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Heat of skin, smooth chest on the arch of freckled spine. Breath shudders, warm then cool, against the side of his face; muscles tremble with effort, the fight not to just plunge into him. He can feel every inch, every nerve ending alive to the sensation of being fucked, slowly, balls deep.

His neck aches when he turns his head, nuzzles against the tight jaw muscle. He wants to kiss, to let tongues do what cocks do, but Dirk is too focused, controlled. Eyelashes press flat, nostrils flare, and he’s there.

They both are.

Kai hisses, grins, and is content.