hands off of Dirk's thighs and flopping backward, gasping for breath and spent.

Wow.

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Jake was so far beyond having the ability to care about semen all over his sheets, right then. He wheezed in a vaguely affirmative way and shifted, rolling until he had twisted his way right on the bed to drape himself over Dirk's chest a bit.

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"There are some wetnaps in the bedside table drawer," Jake offered, muddled. "I made a bit of a mess on you, I figure." He'd be taking another shower when he woke up, anyway, but Dirk seemed the fastidious type.

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They could clean up in the morning after a nice long nap. Jake closed his eyes smiling, looking for all intents and purposes like a cat who got the cream. He even purred a touch.

"Mmm, you're hot," he countered drowsily.