listen puppet boy, before you disobey

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There's a knock at the door.

The sound is startling, makes Ranboo suddenly bolt upright from where they'd been lounging on the couch.

Knock-knock.

They pick themselves up from the couch and, as quietly as possible, they creep out of the room, searching frantically for somewhere to hide; his frame is much too long to tuck away into a cabinet or something, but he does, with some internal amusement at the joke, find a closet to tuck himself away into. Thankfully the swords in there aren't taking up too much space.

Knock knock, Dirk! There's a knock at the door!

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The sensation sends a shiver through Dirk--a full-body pleasure that touches seemingly every nerve in his body. Ranboo will feel his muscles tense briefly, his back arch, his breath catch--he stops just short of a quietly voiced moan, suppressing it into a much more subdued grunt in the back of his throat.

He's already cum once, but his body is warming to the idea of doing it again.

He increases the pace with faster strokes--he won't keep it up forever, but he's impatient to push Ranboo's receptiveness, to hear them whimper and feel them pressing up into his hand, he wants them panting for it, he wants the pulse he feels under his fingers to race with his own.

And so as he speeds up, he also leans forward, grazing his teeth on the aching skin of Ranboo's neck teasingly.