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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[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav steels himself, not sure at all what to expect, and when finally Dave looks into his eyes, his throat tightens, and he blinks wildly with a sharp intake of breath. He's not sure at all what to say. It's not...off-putting so much as it is completely unexpected. Tavros is reasonably sure that red is a color not at all common in humans.

Carefully, he rests a hand against Dave's cheek, thumb sweeping away the rivulets of water pouring down the side of his face.]

oH,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave's lips quirk a little at the corners, and why does it suddenly feel like all of his emotions are on display? He's so used to hiding behind his shades, that it's like being fucking naked, except...worse.]



[He moves to replace his shades, to hide his eyes away again, but Tav's hand is in the way.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav giggles, a little bit nervous, but mostly relieved. The mystery has been solved, Pupa fucking Pan saves the day and flies off into the sunset. He lets his hand fall so Dave can put his shades back on, and squirms a little bit.]

uM,
sORRY IF i RUINED THE MOMENT,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave shrugs, but then, in the process of putting his shades on, pauses. He glances up at Tav, then rolls his eyes and leans over - grabbing Tav with his other hand so the troll doesn't slide out of his lap - to place his shades on the bathtub rim.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav is sort of shocked that Dave elects to keep the shades off, but hey, he isn't complaining. He's always sort of wondered what it would be like, to have sex with Dave without the sunglasses, and now he supposes he gets to find out.]

aLRIGHT,
i THINK I WOULD BE, uHH,
wILLING TO TRY THAT,
cPR OF THE, uM,
sEXYTIMES VARIETY,
sO TO SPEAK,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[The suggestive eyebrows sort of feel like they lose a little power when they're not being raised over his shades, but Dave gives them a shot, anyway.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

wELL,
oKAY THEN,

[It really doesn't take much coaxing, and after a moment's pause while he decides what to do, he braces his arms against the sides of the tub and turns so that Dave can lie back against the back wall, stretch out his legs more, and so Tav can scoot backward until his mouth is level with Dave's crotch. Carefully, he plants kisses against one hipbone, hands resting against either thigh, and moves his mouth closer to Dave's dick, alternating between gentle hints of teeth and tongue.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave's suddenly not sure how he feels about that mouth full of knife-teeth being that close to his junk.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

uM,
dON'T WORRY,
i'LL BE GENTLE,

[Tav smiles up at Dave, trying to look harmless while still exposing a row of sharp teeth. Still, he's exceedingly careful to keep his teeth out of the way as, after licking a slow line up the side of Dave's dick, he slides his lips down around it and takes it into his mouth.

Oh. This is kind of nice.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Fuck, those teeth are sharp, and Dave shudders and tenses a little when Tav lowers his head - but he forgets about it soon enough, when Tav's got his mouth around Dave's cock.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[That's encouraging, and once Tav's got a mouthful of cock, he draws back slowly, letting his tongue drag along the underside. He's not a hundred percent sure what he's doing, but he thinks that he'd probably like this done to him, so it can't be all that terrible, can it?

His hand slides between Dave's thighs, only slightly hesitant, and cup one of his balls, fingers stroking and slippery. Tav breathes out hard through his nose as he sinks his head downward again, eyes closing as he focuses on making Dave make more of those incoherent noises.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, he can't stop the needy sounds spilling from his mouth, or the way his back arches and his hips roll up into Tav's hot, wet mouth. Fuck, this is not cool, not even in the slightest, but his hand somehow finds its way onto one of Tav's horns, slipping and sliding over the candy-colored appendage.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav groans around Dave, pulling back a little more quickly now, and settling into an easy rhythm. Cautiously, his fingers dip lower, probing at his entrance carefully but not inserting it quite yet. He's learned by now that teasing can often be just as good as the real thing, and the way Dave is responding to all this makes him wish he'd tried this earlier.

Tav gasps at the hand around his horn, managing to keep from biting down on Dave's cock, but unable to avoid the tightening of his lips.]

mMFG,
vVHTS, mMM, nNGH,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave really appreciates not being bitten, and he really, really appreciates the way Tav's lips tighten around his dick.]



[His hips push against Tav's probing finger, remembering that feeling of having Tav inside him, hot and full and writhing and fuck does he want that again.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[He makes a pleased humming sound around the appendage in his mouth, letting it out of his mouth with a wet pop and tracing his tongue up the underside almost as an afterthought. His finger presses a little more insistently, probing cleverly just at the rim of Dave's asshole, testing, teasing.]

iS, uM,
iS THIS WHAT YOU WANT,

[Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he slides his finger in, squirming at just how tight Dave is, and remembering what it was like before.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[His back arches up again - this is fucking porn star quality stuff right here, Tav better be fucking appreciating it - and he bucks insistently towards Tav. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, is the vague thought that Tav is teasing, and that's just not aces, he's going to have to do something to get back at the troll later - maybe fuck the teasing right out of him - but for right now, he just wants more.

Genuine cockslut, Dave Strider. How the fuck did this happen to him?]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he's definitely appreciating the show. It isn't fair that Dave can look this sexy without even trying, apparently. He trills quietly, wondering just how far he can take this, and pushes his finger even deeper with clever presses against the inside of Dave's ass.]

oH,
tHAT'S WHAT i, uH,
tHOUGHT,

[He lowers his head to give attention to Strider's dick again, mouthing at the very tip in hopes that it was cause more of the same kind of reaction.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Fuck, it's the sounds - it's always the sounds. That fucking little trill Tav makes, the one Dave never hears anywhere else and probably never will, the one he wants to surreptitiously record and play over and over again, because he could probably blow his load just from hearing that sound.]



[He supposes there's a danger Tav will take him seriously, but fuck. He almost can't stand it anymore, the way Tav seems to have picked up so quickly all the ways to make Dave crazy.

Shit just doesn't seem right.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Luckily for Dave, Tav is pretty used to the fact that he rarely means it when he says stuff like that—especially during sex. Strangely enough, it usually seems to mean the exact opposite. Humans and their irony.

Carefully, slowly, he introduces a second finger, mindful of nails that, while not exactly filed into points, are sharper than a human's. He laughs, low and rough.]

iF YOU WANT,