Aftermath of the previous thread

[paradiseblossoms]

Or, Dave is in way too many weird alien troll relationships and now needs to calm down his alien boyfriend.

Open to Dave Strider (sicknastiest) and Tavros Nitram (mybfftinkerbull).

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[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[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,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[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,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[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.]