Voicetest: Dave Strider

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

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[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.]

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[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,

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[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.]

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[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,

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[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.]

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[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,

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[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.]

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[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—!

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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

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[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,

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[He stretches a little, on top of Tavros, but doesn't pull out yet - there's something about being in that warm wetness that's pretty fucking amazing.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros lets him stretch out, his hands resting more firmly now that it seems to be okay. He giggles, horrifyingly, but it's raspy with the effort of the excellent fucking he's just received.]

hAHA, yEAH, tHE NURSES WILL HAVE TO, uH,
pUT US ON, tHE STRICTEST BED REST REGIME,

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[God, that sound is so lame, but for some strange reason - Dave doesn't care. He snorts a soft laugh.]

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[Tav can feel his face flushing, but he's glad Dave doesn't mention his stupid laugh. He doesn't think he could handle being mocked right now.]

yEAH,
yEAH BRO,
wE'LL MAKE A GETAWAY OF THE HASTIEST PERSUASION,
sTEAL A FOUR-WHEELED DEVICE, aND,
rIDE OFF IN THE SUNSET TOUTING SICK BEATS WE UH,
gATHERED FROM THE OTHER HOSPITAL ROOMS,
hAHA,
}:)

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[He finally shifts, pulling out of Tavros and sliding so he's more next to the troll than right on top, though he keeps one leg tangled between those crazy robotics. He reaches up, runs his fingers through Tav's mowhawk and then over the base of his massive horns, rubbing absently.]

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[Tavros laughs, but is saved from the task of trying to one-up that by Dave moving, his hands in his hair and on his horns. Tavros's head moves instinctively, pushing gently against the hand on his horn, similar to the way a cat might knead against the hand that pets it.]

tHANKS,
yOU'RE, nOT BAD YOURSELF,
i CAN SAY THAT WITH, uH,
mASSIVE AMOUNTS OF SELF-CONFIDENCE,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He smirks a little when Tav fucking nuzzles up into his hand, but he guesses it's okay. Tav might not be the coolest troll, but he's definitely not so bad. And Dave thinks he's maybe all full up on the 'crazy' side of the troll spectrum, anyway - Terezi's plenty of crazy to deal with. Maybe he could use a dose of 'not so cool' every once in a while.]

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[Tav laughs, managing an actual real laugh this time instead of a stupid giggle, and his head cocks as much as it can considering the proximity of his horns to the floor, trying to remember.]

oHH, hAHA,
yEAH,
i ALMOST FORGOT, uH, aBOUT THAT,
i WAS JUST EXCITED, bECAUSE,
gAMZEE AND i WERE LAYING DOWN SOME,
sTRICT BEATS, aS USUAL, aND HE CONCEDED THAT MINE WERE,
fAR MORE SEVERE THAN HIS, lIKE i WAS THE HEADMASTER OF RAP OR, uH,
sOMETHING,
}:)

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[Dave kind of winces a little at the mention of those sick beats - he's heard the both of them rap, and it's not a pretty situation.]



[He's not sure why he just made Tavros female. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.]

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[Tav scratches at his chest, trying to quell the nervousness that's flaring back up inside him. What if he says or does something stupid? What if he fucks this up? It's hard, being in such a vulnerable position with someone he admires, likes as much as Dave.]

hAHA, yEAH,
eXCEPT i THINK,
a HABIT WOULD NOT FIT OVER MY,
vERY LARGE AND PROTRUSIVE HORNS, PERHAPS,