paradiseblossoms | Aftermath of the previous thread

[Tav is distracted for a moment by the beads of water on those dark lenses, and he reaches out tentatively to wipe them away, even if the water just keeps pouring down and making his effort redundant. He's still curious as to what's behind those shades, but also still afraid to ask if he can see. So he settles in comfortably, hyper-aware of skin on skin, of the caramel flush on his cheeks. In a way, this is kind of convenient for him; his lack of lower legs means there's no awkward bending of knees and finding places to put them. It also means he's very very close to Dave, but that's...alright.]

i THINK YOU'RE PROBABLY RIGHT,
i HOPE,
bUT YOU'RE DEFINITELY RIGHT,
iN, uM,
rEGARDS TO YOURSELF,

[And then, because Tav is right there and Dave is right there and why the hell not, he leans in close, arms resting around angular boy shoulders, and kisses Dave. And, well, that helps.]

[He doesn't get out much more than that, though, because he's cut off by Tav kissing him - and that's pretty okay, actually.

It's astonishing how different it is, between Tav and Gamzee. Not just the way Tav is careful to keep Dave's tongue away from his razor teeth, the way their teeth never clack together because they're both just taking it nice and slow, but also the feel of Tav against him. Tav's a little bulky where Gamzee is lanky, and the feeling of thighs pressed against Dave's hips without legs following them is...weird, yeah, but not really in a bad way.

Dave lets his hands wander lazily over Tav's back, feeling the dips of well-defined muscles, and even though he kind of just got done having ridiculous hatesex with another alien, he is a teenage boy, and there are definitely some things happening below the metaphorical belt.]

[Tav sighs, breathing out through his nose, relaxing under Dave's hands on his back. He thinks idly that this is the least anxious, the least overwhelmed he's ever felt; it's like he's forgotten how to be insecure.

Well, almost.

His shoulder blades flex beneath long-fingered hands, and Tav tilts his head slightly to get a better angle, sealing his mouth against Dave's carefully to avoid slicing open his tongue any more than it's already been abused today.]

[Dave kind of makes this soft noise into the kiss, shifting against Tav in a way that makes the troll's weight settle against his hips, so he can rock up against Tav for all kinds of slow friction. He reaches up with one hand to slide wet fingers around one of Tav's horns, gripping it in a loose fist and stroking.

And for once - and most likely only for a little while longer - Dave is silent, too concerned with wringing those noises he loves out of Tavros to make any particularly snide comments.]

[Tav coos softly, finding that he really likes that slow friction, slow rush of heat up through his abdomen; the soft sound turns into a raspy inhale at the hand on his horn; the same reaction as before to the slipperywetslide of skin and water. He takes his mouth from Dave's at last, gasping for air, eyes closed against the rush of water from above, and he buries his face against the wet skin of Dave's shoulder, laying soft, warm, wet kisses there and up the side of his neck. His lips graze the fresh hate-wound, and he whimpers softly, tongue swiping over the spot gently.]

[Dave shudders with a hiss, and his hips rock upwards suddenly without his consent, and fuck, that's totally going to be a thing now, isn't it? Dave Strider apparently gets off on being bitten by fucking trolls.

His voice is oddly hoarse when he speaks.]

[Tav whimpers, hoarse and needy, at the sudden intrusion of Dave's bulge against his groin, pressing hard and hot and slick against all kinds of sensitive places. He dips his head to tongue at the center of Dave's chest where his collarbones meet, wiggling his hips so they're right up against Strider's.]

u-UM,
dON'T WORRY,
i'M VERY, nN, rESPONSIBLE,
aND, uHH, dEPENDABLE,

[Shit. Tav's tongue should not feel that good, pressed against that hollow, and everything is so fucking wet with trolls - only made more evident by the water sluicing over the both of them - and Dave doesn't think he's ever going to get used to it. It makes his dick slide slick and easy over Tav's groin, and Dave thinks that with just a little maneuvering, he could slip himself inside the troll - assuming that's what he wants.

Fuck, that's going to be a thing, too, isn't it? Dave Strider also apparently gets off on being fucked by his troll boyfriend.

When he finally manages to finish his thought, he's gone a little breathless.]

[Tav can only shake his head side to side, just barely because of his horns, and grunt against Dave's skin. His arms slip from around the other boy's neck, hands tracing down his sides, his ribcage with the lightest hint of claws, dull as they are. His lips move, feverish, up the other side of Dave's neck, passing over his own bite mark, tasting hints of blood—oh, God—and then his jawline, and without even really thinking about it, without hesitating, he brings a hand up and pushes those shades up by the lens, drawing his head back to look. Because he can, damn it.

Clearly, sex with Dave is working wonders for his self-confidence.]

[Immediately, Dave freezes, eyelids sliding down tightly over his eyes. His arousal fades away almost instantly, and every muscle in his body - previously loose and relaxed thanks to the warmth and Tav's attentions - draws taut.

There should be something to say, some...ironic quip or sarcastic comment to make Tav give his shades back, to stop him from having to reveal his freakish mutant eyes, but nothing comes to mind, and so Dave only sits there with water running down his face and his pale blonde lashes resting against his cheekbones.]

[He feels Dave freeze beneath him, and immediately he knows he's made a mistake; his self confidence drains away stupidly fast, and he pulls his hand back quickly, letting the sunglasses fall back down. Shit. Shit. He had to fuck it up, didn't he? This is what he gets for being confident.]

oH,
sHIT, i'M.
i'M SO SORRY, dAVE,
i DON'T KNOW, uH, wHY,
wHY i DID THAT,
sHIT,
i'M SO SORRY,

[He relaxes again almost immediately after Tav lets the shades fall, but as he reaches up to adjust them, he pauses, watching his alien boyfriend.

Shit, he knows Tav's got all these weird self-confidence things. And fuck if they didn't just get done making Tav feel better over this weird multiple alien relationships thing Dave's gotten himself into. Maybe...maybe it would be pretty cool if he didn't ruin all that now.]

[Instead of sliding his shades up to their usual place, he grips one arm and pulls them off - although his eyes slip shut again, instinctively.]

[Tav's breath catches, and he bites his lip, studying Dave carefully. He studies the shape of his eyelids, pale translucent skin, blonde lashes beaded with water. It's sort of...breathtaking, if he's completely honest. He nods, before realizing that Dave can't actually see him nodding.]

uM,
yES,
i THINK, pROBABLY,
mOST DEFINITELY,

[Slowly, so slowly, he opens his eyes, although for just a moment, he keeps them downcast, staring at Tav's chest in front of him. Then, he takes a deep breath and looks up into Tav's face, his eyes a bright, freakish, mutant red.]

[Tav steels himself, not sure at all what to expect, and when finally Dave looks into his eyes, his throat tightens, and he blinks wildly with a sharp intake of breath. He's not sure at all what to say. It's not...off-putting so much as it is completely unexpected. Tavros is reasonably sure that red is a color not at all common in humans.

Carefully, he rests a hand against Dave's cheek, thumb sweeping away the rivulets of water pouring down the side of his face.]

oH,

[Dave's lips quirk a little at the corners, and why does it suddenly feel like all of his emotions are on display? He's so used to hiding behind his shades, that it's like being fucking naked, except...worse.]

[He moves to replace his shades, to hide his eyes away again, but Tav's hand is in the way.]

[Tav giggles, a little bit nervous, but mostly relieved. The mystery has been solved, Pupa fucking Pan saves the day and flies off into the sunset. He lets his hand fall so Dave can put his shades back on, and squirms a little bit.]

uM,
sORRY IF i RUINED THE MOMENT,

[Dave shrugs, but then, in the process of putting his shades on, pauses. He glances up at Tav, then rolls his eyes and leans over - grabbing Tav with his other hand so the troll doesn't slide out of his lap - to place his shades on the bathtub rim.]

[Tav is sort of shocked that Dave elects to keep the shades off, but hey, he isn't complaining. He's always sort of wondered what it would be like, to have sex with Dave without the sunglasses, and now he supposes he gets to find out.]

aLRIGHT,
i THINK I WOULD BE, uHH,
wILLING TO TRY THAT,
cPR OF THE, uM,
sEXYTIMES VARIETY,
sO TO SPEAK,

[The suggestive eyebrows sort of feel like they lose a little power when they're not being raised over his shades, but Dave gives them a shot, anyway.]

wELL,
oKAY THEN,

[It really doesn't take much coaxing, and after a moment's pause while he decides what to do, he braces his arms against the sides of the tub and turns so that Dave can lie back against the back wall, stretch out his legs more, and so Tav can scoot backward until his mouth is level with Dave's crotch. Carefully, he plants kisses against one hipbone, hands resting against either thigh, and moves his mouth closer to Dave's dick, alternating between gentle hints of teeth and tongue.]

[Dave's suddenly not sure how he feels about that mouth full of knife-teeth being that close to his junk.]

uM,
dON'T WORRY,
i'LL BE GENTLE,

[Tav smiles up at Dave, trying to look harmless while still exposing a row of sharp teeth. Still, he's exceedingly careful to keep his teeth out of the way as, after licking a slow line up the side of Dave's dick, he slides his lips down around it and takes it into his mouth.

Oh. This is kind of nice.]

[Fuck, those teeth are sharp, and Dave shudders and tenses a little when Tav lowers his head - but he forgets about it soon enough, when Tav's got his mouth around Dave's cock.]

[That's encouraging, and once Tav's got a mouthful of cock, he draws back slowly, letting his tongue drag along the underside. He's not a hundred percent sure what he's doing, but he thinks that he'd probably like this done to him, so it can't be all that terrible, can it?

His hand slides between Dave's thighs, only slightly hesitant, and cup one of his balls, fingers stroking and slippery. Tav breathes out hard through his nose as he sinks his head downward again, eyes closing as he focuses on making Dave make more of those incoherent noises.]

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