[ his breath hitches at that jab, slumping back down and stalling in what could uselessly be called a "beat," taking a moment to just breathe and rein himself in a little. it's not as though he's about to shoot off right this second, but there is such a thing, he thinks, as being overloaded with pleasure all at once and he's not too sure but he thinks he might be reaching that point. either way slowing it down can't hurt, especially if it means he gets to focus on other things, like sinking his teeth into the crest of Dirk's shoulder and dragging his hands down his chest just for the sake of touching him. ]
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Better?