For a very long moment, it's all Ranboo can do to lay there atop Dirk and shiver, panting, eyes squeezed shut as his body finally begins to settle from the overload and his mind begins to clear. It's a few minutes of silently catching their breath before they finally do roll off of him, apologetic, though they stay close, pressed against his side.

Pulling out is a brief moment of agony, numbness and pain overriding any pleasure from a few moments ago, if only for a second; they grimace about it before pressing their face back against his neck. A long arm drapes over Dirk loosely, holds him close against them as they try to recover from... everything that just happened.

That was. A lot.