If Ranboo were to look in on this moment from the outside, they might immediately die of embarrassment; but fortunately for Dirk, it's easy for their mind to be misplaced, at least for a little while, in moments like this. Even the ever-present anxiety that so frequently renders them more awkward than attractive can be silenced for a time in the heat of the moment, which... is a nice change, honestly.
Sometimes Ranboo thinks back on sexual encounters with Dirk and wonders what on earth possessed him-- who was that? Dirk seems to bring out something in him that even he didn't know was there, and, if directly asked, would probably deny the presence of, if only out of being bashful. It isn't so much that Dirk makes them think differently, so much as he has a way of wiping out their rational thought entirely-- which is a pretty effective deterrent to overthinking, or worrying about every move you make being wrong or weird.
In the present moment, Ranboo feels as if their brain itself is being fried, their nerves overloaded to a point where it's nearly painful. The heat and friction of Dirk's body where it wraps around him is almost too much, their head spinning as they press their face into his neck to pant and gasp against his ear. Despite his place on top here, the active role he's taken this time, the way that their voice rises into almost helpless, whimpered sounds is an almost comical contrast, his own voice having entirely gotten away from him and risen to something that would thoroughly embarrass him if he had the presence of mind to notice.
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Sometimes Ranboo thinks back on sexual encounters with Dirk and wonders what on earth possessed him-- who was that? Dirk seems to bring out something in him that even he didn't know was there, and, if directly asked, would probably deny the presence of, if only out of being bashful. It isn't so much that Dirk makes them think differently, so much as he has a way of wiping out their rational thought entirely-- which is a pretty effective deterrent to overthinking, or worrying about every move you make being wrong or weird.
In the present moment, Ranboo feels as if their brain itself is being fried, their nerves overloaded to a point where it's nearly painful. The heat and friction of Dirk's body where it wraps around him is almost too much, their head spinning as they press their face into his neck to pant and gasp against his ear. Despite his place on top here, the active role he's taken this time, the way that their voice rises into almost helpless, whimpered sounds is an almost comical contrast, his own voice having entirely gotten away from him and risen to something that would thoroughly embarrass him if he had the presence of mind to notice.