paradiseblossoms | Aftermath of the previous thread

[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.]

[His brow furrows, and that's enough to make him wrench his head back, careful not to let his horns throw them off-balance; his head cocks, curious.]

dAVE,
uM,
i'M CONFUSED,

[Carefully - ever so carefully, because Dave feels like he's teetering right on the edge, and a breath might send him over - he lifts Tav, withdraws from his dripping nook, and sets the troll down on the edge of the tub again.

Then, he leans back against the wall, crosses his arms over his chest, and looks contemplatively down at Tavros. The effect would be better, he thinks, if he had his shades - and if he wasn't still painfully hard - but Dave Strider is cool enough to make it work anyway.]

[All at once, Tav is being moved, maneuvered, and when he finds himself back on the edge of the tub, he's nearly pouting, he's so indignant. His confusion is halted, however, by the look Dave gives him, and the question he poses.

Oh. That's. That makes sense.]

uM,
i'M, nOT SURE,
wE COULD, iNVESTIGATE,
mAYBE,

[He thinks, taking stock of the situation, he could probably maybe definitely go another round relatively quickly. Teenage boy stamina and all that.]

[Dave nods, still looking contemplative - and surreptitiously giving himself some time to get his raging boner under control.]

[He kneels, pushes Tav's shortened thighs apart, and bends, licking a long, languid stripe up Tav's - ridiculously long, I mean seriously, does this thing ever end - bulge.]

[Tav stiffens, watching Dave go down on his knees, and has to brace himself quickly with both hands to avoid passing out at the sensation of wet tongue on his bulge. He's dripping all over the damn place, outside the tub and everything, but he honestly doesn't give a shit right now, because regardless of the fact that it felt like he completely emptied his seed sac thirty seconds ago, his bulge is already reacting to Dave's attentions, stiffening and squirming.]

mMF,
oF COURSE,
tHIS IS p-PURELY CLINICAL,

[Dave can't be bothered with talk right now - he's too interested in lapping up that caramel fluid, dipping his head down further to trail his tongue along the edges of Tav's nook, then lapping at the base of his bulge. One hand comes to rest on the tub floor, just his fingertips to keep him balanced, the other slips between his legs to palm at his dick, idly.

Not like he really needs it to keep himself interested.]

[Tav bites his lower lip, hard, but it's not enough to muffle a sound that's half-chirrup, half-moan. His hips are pushing forward as much as they can without him sliding off the edge of the tub altogether, trying to get as much of himself in contact with that hot, wet mouth as he can manage.

It's official. Dave Strider is going to be the death of him.]

fUCK,
fUCKFUCKFUCK,
nGHSIF,

[Dave moans his approval against Tav's crotch, his breath coming in hot, wet pants against slick skin. He dips his head down again - leaving his own dick alone in order to lift his hand and run long fingers up Tav's bulge - and presses forward, darting his tongue into Tav's nook to collect the fluid pooling there, to explore in writhing thrusts.]

[Shit. Shit, shit, shit, Dave really is going to kill him, with his stupid hot tongue doing all sorts of sexy delicious things to Tav's nook. His head jerks back so violently at the tongue inside his nook that he actually rips the poor, abused shower curtain out of a few of its rings. He doesn't care, fuck, he really couldn't care less right now. His breaths are coming out in pants already, and his bulge curls eagerly around the fingers caressing it.]

tHAT'S,
uM,
sHIT,

[Dave hears the curtain rip free, and he looks up and grins.]

[He's distracted by Tav's bulge curling around his fingers, and he shudders a little, feeling fluid bead at the tip of his own cock. He arches up, runs his tongue along Tav's bulge where it's curled around his fingers.]

[Tav giggles, breathless, and it would be a nervous sound if he weren't nook-deep in Strider mouth right now.]

oOPS,

[Checking for fucks given...nope, none. He tries to relax, but it's hard with fingers and lips and sweet heavenly tongue roaming all over his junk, Jegus this shouldn't be allowed, and before long he sounds like he's about to hyperventilate, he's breathing so rapidly. His words are half-incoherent, begging, sensless.]

fFFUCK, dAVE,
i,
fF
i CAN'T,
i CAN'T,

[Suddenly, Dave pulls back, sitting back on his legs.]

[He scoops Tav up again, but only briefly this time, to deposit him on the floor of the tub and then straddle his hips. There's another flush working its way across his pale cheeks - this one more embarrassed than anything else - but fuck it. Dave Strider wants to get fucked by his alien boyfriend, so that's fucking well what's going to happen.]

[He doesn't complain; he doesn't mind being deposited, doll-like, on the floor of the tub, and he squirms as comprehension overtakes him. So this is why Dave was holding out on him. Without hesitation, he rests his hands on Dave's bony hips, pulling him closer. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, keep from blowing his load before they even take this any further.

Yeah, he thinks he's probably okay with this.]

[Dave takes a few deep breaths of his own - no matter how many times they do this (and this is still a pretty new development), Dave doesn't think he'll ever get used to that first moment of penetration, when Tav's bulge first starts to push its way into him (he doesn't think he'll ever get used to that, either: crazy troll dicks that move). So he steels himself for it, as he reaches a hand down between their bodies and grabs Tav's bulge, positioning himself over it.

He's calmed down a little over the time he's spent with his face all up in Tav's junk, but that first brush of Tav's bulge over his entrance has Dave rock-hard again, precum beading at the tip of his dick and smearing through what caramel fluid on Tav's belly hasn't been washed away by the shower as he leans forward and spreads his legs a little more.]

[Tav's dick writhes in Dave's hand, dripping with the troll equivalent of precum, and he chokes out a gasp as it meets Dave's entrance, barely restraining his hips from surging forward. Instead, he digs sharp claws into Dave's hipbones as he tugs down, subtly, watching his human boyfriend's face for signs of pain or pleasure or anything at all. He quite likes being able to see Dave's eyes, now that he's used to them; it's less nerve-wracking fucking someone when their every expression isn't hidden behind sunglasses.

He's distracted from those thoughts by his dick sliding a little further into Dave's ass, and his eyes squeeze shut, tight, trying to hold it in, hold back, god damn it Dave is tight, and Tav doesn't think his own fist will ever be able to compare to how good this feels again.]

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