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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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He pressed his face into Dirk's hand and covered it with his free one.

"Thank you," he said. He wasn't quite sure Dirk was feeling awkward or inadequate, but he meant those thanks from the bottom of his heart, and hoped it helped to absolve Dirk of some of his concern that he wasn't doing enough for him.

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Jake immediately tipped his head forward at the chin and caught Dirk's lips, lingering for a long, slow kiss. He pulled away with a faint smack, then tapped forward again. Away, back, away, back. Peck. Linger.

"...how are you," he asked, one hand shifting to Dirk's hip.

Oh.

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He smiled in a way that made his whole face feel warm, Dirk's words melting away the horrid icy grip of his sadness. He hummed, kissing him again and idly trailing along his jawline to his ear.

"I want to make up for the month I kept you waiting," he breathed.

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He kissed a damp trail of open-mouthed pecks down Dirk's neck, to his collarbone, where he sucked briefly on the fabric of his shirt. He shifted slowly until he was mostly in his lap, gently rolling his hips into the blonde's.

"I'm sorry it took me so long."

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His hands slid under Dirk's shirt and rubbed, smoothing their heels over Dirk's skin and massaging along his sides, his hips, his chest. He shifted and rolled one nipple between a thumb and index finger, biting gently at the fleshy part of his neck. His hips continued to roll, and his boxers did little to hide the slow growth of interest in them.

"I can handle that."

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Jake made a small sound in the back of his throat and ground his hips down roughly, pressing them into Dirk's and rubbing in short back-and-forth motions, gasping.

"Dirk," he responded, voice thin.

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He whined, a drawn out sound, and swallowed.

"O-off," he managed. "Knickers. Off."

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Jake's returned kissing was uncoordinated and sloppy at best, but heartfelt. He hissed and whined and keened and shifted, wriggling out of his boxers and pressing them back together, skin to skin. A high sound burst forth from him and he ground his hips against Dirk's.

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"Ah--" the contact sent a jolt through Jake, starting at the base of his spine and traveling up, making him break out in goosebumps and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Fuck," he swore, working his hips against Dirk's. He was dangerously close already. "S-slow down, I'll come again--" It was strange that he wasn't really embarrassed by saying such things anymore, but only somewhat. They'd only been having rampant bunny sex all over the house for months on end at this point.

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"Mine," he ground, making a thin keening sound in the back of his throat. "For taking so long-- fuck, God, Dirk I love you," he rolled his hips, shaking from the effort of not bucking into him at the pace they had before. "Don't stop when I'm done," he breathed. "Don't stop, don't ever stop..." He probably hadn't been this lost in sex in a long time.

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He kept making sounds, all into Dirk's mouth as he messily tried to kiss him back and mostly failed. He could feel his climax building in the pit of his stomach, the way it almost burned at his insides, and his voice gradually rose in pitch against Dirk's lips.

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He made another high sound in his throat, pulling away to gasp. "Oh fuck--" He bit his own lip, then moved back to breathe against Dirk's. "Again," he begged.