For Dirk, he would have been happy to lay there beneath Ranboo--their heavy breathing and trembling body inducing agonising pulses of sensation in his muscles, his oversensitive hole tensing around their cock in tight spasms with each throbbing reaction to their continued touch. He would have loved to stay there like that, but he's actually relieved when they don't--although he groans in anguish when they pull out. Whether that's regret for the new, gaping absence inside of him or simply a physical response to how much he feels it as Ranboo withdraws is unclear.
He's not even sure if he's leaking cum or simply having some kind of psychological phantom sensory experience. Maybe he's simply dripping, a very real possibility that he's far, far too spent to investigate. He doesn't even know whether he should be closing his legs or trying to spread them. He's too weary to come to a decision; instead, he presses his face into Ranboo's arm, closing his eyes as Ranboo buries theirs into his neck.
And so they lay there, breathing, for a few seconds before Dirk tries to speak.
"I think I saw the actual face of God," he manages at last, though every second or third syllable is punctuated by another deep breath as he struggles to compose his body enough for speech.
Which, if it wasn't Dirk Strider, would make the feat of sheer bullshit that's about to come out of his mouth even more impressive. But it is Dirk Strider speaking, and it's quite possible that this is actually what happens in his brain when nothing else is.
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Date: 2024-06-21 11:25 pm (UTC)He's not even sure if he's leaking cum or simply having some kind of psychological phantom sensory experience. Maybe he's simply dripping, a very real possibility that he's far, far too spent to investigate. He doesn't even know whether he should be closing his legs or trying to spread them. He's too weary to come to a decision; instead, he presses his face into Ranboo's arm, closing his eyes as Ranboo buries theirs into his neck.
And so they lay there, breathing, for a few seconds before Dirk tries to speak.
"I think I saw the actual face of God," he manages at last, though every second or third syllable is punctuated by another deep breath as he struggles to compose his body enough for speech.
Which, if it wasn't Dirk Strider, would make the feat of sheer bullshit that's about to come out of his mouth even more impressive. But it is Dirk Strider speaking, and it's quite possible that this is actually what happens in his brain when nothing else is.
"He looked an awful lot like you."