paradiseblossoms | Aftermath of the previous thread

[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.]

[It's a long time, and what feels like a hundred heaving, gasping breaths, before Tavros can think straight; he's trembling as he lays there propped up against the back of the shower, holding Dave so he's close and warm. He feels slightly sticky, but it's not at all unpleasant, and that's possibly the best part of shower sex, isn't it?

Finally, when his breathing has somewhat returned to normal, he pulls carefully out of Dave and attempts to sit up where his ass has slid further down in the tub.]

dAVE, uM,

[But there's really not much he has to say, so he kisses him instead.]

[He kind of twitches a bit when Tav pulls out of him, but other than that, Dave Strider might very well be dead. Or, at least, unconscious, judging by the fact that his chest shifts slightly against Tav's every time he takes a breath. But other than that, he's pretty much completely content to lie there, sprawled on top of Tav, his heart racing and his knees aching from the floor of the tub, and caramel fluid leaking slowly out of him.

Yeah. Totally not a big deal.

He makes a little, surprised noise into the kiss, and does his best to reciprocate, but fuck, that just seems like way too much effort.]

[Tav lets the kiss end after just a short time, because damn if he isn't wiped, too. He lets his head fall back again, arms tightening around Dave and just holding him there against his chest. They've been in here what feels like ages, the water's been running the whole time, but Tav doesn't care.

Eventually, though, even Dave's slight weight starts to be a bit too much, and he feels like he has the strength to get up, possibly. So he shifts a little bit underneath the human, and clears his throat.]

uM,
dAVE,
dO YOU THINK YOU COULD, uHH,

[It's kind of easier said than done, and in the end, Dave just kind of...slides off, eventually settling in a rather ungraceful heap at the other end of the tub, almost directly under the spray of water. He reaches out, groping for his shades, and puts them back on rather clumsily, blinking water out of his eyes and peering over at Tav.]

[Tav giggles, weakly, admiring the tangle of limbs that Dave has become from beneath heavy eyelids, head still dead weight against the back weight of the shower.]

yES,
uM,
wE ARE THE BEST AT,
iRONIC SEXUAL RELATIONS, hAHA,

[Standing seems like a thing that can maybe happen now, so Dave carefully unfolds himself, shifting not entirely uncomfortably as Tav's genetic fluid drains out of him. He stretches sore muscles - marathon sex with your two alien boyfriends apparently takes the fucking shit out of you - in a long, arching motion that is all lanky limbs, that particular curse of teenage boys going through puberty. He'll fill out all that extra room eventually, but right now he looks more like someone has just taken him by both ends and pulled.

I mean, still hot, you know? He's a Strider - they don't come any other way. Ever.]

[Tav's still watching, attentive, sensitive to every move Dave makes, watching the stretch and pull and subtle ripple of muscles beneath all that pale skin. Yeah, he's definitely still hot, lanky as he is. Tav reaches up, one hand on the side of the tub and one braced on the inner ledge, and levers himself up to perch again on the edge.]

yEAH, hAHA,
i, BET,

[That's why he's here, he thinks. After Dave gets done being beat up by Gamzee, Tav will always be here to take care of him, even if Dave probably doesn't think he needs taking care of. Tavros reaches out and grabs a thick, fluffy towel off the rack, toweling off his torso and thighs first, then his mohawk, resulting in an appearance resembling a baby duck or something like that. He drapes the towel on the side of the tub for Dave when he's ready for it, then slides down onto the floor and begins pulling his legs on, one by one.]

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