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 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,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He moans - fucking moans - when Tav slips that second finger in, but red eyes suddenly open, and his gaze slides down to fix on Tav where he's braced between Dave's legs.

Fucking troll.]



[He reaches down, quicker than quick, and snags Tav's wrist, stopping his motions.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav makes a small whining sound in the back of his throant; he had hoped, but hadn't expected that Dave would take his bait. He pauses, not resisting the hand around his wrist, and slowly pulls his fingers away, raising his gaze to Dave's. He's trembling a little bit, he notices; he hadn't realized until now how much he does want it.]

oH,
o-OKAY,
yES PLEASE,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave makes an involuntary whining sound of his own when Tav slides his fingers out, but he recovers quickly enough, reaching down for Tavros.]



[He grips, pulls, and lifts - and is probably helped along by the fact that Tav slides easily over the slick floor of the tub - to settle the troll in his lap again.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[As usual, Tav is yielding, allowing himself to be pulled and tugged into Dave's lap, and almost immediately he's grinding himself into the other boy's crotch, trying to get as close as he can. One horn catches against the shower curtain, but he hardly notices in his eagerness to be close as he can as soon as possible.]

uM,
iS THERE ANY WAY YOU COULD POSSIBLY, uH,
hURRY,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[All right, so he's mostly bullshitting now, to get back at Tav for his earlier teasing, but as the troll rocks up against him - fuck - he has a...thought.

Sure, the sitting down is fine, but his ass is starting to hurt from the unyielding tub floor, and he doesn't imagine that's going to get any better.]



[He shifts Tav a bit in his lap, so the troll's thighs slide and settle over his prominent hipbones, and then carefully gathers his legs under him, pressing back against the shower wall for leverage.

It's not as hard as he thought it might be, standing - Tav's bigger through the chest than he is, sure, but he's also missing about half his body weight in leg. And with his thighs braced on Dave's hips, it settles his weight in a comfortable place for Dave to lift.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav's caught off-guard by the request, but he does as Dave tells him anyway and clings to his shoulders. He lets out a surprised sound as he's suddenly lifted upward, shortened thighs squeezing hard to keep them locked around Dave's waist.]

oH,
i'M NOT, uHHH,
tOO HEAVY OR ANYTHING,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He shifts slightly, spreading his legs and bracing himself against the wall, settling Tav a little more firmly on his hipbones.]



[He slides his hands under Tav's ass - grips, lifts - and then slides himself into the troll's dripping nook in one smooth, fluid motion.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[He's about to apologize, contrary to what Dave's just told him to do, when he finds himself with a nook full of Strider dick. Tav inhales sharply, lungs filling with warm air and steam, and his dick writhes against his stomach, caramel fluid seeping down around both their thighs.]

oH-fFFSKJD

[Incoherent noises are about all he can manage right now, but that's okay. Dave feels so damn good inside him; there's something almost novel about a dick that isn't covered in bumps and ridges, that doesn't squirm around inside him but instead stays and fills him just the way he needs to be filled.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave mostly just braces himself, takes Tav's weight on his arms, and lets his hips do the talking. His thrusts have to be rather short and shallow, but gravity does most of the rest of the work for him, forcing Tav down onto his dick until their pelvic bones slip against each other, wet from water and caramel-colored fluid.]



[There will never again be anything as good as being sheathed in a troll nook, Dave knows that now. It's slick and wet and hot, and it grips in a way that - yeah, should be illegal. He feels Tav's tentadick writhing between them, and another thought occurs to him - he's just a fucking wellspring of thoughts tonight, apparently.

With a quick glance up at Tav, Dave pauses, buried deep in the troll. Then, he bends, craning his neck down, and opens his mouth, reaching with his tongue. He can just get his lips around the writhing tip of Tav's ridiculous troll cock, and he moans when it immediately wraps itself around his tongue.

Fuck, why haven't they done this before now?]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[There's got to be something wrong with him, because that praise sents a jolt straight to his dick, and all the air goes out of him like he's been punched in the gut. He simultaneously loves and loathes the way Dave affects him, just with his words. It shouldn't be allowed to be that smooth. This is nice, though, this is fucking perfect, why was he ever worried about Gamzee? This is entirely different, it's a whole other set of feelings. Right now everything is so warm and they're so close, everything else, all his worries are a thousand miles away.

He gasps, watching Dave bend down, approach his mouth to where Tav's tentadick is waiting at attention, and the sudden sensation of wetlipstongue beside the perfection that is Dave's cock inside him causes him to shudder, another, louder trill finding its way from his throat.]

oH GOD,
oH FUCK,
I,
sHIT,