This is what Dirk wanted. The feeling of a warm, stiffening cock in his hand, the weight of Ranboo leaning into him, the hazy buzz of sweet surrender in his ears. He can feel the heat pooling low in his body, the sensory map of his own hidden pleasure coming alive as Ranboo succumbs to what Dirk knew he would.

His own pulse picks up a little more--energised not just by the excitement of what's to come, but of the exact moment they're in. His brain, too--the clarity in the back of it, like he feels present again for the first time in... some time, today.

"I love when you say my name," he murmurs, encouragingly, but he keeps a steady pace, hums a low note under his breath, taking his time as he strokes Ranboo towards fullness.