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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 complied easily, settling on his back and trying to figure out what to do with himself. How was he supposed to act in this sort of situation? Entirely compliant? Did he fight back? How does Jake bondage.

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Oh. Dirk tying his hands up made the entire situation that much more real, and Jake found himself with a pair of tented shorts and a healthy sheen of sweat over his brow. He made a faint sound at Dirk's question, shifting his hips upward toward the blonde's.

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Oh is that how this is gonna be. Jake frowned a little, but wasn't displeased. He grunted, shifting his hips up more insistently.

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He grumbled, but allowed Dirk to be a tease. He knew that, in the long run, the more riled he got and the more foreplay they went through, the better it would be when he lost it. So while he was frustrated and impatient as always, he allowed Dirk to string him along, just on that notion.

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Sorry that he's not even gomen for driving you crazy, Dirk. It's mutual, and sometimes that kind of shit just happens. Physical chemistry is a fascinating thing, isn't it.

Really, there was... something extremely enticing about his shirt staying on but Dirk wandering up under it. So when he was smattered with kisses and Dirk's teeth found a nipple, the sound Jake made was wanton and unguarded around the ball gag. His dick twitched in his shorts and he shifted to try and rub himself against-- something, anything.

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You are a rude motherfucker, Dirk Strider, and Jake does not appreciate you. He writhed as much as he was able, whining around the gag between his teeth in a way that sounded a bit like he was grumbling Dirk's name.

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Grunt. This whole ball gag thing is really making communication difficult, now isn't it. He squirmed a bit more, full-on whining at that point in a plaintive way. Come on, Dirk, give him something.

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Dirk he is going to kill you in your sleep. He grunted again, picking his head up and squinting down at the blonde. Kill you. In your sleep.

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Jake rolled his hips, trying to force Dirk's slow movement down his thighs up to where it belonged, his breath coming in hard gasps through his nose. He would appreciate Dirk's teasing later, he knew he would, but holy crap did he want something done with his dick right the fuck thirty seconds ago. A damp spot slowly formed at the tent of Jake's shorts, indicating just how much he wanted some contact.

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He tried to inform Dirk that he didn't know Morse Code, but the ball gag got in the way so he just kind of made a muffled sound of irritation that was vaguely wordlike. No, seriously, Dirk. He was going to kill you in your sleep. And possibly tie you up and tease you with a feather duster and by jerking himself off repeatedly.

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There was a disgruntled huff and Jake squirmed still, curling his toes into the sheets a little. He grunted into the ball gag again, a bead of pre-come dripping sideways down the side of his erection from its own weight. He was really into this.

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The irritation seemed to disappear instantaneously, and Jake's body went rigid as Dirk's tongue came into contact with his tip. He made a short, high sound, and pressed his hips upward toward that mouth.