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]

[Dave might notice Tav's eyes on him, and his hands might linger overly long as he soaps himself up, just the same way he might arch his back just a little more than is necessary when he rinses the suds from his hair. It kind of makes him feel like he's in a cheesy porn movie, but that's kind of ironically cool, yeah? And there's definitely something enjoyable about seeing how Tav reacts.

He gets all the bits of himself that are easily accessible, then turns and gives Tav those eyebrows again.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[At this point, he's not even pretending not to stare anymore; his eyes follow the path of Dave's hands, lingering for a long time on the curve of his ass. He really does have a nice ass. Tav jumps, a little guiltily, as Dave turns around, but nods and scoots along the ledge so he can reach his back.

Tavros grabs the bar of soap and lathers up his hands, before reaching up and gently gliding a hand down the curve of Dave's spine, being extra gentle around the partially-healed cuts and scratches, lathering the soap across shoulderblades and then down to the small of his back.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave crouches, so that Tav can reach all of his back and up over his shoulders, and lets himself...relax. It's been a long time since he could, so he relishes the feeling, crouching there with his hands braced lightly on the floor of the tub.

As Tav works, Dave remembers what Gamzee left him with, at the end, and he speaks after a moment, surprisingly softly.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav lets his hands wander, oddly pleased by Dave's accommodation, and his fingers are kneading into Dave's shoulders, slickened by soap and water, when Dave speaks up. His hands still, just for a moment, and he hesitates before replying.]

oH, iT'S OKAY, i THINK,
wE'RE SORT OF IN A PILE OF, wATER DROPS, kIND OF,
bUT, uH,

[Carefully, making sure his horns don't get in the way, he rests his chin on Dave's left shoulder, knuckling down his spine gently. If they're going to have a feelings jam, might as well do this properly.]

i GUESS IT'S JUST, uM,
i'M BAD AT BLACKROM AND THAT SORT OF, uHH, tHING,
aND SEEING YOU DOING, uM, tHAT,
wITH gAMZEE,
wAS SORT OF,
uNCOMFORTABLE, iN A WAY,
i DON'T KNOW, iT WAS, uM,
sORT OF STUPID,
bUT IT'S OK, i THINK, nOW,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave gives Tav a sideways glance.]



[He reaches up, carefully - probably wouldn't be good to poke Tav in the eye or something - and feels the bite mark Gamzee left in the side of his neck. There's an odd idea running through his head.]



[He turns, carefully, not wanting to tip Tavros off the side of the tub or anything. Once he's facing the other troll, he tips his head to the side, offering up the other side of his neck.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav listens, and he breathes out quietly through his nose, against the moisture beaded on Dave's neck. He speaks in his usual quiet, stuttering way into Dave's ear, and he tries his hardest to let Dave know that it's...okay. He can learn to get over his discomfort with blackrom. As long as he's not the one with a kismesis, it's fine.]

nO, dON'T WORRY ABOUT IT,
i DON'T MIND,
i THINK AS LONG AS i'M NOT AROUND WHEN YOU, uM,
wITH gAMZEE, aND,
yEAH,

[He pulls back, a little confused, watching Dave turn around, and his eyes go straight to Dave's neck, lingering on the existing bite mark. His gaze goes wide, and he has to admit, the word 'boyfriend' is a thing he likes when used in reference to him. He considers, for a moment, Dave's offer, and then nods, leans in, and—with a ridiculous amount of thought and consideration, sinks his teeth easily into Dave's neck. It's strange; there's almost something loving about the way he does it, the way he pulls his teeth out carefully and bathes the wound with his tongue after, metallic tang of Dave's blood on his tongue. It's nowhere near as ferocious as the one from Gamzee, but that's sort of the point, isn't it?]

iS THAT,
oK,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave makes a low, soft sound in his throat when Tavros sinks his teeth in - oh, god, is this going to become some kind of weird fetish or something? And when Tav pulls back, he reaches up to run his fingers over his newest wound.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav pulls his head back, studies the mark, and then nods. He likes how it looks compares to Gamzee's. It fits. It's right.]

iT'S, uM,
gOOD,
uHHH,
tHANKS, dAVE,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He keeps feeling it for a while, worrying it, running his fingers over the mark, and then nods.]



[His lips quirk into a grin again, and he looks up at Tavros.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros braces his hands on either side of himself, and gently swings himself off the edge of the tub and into Dave's lap, grinning sheepishly as he's fully doused in warm water. This is nice; it's warm and they're close and aside from Dave's usual running his mouth and the hiss of water, it's quiet. Dave's comment about Tav being his alien boyfriend makes him grin again, because if anything makes him happy, it's that.

The mention of Gamzee pulls the corners of his mouth downward, mostly because he really does feel bad. There might have been a time when he could have seen himself being flushed for Gamzee, but that four-wheeled device has rolled away now. Tav nods.]

yES,
tHAT IS GOING TO BE A LONG FEELINGS JAM, i THINK,
sO MUCH TIME SPENT IN A HORN PILE,
bUT IT WILL BE WORTH IT, pROBABLY, i THINK,
iF gAMZEE DOESN'T HATE ME,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave kind of automatically grabs Tav, looping his arms loosely around the troll's slim hips, and he looks up, water beading on his shades.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav is distracted for a moment by the beads of water on those dark lenses, and he reaches out tentatively to wipe them away, even if the water just keeps pouring down and making his effort redundant. He's still curious as to what's behind those shades, but also still afraid to ask if he can see. So he settles in comfortably, hyper-aware of skin on skin, of the caramel flush on his cheeks. In a way, this is kind of convenient for him; his lack of lower legs means there's no awkward bending of knees and finding places to put them. It also means he's very very close to Dave, but that's...alright.]

i THINK YOU'RE PROBABLY RIGHT,
i HOPE,
bUT YOU'RE DEFINITELY RIGHT,
iN, uM,
rEGARDS TO YOURSELF,

[And then, because Tav is right there and Dave is right there and why the hell not, he leans in close, arms resting around angular boy shoulders, and kisses Dave. And, well, that helps.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't get out much more than that, though, because he's cut off by Tav kissing him - and that's pretty okay, actually.

It's astonishing how different it is, between Tav and Gamzee. Not just the way Tav is careful to keep Dave's tongue away from his razor teeth, the way their teeth never clack together because they're both just taking it nice and slow, but also the feel of Tav against him. Tav's a little bulky where Gamzee is lanky, and the feeling of thighs pressed against Dave's hips without legs following them is...weird, yeah, but not really in a bad way.

Dave lets his hands wander lazily over Tav's back, feeling the dips of well-defined muscles, and even though he kind of just got done having ridiculous hatesex with another alien, he is a teenage boy, and there are definitely some things happening below the metaphorical belt.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav sighs, breathing out through his nose, relaxing under Dave's hands on his back. He thinks idly that this is the least anxious, the least overwhelmed he's ever felt; it's like he's forgotten how to be insecure.

Well, almost.

His shoulder blades flex beneath long-fingered hands, and Tav tilts his head slightly to get a better angle, sealing his mouth against Dave's carefully to avoid slicing open his tongue any more than it's already been abused today.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave kind of makes this soft noise into the kiss, shifting against Tav in a way that makes the troll's weight settle against his hips, so he can rock up against Tav for all kinds of slow friction. He reaches up with one hand to slide wet fingers around one of Tav's horns, gripping it in a loose fist and stroking.

And for once - and most likely only for a little while longer - Dave is silent, too concerned with wringing those noises he loves out of Tavros to make any particularly snide comments.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav coos softly, finding that he really likes that slow friction, slow rush of heat up through his abdomen; the soft sound turns into a raspy inhale at the hand on his horn; the same reaction as before to the slipperywetslide of skin and water. He takes his mouth from Dave's at last, gasping for air, eyes closed against the rush of water from above, and he buries his face against the wet skin of Dave's shoulder, laying soft, warm, wet kisses there and up the side of his neck. His lips graze the fresh hate-wound, and he whimpers softly, tongue swiping over the spot gently.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave shudders with a hiss, and his hips rock upwards suddenly without his consent, and fuck, that's totally going to be a thing now, isn't it? Dave Strider apparently gets off on being bitten by fucking trolls.

His voice is oddly hoarse when he speaks.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav whimpers, hoarse and needy, at the sudden intrusion of Dave's bulge against his groin, pressing hard and hot and slick against all kinds of sensitive places. He dips his head to tongue at the center of Dave's chest where his collarbones meet, wiggling his hips so they're right up against Strider's.]

u-UM,
dON'T WORRY,
i'M VERY, nN, rESPONSIBLE,
aND, uHH, dEPENDABLE,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Shit. Tav's tongue should not feel that good, pressed against that hollow, and everything is so fucking wet with trolls - only made more evident by the water sluicing over the both of them - and Dave doesn't think he's ever going to get used to it. It makes his dick slide slick and easy over Tav's groin, and Dave thinks that with just a little maneuvering, he could slip himself inside the troll - assuming that's what he wants.

Fuck, that's going to be a thing, too, isn't it? Dave Strider also apparently gets off on being fucked by his troll boyfriend.

When he finally manages to finish his thought, he's gone a little breathless.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav can only shake his head side to side, just barely because of his horns, and grunt against Dave's skin. His arms slip from around the other boy's neck, hands tracing down his sides, his ribcage with the lightest hint of claws, dull as they are. His lips move, feverish, up the other side of Dave's neck, passing over his own bite mark, tasting hints of blood—oh, God—and then his jawline, and without even really thinking about it, without hesitating, he brings a hand up and pushes those shades up by the lens, drawing his head back to look. Because he can, damn it.

Clearly, sex with Dave is working wonders for his self-confidence.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Immediately, Dave freezes, eyelids sliding down tightly over his eyes. His arousal fades away almost instantly, and every muscle in his body - previously loose and relaxed thanks to the warmth and Tav's attentions - draws taut.

There should be something to say, some...ironic quip or sarcastic comment to make Tav give his shades back, to stop him from having to reveal his freakish mutant eyes, but nothing comes to mind, and so Dave only sits there with water running down his face and his pale blonde lashes resting against his cheekbones.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[He feels Dave freeze beneath him, and immediately he knows he's made a mistake; his self confidence drains away stupidly fast, and he pulls his hand back quickly, letting the sunglasses fall back down. Shit. Shit. He had to fuck it up, didn't he? This is what he gets for being confident.]

oH,
sHIT, i'M.
i'M SO SORRY, dAVE,
i DON'T KNOW, uH, wHY,
wHY i DID THAT,
sHIT,
i'M SO SORRY,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He relaxes again almost immediately after Tav lets the shades fall, but as he reaches up to adjust them, he pauses, watching his alien boyfriend.

Shit, he knows Tav's got all these weird self-confidence things. And fuck if they didn't just get done making Tav feel better over this weird multiple alien relationships thing Dave's gotten himself into. Maybe...maybe it would be pretty cool if he didn't ruin all that now.]



[Instead of sliding his shades up to their usual place, he grips one arm and pulls them off - although his eyes slip shut again, instinctively.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav's breath catches, and he bites his lip, studying Dave carefully. He studies the shape of his eyelids, pale translucent skin, blonde lashes beaded with water. It's sort of...breathtaking, if he's completely honest. He nods, before realizing that Dave can't actually see him nodding.]

uM,
yES,
i THINK, pROBABLY,
mOST DEFINITELY,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Slowly, so slowly, he opens his eyes, although for just a moment, he keeps them downcast, staring at Tav's chest in front of him. Then, he takes a deep breath and looks up into Tav's face, his eyes a bright, freakish, mutant red.]