Dave let out a little 'oof!' as Dirk slammed into his chest, and he held him even tighter if anything, burying his nose in his little cousin's hair. He hadn't seen Dirk in years, but at that moment it felt like it had only been a few weeks. He eased into it when Dirk settled down for a good long cuddle, gladly obliging him. It felt so good to be...wanted. Fuck, he'd had a harder couple of weeks than he thought.

"It's a flying broom, dumbass," Dave muttered affectionately. "You know, like football is played on horses. Quidditch is played on flying brooms."