paradiseblossoms | Aftermath of the previous thread

[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.]

[What starts out as a perfectly acceptable hiss at the initial stretch of Tav's dick worming it's way into his body quickly morphs into an exceptionally uncool moan, low and wanton, and Dave feels his hips jerk down and forward as his back arches, completely against his will.

His body draws itself into a lean, arched line, his muscles trembling as his head tips back and his lungs suddenly burn, like he can't get enough air. He pants, loud enough to be heard over the constant patter of water against the tiles, and his fingers dig into Tav's shoulders.]

[His breath escapes in one long whoosh, and his head falls back heavily against the wall of a tub. His fingers are digging into those bony hips even harder now, like he's trying to ground himself, and that moan really isn't helping him stay in control. Carefully, slowly as he can manage, he rocks his hips back, holding Dave in place, and then pushes upward, back into him.]

dAVE,
uM,
jESUS,

[Dave shudders at the press of Tavros' hips back into him, at the fucking amazing way it feels to be filled like that, to have Tav's bulge pressed against what feels like every inch of him. Sensation rips through him, and he suddenly collapses forward against Tav, unable to hold himself upright.]

[Tav's already there, arms wrapped around Dave's skinny, wet torso, inhaling deep and filling his lungs with steam, and he shudders on the exhale because Dave's begging is all kinds of turning him on right now.

And who would he be to deny a Strider anything he desires?

He pulls back again and rocks upward, thrusting sharply, perhaps a little more roughly than he normally would. He knows Dave can take it, though, and though it's probably a little early for that kind of treatment, Tav wants to see what that will do, if it will make Dave beg even more.]

hOW ABOUT, tHAT,

[That's about all Dave manages in terms of real words, because the next sound he finds himself capable of making is a low, whining keen, deep in the back of his throat. Shit, he didn't even know people could make that sound, and it's definitely not something he picked up from his intensive - and ironic - investigations of porn, but it's the sound that comes out of him, nonetheless.

He grips Tav's shoulders for leverage and thrusts his hips back into Tav's, gasping for air. He wants that pressing writhe, that feeling he knows he'll never get from a human, that sensation that's fucking well ruined him forever for normal relationships, but fuck that. This has got to be a million times better, and Dave's okay with that.]

[Tav is going to go ahead and assume that's a good thing, since that noise was definitely not pain-inspired. It does, however, send a jolt down his spine. Pulling Dave close and holding him there, he begins to grind his hips in experimental circles, bulge writhing and pressing. He inhales sharply, and it's not till almost a minute later when his lungs are screaming for air that he realizes he's forgotten to breathe properly, too caught up in hips and wet skin, and fucking pails, it shouldn't be allowed, Dave can't possibly be allowed to feel this good around him, on top of him, pressed close to him.]

[Dave is incoherent at this point - couldn't produce even the healthiest rhymes if he tried, fucking shameful - reduced to gasps, whines, and sounds that are uncomfortably close to sobs as he grinds his hips against Tav's, fingers digging into the troll's well-muscled shoulders. And fuck, he's all for looking at women, and appreciating all those curves and soft bits, but there's just something about Tav's solid presence against him that just fits.]

[He's trying. He's trying so hard to hold back, but his stamina is pretty much shot from all of this manhandling, not to mention the fucking obscene noises Dave is making. It's the kind of thing that would normally have Tavros flushing chocolate, but he's a little too wrapped up right now to be embarrassed.

And then, all at once, it's too much; he lets out a trill that sounds almost defeated, head falling backward and hips lifting up from the floor of the tub as he comes hard, deep inside Dave, arms tightening around his human boyfriend.]

fFFFFFUCK,
oH GOD, dAVE,

[Dave's pretty wound up from not coming the first time, and - let's be honest here - that sensation of Tav coming literal buckets in him, the fluid dripping down his thighs, that's a pretty fucking amazing feeling.

Fuck. Dave Strider gets off on being used as a pail, what the fuck is the world coming to?]

[Without any more stimulation than Tav's dick in his body and his own cock rubbing lightly against Tav's stomach, Dave comes with a hoarse sound of pleasure, shuddering against Tavros.]

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