swampofsadness | And so I am lonely

There can be a quiet period after sex. A relaxed kind of lull that's easy to exist in, even for someone like Dirk. Relatively, anyway. His mind doesn't stop--the layers and contrivances that turn inside him like an endless mechanica are an endless process, and so even this peace is tentative. Fragile, and short lived. But it's still a state of relief. His body feels better. His brain is calmer. When he actually cums, that is. Which, Ranboo has been incredibly cooperative about--sometimes the guy takes some talking through some concepts, but he's eager and earnest and he's bigger than Dirk in a few key dimensions that make his difficult traits tolerable, if not outright endearing.

He has, however, noticed that he's always the one making demands, prompting and cueing Ranboo through certain motions. Which is partly what Dirk means when he regards Ranboo as difficult and/or endearing. It's nice, in a way, to have a willing partner who does what he wants. It's also... odd.

They're curled up against each other; Dirk has taken the liberty of resting his head against Ranboo's bountiful pectorals, feeling the warmth of the man's skin against his ear and face, the rhythm of his breathing and even his pulse just underneath Dirk's own. He's slightly sticky with sweat (it's mostly sweat, anyway) but that's kind of a plus, to Dirk. It's... real. Comfortingly so. He can better feel himself against Ranboo this way.

"Fuck, man. Every time we do this, it's like.... I want to say it gets even better, but I actually don't know. Not--because of you. Or kind of because of you. Are you into this? What are you into? You never say anything about that--you never ask me to do anything specific. Which doesn't seem to be stopping you from putting your hot load in me every time. Sometimes repeatedly. Which feels fantastic, for the record."

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"Jesus christ."

Dirk really has a way of interrupting what had been a nice, quiet moment between them previously. This is still something strange to Ranboo; being able to enjoy his body, do what he wants to with it, acting without the constant blanket of control threatening to fall back over him and sweep him off to do whatever it is Showfall wants instead. The very feeling of laying there with Dirk pressed against them... it's the most human they've ever remembered feeling. Almost normal, almost whole. Still, despite the red flush that Dirk's words draw to his face, only to be quickly hidden behind his hands, even that feels... almost normal, in a weird kind of way.

"Uh. I mean..." Their voice is still loose and rough, rasping through their fingers before they finally let their hands fall from concealing their face. He isn't looking at Dirk, though, still somewhat bashful even now, even after what they literally just got finished doing. "I don't... like. I don't know... I do-- I am into this, like. I mean... obviously--"

A sheepish half-laugh creeps into his splintering voice, an embarrassed kind of smile on his face.

"Obviously I'm into this, but... I don't know, I guess I never, like... thought about it? I don't... know what I'm into, I guess..." Ranboo's head tilts, finally turning their gaze back at Dirk. "How did you... figure out, uh. This stuff, like... what-- got you into the stuff you're into? Like, I haven't even heard of some of the stuff you... want, so, like..."

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