Voicetest: Dave Strider

[paradiseblossoms]

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

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[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav isn't expecting that second finger, and he nearly bites his tongue off this time instead of just choking on it. The sound he makes is needy, much more than he would have liked, but he's already pretty much laid it out on the table anyway, so whatever, right?]

c-CAVITY SEARCH,,,
wITH, uHH,
wITH WHAT WOULD YOU BE CONDUCTING THAT, uM,
iNVESTIGATION,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Okay, who's he kidding, he's definitely palming at his cock through his boxers, and while he's not producing troll quantities of lubrication ('cause let's face it, that would just be bizarre), there's a serious wet spot darkening the fabric.]



[He's slipping them in and out of Tavros as he talks, his whole hand fucking coated in troll lubricant, and for some reason, that's just about the hottest thing ever.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Were he capable of true coherence right now, Tavros would agree with the magic attributes of Dave's fingers. He's done this to himself, sure, but never—never anyone else. His dick squirms against his stomach, coating the exposed skin in brownish fluid.]

i,
i,
i,
dON'T KNOW,,,
mAYBE YOUR,
uHHHHH,
yOUR BULGE,


[His voice breaks, because he's thinking about how fucking obscene that sounds, and dear God Dave is touching himself through his underwear. He squirms, wriggling his pants and boxers further down his hips so Dave has more room to work.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Well, fuck if that isn't one of the greatest ideas Dave has ever heard. In fact, the only downside he can think of is that he has to withdraw his hand from Tavros in order to shove his pants and boxers down to his knees.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav lets out a sound that's half-scandalized, half insistent, as if Dave had just said the p-word. He nods his head, cringing as his left horn catches some piece of furniture or...something. He can't be bothered to look right now.]

y-yES,
i THINK THAT SOUNDS,
iN SEVERAL WAYS,
lIKE A THING THAT COULD BE,
hIGHLY ENJOYABLE,
aND THEREFORE GOOD,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He yanks Tav's clothes the rest of the way off his robolegs and tosses them somewhere. Then he reaches up to wrap his hand around that ridiculously enormous horn.]



[Really, he couldn't care any less, as long as he can get his dick into Tav within the next couple seconds. He slips one of his arms under a metal leg, reaches down to steady himself.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[There's a broken yelp as he's divested of his pants, but it turns into a moan at the hand wrapped around his horn. Dave might not realize it, but that shit is incredibly sensitive, enough to make his hips buck upward again.]

sORRY, i'LL,
tRY TO BE MORE CAREFUL,

[He inhales deeply, steadying himself to have his nook senselessly deflowered, and his voice drops to a whisper as he chimes in:]

wHERE, uHHH,
mAKING THIS HAPEN,,,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Okay, he kind of loves Tav for being able to complete that sick reference (in the way that bros love each other, not anything weird, although he supposes that under the circumstances, the distinction is rather irrelevant), so he uses his grip on that horn to pull Tav closer, pressing their lips together as he slowly shifts his hips forward, pushing into Tavros.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros is flushed as hell, hot and slick and completely fucking flustered, and as Dave pushes into him he whimpers against his mouth.]


i, uHH,
aM NOT ENTIRELY—nNGHF,
sURE AS TO THE REASON FOR THAT,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave shudders as he finally pushes all the way into Tavros, and he has to pause for a moment. Blowing your load after 30 seconds? Definitely not cool.

Trying to distract himself, he puts a hand on Tav's chest and pushes him backwards, leaning over him. The hand on Tav's horn moves idly, gripping and stroking.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav goes back willingly, with a small "Oomph" sound, fascinated by these little signs that behind those shades, Dave is, perhaps, losing his cool just a little bit. The horn attention causes his eyelids to flutter, sharp teeth pressing into his lips again.]

i,
pERHAPS IT WOULD BE GOOD,
iF YOU WERE TO, iN SOME WAY, kEEP DOING THAT,

[Whether he's referring to Dave's hand on his horn, or his dick in Tav's nook, is left unclear.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He rocks his hips back, shoves them forward again - and curses, under his breath. This should not feel so good.]



[He arches up, still buried in Tav's nook, and trails his tongue along the length of one stripey horn.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Too much. It's too much, and Tavros goes blind for a moment, pleasure clouding his vision. This isn't right, it's not fair, it's like Dave knows exactly what will drive him right off the wall, doing flying pirouettes off of countless sick handles, and he has to take several deep, huge, breaths before he loses it right then and there. He clears his throat, runs his tongue across his lower lip.]

aLL OF IT,
aLL OF THE THINGS, oH-oH GOD,
uHH,
bOTH OF THOSE THINGS ARE THINGS WHICH,
iF YOU PLEASE,
yOU COULD PROBABLY DEFINITELY DO AGAIN,
pERHAPS EVEN SEVERAL TIMES,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[One corner of Dave's mouth curls up into a smirk, and this - this is good. This gives him something to think about other than how fucking amazing Tav feels around his dick.]



[Rhythm is his thing, and it's easy to get his hips pumping away at a steady beat. He leans over Tavros, wishing he was tall enough - or flexible enough - to give him a proper hornjob, all sucking on the tips of those monstrosities (although, on second thought, they look kind of uncomfortably pointy, so maybe that's not such a great idea), but he has to settle for sealing his mouth over the side of one, running his tongue along its length, sucking gently here and there.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[For the first time since they started this...whatever it is, Tavros is silent. He hates that he sounds and probably looks like such a needy bitch, but he's making sounds of (hopefully) gruff approval and want, pushing his hips up insistently against Dave's. The tongue against his horn is another story, and his teeth grit together, eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to totally lose control. He palms his dick almost absentmindedly, and doesn't resist when it wraps itself around his wrist; the resistance of his carpals is stimulation enough.]

f, f, f, fUCK,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave is all about sound - might even be able to carry the title 'audiophile' unironically - so the sudden (relative) silence is instantly noticeable.]



[He sucks on Tav's horn for a moment longer, then dips his head to trace his tongue along the shell of Tav's ear. One of his hands slips between them to trail calloused fingers along the length of Tav's dick, over slick bumps and ridges, against where it wraps around his wrist.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[He's always been eager to please, Tavros, and so at Dave's encouragement, he doesn't hold back; his voice cracks a little, jumping up several octaves from his usually low, rough tones at the additional hand on his dick. This is getting to be a sensory overload, but Tav isn't complaining, not one bit.]

d-DAVE,
i, i CAN'T—
oH GOD, sHIT, dON'T STOP,
pLEASE,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[The beat of his hips picks up a little, his free hand shifts to grip Tav's hip, holding him in place so Dave can pound into him. His fingers play over Tav's dick like an instrument, finding the tip where its wrapped around Tav's wrist and pinching, remembering what it did to the troll before.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[There's a slight clanking as one of Tav's robotic legs drags across the floor, bracing himself best he can to give the both of them leverage. It's all he can do to keep his horns from gnashing against the floor at the stimulation to the tip of the tentacle, a powerful groan finding its way out of his throat. One of his hands has fisted into his own mohawk; the other has a vice-like grip on Dave's side.]

nNNH—
i, uHHH,
tHINK THAT SOON i MIGHT, aHH—!

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[That bracing is a good thing - it means Dave can release Tav's hip and shift that hand to join Tav's in his mowhawk, gripping and pulling, tipping Tav's head back so he can run his tongue up the length of the troll's neck, pausing every now and then to sink his teeth in and suck, raising chocolate-colored hickeys.]



[He's dangerously close himself, from the feel of Tav gripping his dick in slick wetness, and from how unbelievably good the troll looks and sounds underneath him. He focuses his efforts on the tip of Tav's dick, pinching and rubbing.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[He gasps, whimpers, at the sudden rough treatment of his neck. It strikes some kind of primal discord in him, because his neck is exposed and that makes him think danger, but the scrape of blunt human teeth is less dangerous, and the sucking sends shivers down his spine so that he's shaking violently.]

i—
oH, oH FUCK,

[Between them, between their thighs, is a hot mess of copper fluid; it's running down his thighs and fuck it's probably going to be caked into his robo-legs later but right now he doesn't care. And with Dave's encouragement, he finally lets go, coming with a loud, harsh groan, sending hot spurts of cum onto Dave's hand and Tav's stomach.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[That shit is everywhere, and Dave suddenly understands everything (at least, pertaining to trolls and pails), but there's not very much time to think about that, because when Tav comes, something fantastic happens around Dave's dick, and that's just the last fucking straw.]



[If there is a verbal equivalent of keysmashing, that would be the noise Dave makes as he comes, biting down hard on Tav's neck, burying himself deep in the troll's nook and shuddering.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros chimes in with a series of quiet whimpering sounds, all tied to the fact that Dave is using him as his own personal pail right now, and that's ridiculously hot. Equally inviting is the noise Dave makes as he lets go, and Tavros is perfectly content to let him use his neck as a chew toy.

For a long moment, he's quiet, breaths coming out in heavy pants; his skin is coated in a sheen of sweat and he's still shaking, though it's less and less with each passing moment.]

uH, tHAT,,,

[It's about all he can manage right now.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[That's all Dave's got for right now, and he collapses on top of Tavros, breathing hard.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros is more okay with Dave being there, on top of him; he's more than strong enough to support his skinny human body, between robo-prosthetics and a muscular upper body from wheeling himself around. He breathes deep, through his nose, hands resting tentatively on Dave's shoulderblades.]

i THINK THAT,
iS A THING WHICH WOULD BE, uH, aCCEPTABLE,
iN A WAY THAT COULD BE, pOSSIBLY,
sICKER THAN THE SICKEST FIRES,
dEFINITELY IN NEED OF SOME MEDICAL ATTENTION,