The sudden, dry sob of Ranboo's voice, the heaving of his chest, that catches Dirk a bit off guard--but he tightens his grip on his 'patient' with his right arm, keeping him from struggling (as if Ranboo even had that in him now.)

"Easy, man," he keeps his voice low, wrapping his fingers around Ranboo's cock. God, it feels so good to have it in his hand again. He's not remotely put off by how flaccid it is, or how emotional he is about it--Ranboo is weak and in pain and was just throwing up, not to mention dead literally minutes ago. He's going to be high strung and distraught about everything. Even if Dirk wasn't doing this entirely for his own gratification, he'd have to acknowledge that much. But personal pleasure aside, he is certain Ranboo will feel better on the other side of an orgasm.

"No need to be scared, bro. Just relax--I know how you like it. Steady and slow at the start, just like this..."