Ranboo can't help but wonder if, one day, maybe he'll actually learn to be as good at talking during sex as Dirk is. For all his weirdness and the questionable nature of some of the things he says, he still always manages to find something to say that makes their head spin faintly, but the more Ranboo thinks about it to try and figure out exactly what it is about his words that makes them so effective, the more flustered they become about it. He might have worked through some of his shyness and nerves, but there's still a fairly solid wall there keeping his mouth mostly shut during sex.
Maybe one day they'll figure it out.
That aside, it's been a little embarrassing to realize a few things about themself sexually-- things that he does seem to be into, and some of them, he can't help but groan in exasperation at himself over. Really? That? Compared to someone so certain of themselves as Dirk, it's more than a little humiliating.
They sink into Dirk deeper, slowly, both for Dirk's benefit and their own; the sensation of going again so soon is strange, uncomfortable, but not unpleasant, not entirely. Dirk's body feels cooler around his overheated and overworked cock, if only a little, and thankfully, the generous lubrication from before is still helping move things along, but the pressure and friction is still enough to make Ranboo's muscles tremble slightly as they move inside of him.
He pauses once he's buried himself entirely into Dirk again, holding himself up over Dirk on his elbows; his breathing is harsh and quick, reflecting his otherwise silently being overwhelmed, and they take a deep breath before hissing it out through their teeth, trying subtly to settle themselves. Were Dirk to listen, he could almost hear the overwhelmed thump of Ranboo's racing heart in their chest.
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Date: 2024-06-15 05:59 pm (UTC)Maybe one day they'll figure it out.
That aside, it's been a little embarrassing to realize a few things about themself sexually-- things that he does seem to be into, and some of them, he can't help but groan in exasperation at himself over. Really? That? Compared to someone so certain of themselves as Dirk, it's more than a little humiliating.
They sink into Dirk deeper, slowly, both for Dirk's benefit and their own; the sensation of going again so soon is strange, uncomfortable, but not unpleasant, not entirely. Dirk's body feels cooler around his overheated and overworked cock, if only a little, and thankfully, the generous lubrication from before is still helping move things along, but the pressure and friction is still enough to make Ranboo's muscles tremble slightly as they move inside of him.
He pauses once he's buried himself entirely into Dirk again, holding himself up over Dirk on his elbows; his breathing is harsh and quick, reflecting his otherwise silently being overwhelmed, and they take a deep breath before hissing it out through their teeth, trying subtly to settle themselves. Were Dirk to listen, he could almost hear the overwhelmed thump of Ranboo's racing heart in their chest.