Dirk has already made some quick decisions. Like straight-up dropping the mutilated head of a woman he'd decapitated onto his bed--there were several background processes to this decision, like the fact that he already put it down on the bed once and will now need to clean these bedsheets so thoroughly that he might as well, and the fact that he doesn't need her brain and its wiring in undisturbed condition any more, but it was also a matter of priorities.
'Priorities' are why he doesn't bother with anything like 'wiping his hands' of blood before he grabs Ranboo by the shoulder and jaw, and why he doesn't bother talking to them as he rises onto his knees on the bed, pushing them back upright before they jerk too far forward and collapse--
He braces the heel of his right hand on Ranboo's shoulder, holding them up while he uses his left to tilt their jaw up; this becomes a different pose where his right elbow is braced against that same shoulder, and his hand has captured their jaw. His heart is pounding, his head weirdly empty except for the focus required for the task as his left hand gently prises their mouth open. Ranboo's face, which he knows so well... he keeps them as far from his own face as he can, careful not to get bitten as he takes two fingers and presses them into the hot, wet space of their mouth, using his finger pads to press down on the tactile surface of their tongue. They take it easily as he works his fingers back--past the first knuckle, and theen the second, his strong hands probing for the back of the throat.
It's--well, it's actually deeply erotic, as sights go. Ranboo is weak, limp, their eyes glazed and not-quite-open, their chest rising and falling dramatically while they struggle for feeble breaths.
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Date: 2024-08-21 09:07 pm (UTC)'Priorities' are why he doesn't bother with anything like 'wiping his hands' of blood before he grabs Ranboo by the shoulder and jaw, and why he doesn't bother talking to them as he rises onto his knees on the bed, pushing them back upright before they jerk too far forward and collapse--
He braces the heel of his right hand on Ranboo's shoulder, holding them up while he uses his left to tilt their jaw up; this becomes a different pose where his right elbow is braced against that same shoulder, and his hand has captured their jaw. His heart is pounding, his head weirdly empty except for the focus required for the task as his left hand gently prises their mouth open. Ranboo's face, which he knows so well... he keeps them as far from his own face as he can, careful not to get bitten as he takes two fingers and presses them into the hot, wet space of their mouth, using his finger pads to press down on the tactile surface of their tongue. They take it easily as he works his fingers back--past the first knuckle, and theen the second, his strong hands probing for the back of the throat.
It's--well, it's actually deeply erotic, as sights go. Ranboo is weak, limp, their eyes glazed and not-quite-open, their chest rising and falling dramatically while they struggle for feeble breaths.