paradiseblossoms | Aftermath of the previous thread

[Fuck, it's the sounds - it's always the sounds. That fucking little trill Tav makes, the one Dave never hears anywhere else and probably never will, the one he wants to surreptitiously record and play over and over again, because he could probably blow his load just from hearing that sound.]

[He supposes there's a danger Tav will take him seriously, but fuck. He almost can't stand it anymore, the way Tav seems to have picked up so quickly all the ways to make Dave crazy.

Shit just doesn't seem right.]

[Luckily for Dave, Tav is pretty used to the fact that he rarely means it when he says stuff like that—especially during sex. Strangely enough, it usually seems to mean the exact opposite. Humans and their irony.

Carefully, slowly, he introduces a second finger, mindful of nails that, while not exactly filed into points, are sharper than a human's. He laughs, low and rough.]

iF YOU WANT,

[He moans - fucking moans - when Tav slips that second finger in, but red eyes suddenly open, and his gaze slides down to fix on Tav where he's braced between Dave's legs.

Fucking troll.]

[He reaches down, quicker than quick, and snags Tav's wrist, stopping his motions.]

[Tav makes a small whining sound in the back of his throant; he had hoped, but hadn't expected that Dave would take his bait. He pauses, not resisting the hand around his wrist, and slowly pulls his fingers away, raising his gaze to Dave's. He's trembling a little bit, he notices; he hadn't realized until now how much he does want it.]

oH,
o-OKAY,
yES PLEASE,

[Dave makes an involuntary whining sound of his own when Tav slides his fingers out, but he recovers quickly enough, reaching down for Tavros.]

[He grips, pulls, and lifts - and is probably helped along by the fact that Tav slides easily over the slick floor of the tub - to settle the troll in his lap again.]

[As usual, Tav is yielding, allowing himself to be pulled and tugged into Dave's lap, and almost immediately he's grinding himself into the other boy's crotch, trying to get as close as he can. One horn catches against the shower curtain, but he hardly notices in his eagerness to be close as he can as soon as possible.]

uM,
iS THERE ANY WAY YOU COULD POSSIBLY, uH,
hURRY,

[All right, so he's mostly bullshitting now, to get back at Tav for his earlier teasing, but as the troll rocks up against him - fuck - he has a...thought.

Sure, the sitting down is fine, but his ass is starting to hurt from the unyielding tub floor, and he doesn't imagine that's going to get any better.]

[He shifts Tav a bit in his lap, so the troll's thighs slide and settle over his prominent hipbones, and then carefully gathers his legs under him, pressing back against the shower wall for leverage.

It's not as hard as he thought it might be, standing - Tav's bigger through the chest than he is, sure, but he's also missing about half his body weight in leg. And with his thighs braced on Dave's hips, it settles his weight in a comfortable place for Dave to lift.]

[Tav's caught off-guard by the request, but he does as Dave tells him anyway and clings to his shoulders. He lets out a surprised sound as he's suddenly lifted upward, shortened thighs squeezing hard to keep them locked around Dave's waist.]

oH,
i'M NOT, uHHH,
tOO HEAVY OR ANYTHING,

[He shifts slightly, spreading his legs and bracing himself against the wall, settling Tav a little more firmly on his hipbones.]

[He slides his hands under Tav's ass - grips, lifts - and then slides himself into the troll's dripping nook in one smooth, fluid motion.]

[He's about to apologize, contrary to what Dave's just told him to do, when he finds himself with a nook full of Strider dick. Tav inhales sharply, lungs filling with warm air and steam, and his dick writhes against his stomach, caramel fluid seeping down around both their thighs.]

oH-fFFSKJD

[Incoherent noises are about all he can manage right now, but that's okay. Dave feels so damn good inside him; there's something almost novel about a dick that isn't covered in bumps and ridges, that doesn't squirm around inside him but instead stays and fills him just the way he needs to be filled.]

[Dave mostly just braces himself, takes Tav's weight on his arms, and lets his hips do the talking. His thrusts have to be rather short and shallow, but gravity does most of the rest of the work for him, forcing Tav down onto his dick until their pelvic bones slip against each other, wet from water and caramel-colored fluid.]

[There will never again be anything as good as being sheathed in a troll nook, Dave knows that now. It's slick and wet and hot, and it grips in a way that - yeah, should be illegal. He feels Tav's tentadick writhing between them, and another thought occurs to him - he's just a fucking wellspring of thoughts tonight, apparently.

With a quick glance up at Tav, Dave pauses, buried deep in the troll. Then, he bends, craning his neck down, and opens his mouth, reaching with his tongue. He can just get his lips around the writhing tip of Tav's ridiculous troll cock, and he moans when it immediately wraps itself around his tongue.

Fuck, why haven't they done this before now?]

[There's got to be something wrong with him, because that praise sents a jolt straight to his dick, and all the air goes out of him like he's been punched in the gut. He simultaneously loves and loathes the way Dave affects him, just with his words. It shouldn't be allowed to be that smooth. This is nice, though, this is fucking perfect, why was he ever worried about Gamzee? This is entirely different, it's a whole other set of feelings. Right now everything is so warm and they're so close, everything else, all his worries are a thousand miles away.

He gasps, watching Dave bend down, approach his mouth to where Tav's tentadick is waiting at attention, and the sudden sensation of wetlipstongue beside the perfection that is Dave's cock inside him causes him to shudder, another, louder trill finding its way from his throat.]

oH GOD,
oH FUCK,
I,
sHIT,

[With tentadick wrapped firmly around his tongue and writhing against the roof of his mouth, Dave can't really say much, but he moans his approval and sucks hard, pressing the tip gently against his teeth.

Curled over as he is, it's hard to get much leverage to thrust, but he does the best he can, rocking his hips into Tav, pushing as deep as he can into the troll's nook.]

[Oh, god. It takes every ounce of self-control for Tav not to blow it right then and there; it's like a sensory overload, warm skin on skin and wet and Jesus the things Dave is doing with his mouth are fucking ridiculously good. He's torn between arching upward to allow more of his dick to slide into Dave's mouth and grinding down into the other boy's hips; he ends up doing a little of both, in time with Dave's thrusts, and he has to keep his head from falling back, since the weight of his horns is already threatening to throw them off balance.]

fUCK,
oH, fUCK, dAVE,,

[With a slick, wet noise, Dave pulls his mouth away from Tav's bulge, leaving behind a thin trail of saliva as the tip wraps around his tongue again, like it doesn't want him to go. Not that he would blame it, Tav's weird - and apparently somewhat sentient? - alien dick. Nothing like a patented Dave Strider blowjob.

With his posture restored, Dave can thrust in earnest again, as well as move to kiss Tav, all sliding tongue and hot breaths.]

[Tav can't help the little whine that escapes his lips as Dave's mouth parts contact with his dick, but he's happy with the kiss that replaces it, moaning against Strider's mouth in response to the deeper thrusts he's now receiving. Unconsciously, his hips have begun grinding in circles against Dave's, trying to cause as much friction as he possibly can considering how wet things are down there.]

fFF,
tHAT, uM,
iS REALLY NICE, aND,
nN, dON'T STOP,

[He laughs, low and breathless, against Tav's mouth, and then licks and nips a path along the troll's sharp jawline to his ear.]

[He can't really bring himself to care, though, too preoccupied with rocking into those circles Tav is grinding against his hips, and in biting a little more sharply than usual at Tav's ear.]

[His cheeks flush brown, though it's frankly astonishing that there's any blood left to go to his face, since so much of it seems to have rushed straight to his bulge; he grits his teeth in pain-pleasure at the scrape of dull human teeth against his skin.]

uMM,
yES, sEVERAL TIMES,
sORRY-aH! aH, fUCK,

[Suddenly overcome with something like possessiveness, Dave parts his lips and sinks his teeth into the soft skin between Tav's neck and shoulder, sucking hard.]

[His head jerks back with a low hiss, and he doesn't realize it, but he's punctured a hole in the cheap plastic shower curtain with his right horn. Fuck, that hurts, but it's a good hurt, it gives him something to focus on in the onslaught of sensation.

Tav lets out a strangled groan, tangling his fingers in wet blonde hair, pressing his torso against Dave's so he can get closer, more, God, he needs more.]

[Dave moans a little against Tav's skin at the fingers in his hair, and a part of him hopes the troll will pull a little, maybe scratch with his claws, because fuck it all, he's kind of learning to get off on this crazy rough troll sex.

He fucking gnaws at Tav's shoulder, sucking and lapping at the chocolate-brown bruise that rises there.]

[Tav gasps for air, twice, like he's trying to remember how to breathe properly, and then lets out a long, low trill, brows knitting together and his mouth gaping in concentration. His nails dig into Dave's scalp a little, clinging so desperately as he is. He can't think straight, can't really think anything at all except for how Dave's teeth and tongue feel so unequivocally perfect, how his nook is full and Dave feels so good sliding in and out of him like that—

and it's too much. Too much all at once, and he spasms once, twice around Dave and then he's coming hard with a choked gasp, burying his face against Dave's chest and just clinging, wet and warm and satisfied.]

[Shit, the way Tav spasms around him like that when he comes - not to mention that caramel fluid sluicing down Dave's legs, that really should not be so hot - makes heat coil deep in Dave's belly. He'd like nothing more than to just bury himself in Tav and come - hard - but he's got other plans. Other ideas, one might say.

So instead, he grits his teeth and goes completely still, dropping his head to Tav's shoulder, trying desperately to think about unsexy things - which is hard when you've got an armful of wet, shuddering, gasping troll boyfriend.

Fuck.]

[Tav's still gasping for breath when Dave stills, suddenly, and the troll's eyes flutter open. He doesn't move, can't bring himself to take his face away from Dave's chest, but he clears his throat and speaks, still breathing hard.]

wHAT ARE,
uM,
wHAT ARE YOU DOING,

[He thought for a split second that Dave had come, too, but there was a noticeable lack of wet warmth filling his insides, so he's sort of at a loss.]

[Dave pants a little, open-mouthed against Tav's wet skin, and he slowly opens red eyes, half-lidded and glazed over. There's a pink flush across his cheeks and his blonde hair is plastered to his skin, but he shrugs nonchalantly - or, at least, attempts to - as he answers.]

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