Voicetest: Dave Strider

[paradiseblossoms]

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

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[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,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

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

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[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,
}:)

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[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,
}:)

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[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,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Talking about the horns just makes him curious, so he keeps rubbing idly, taking a moment to try to encircle the base with his hand. It just works, but probably only because Dave's got some oddly long fingers, and then the temptation is a little too much to resist, so he shifts a little more and laps at the base of Tav's horns again.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

i USUALLY, uH,
hAVE TO TAKE IT ONE HORN AT A TIME,
aLL MY T-SHIRTS HAVE, uH, sTRETCHED OUT NECKS—,
o-oH,

[Dave's attentions are garnering a definite response from poor flustered Tavros, and his tongue against the base of Tav's horn is like a little swath of heaven. In response, he leans to the side as best he can, slipping a shaky hand up the side of Dave's shirt, fingers brushing against the side of his ribcage. Dave is warm and he smells like boy and Tavros thinks he's pretty nice-looking, for a human.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He shivers a little at that - god, so uncool, what is Tavros doing to him - if only because he's never really been touched this way before. New experiences and all that.]



[This is all said rather absently, as Dave shifts and moves, throwing a leg over Tav's body and reaching to grab a handful of shirt, hauling Tav upright. Basically sitting in the troll's lap, Dave grabs both of his horns by the bases and lifts himself up onto his knees.]



[And then he dips his head a little and seals his mouth over the end of one of Tav's horns.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros considers that for a moment. He usually wears a button-down over his t-shirt anyway—sticking to that would make a lot more sense. Any further thoughts of dressing himself are eliminated, however, since suddenly he's being pulled upright, with a lapful of Dave, and that—that is a thing that is very okay. He narrowly avoids knocking his forehead against Dave's in all his teenage boy awkwardness, and laughs low in his throat, clearly nervous.

But before he can really ask, Dave is talking about hornjobs, and he gets a chill all up in his skin and down his spine. He nods, shallowly, because he know that this could end pretty damn badly if he doesn't have enough self control. So he keeps his breathing slow and shallow, eyes falling shut as Dave's mouth envelops his horn.]

oH,
uH, dAVE, tHAT'S,,,
uH,
mMF,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He would totally smirk at that, make a witty quip - if, you know, his mouth wasn't full of candy corn-colored horn. And just like before, Dave's quickly realizing that Tav makes some pretty incredible noises, so he ups his effort a little - swirling his tongue around the tip of the horn, dipping his head until he can feel that pointy end brush dangerously against the back of his throat.

Clearly no horn-deepthroating here - even with his best effort (and no thanks to the odd shape of Tav's horns) Dave can only get his mouth a fraction of the way down the main length of the troll's horns. So he'll just have to make up for it with some very determined tongue-swirling.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros feels his look-orbs rolling to the back of his head, even beneath closed lids, and it takes pretty much the entirety of his self-control not to jerk his head toward Dave's mouth, thus ripping the back of his throat out. Though, admittedly, there's something to be said for the secretly thrilling idea of Dave's blood—not that he wants to hurt or maim him in the least. It's a primal instinct that Tav has never seen much sport in, until now, apparently. But he stays still, or at least his head does—his hands have begun a tentative exploration of Dave's torso beneath his shirt, sharp nails trailing lightly over ribs and bony sides and spots of soft, pink flesh, pressing inquisitively here and there. Meanwhile, his mouth spouts soft, avid encouragements, soon becoming so garbled they wouldn't merit transcription.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave makes some interesting noises in response to that exploration - the hands over his ribs makes him squirm a little, and when Tav's hands happen over a nipple, he makes a sound that might be a very muffled moan.

He pulls away from Tav's horn with a last, languid lick and gazes down at the troll through his dark shades, wondering what other interesting noises he makes.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[It takes an admirable amount of restraint for Tavros not to make a piteous-sounding whine of disappointment when that delicious tongue parts company with his horn; his hands don't cease, though, even as he makes a slightly stuttering reply.]

yEAH THAT, iS A THING THAT, i LIKE,
uH,
i THINK MAYBE, sINCE IT IS MY MOVE, i WILL,
cONTINUE DOING THE THING i AM DOING,
pERHAPS WITH ADDITIONAL, uH, tHINGS,

i WOULD APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD, uH,
kEEP STILL, mAYBE, iF THAT'S OK,
aND FEEL FREE TO, uH, kEEP MY HORNS IN CHECK,
iF THEY BECOME UNRULY,

[And with that, he pushes Dave's shirt up with surprising confidence and dips his head to trace a line up his sternum with his tongue, finding that he likes the salty-sweet flavor of Dave's skin. He can feel the warmth of the blood flowing beneath the surface, can hear the faint beating of his heart, and it's weirdly comforting as he licks around Dave's nub with the tip of his tongue.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, it is just a wild cherry apeshit apocalypse underneath Dave's skin, and a lot of that candy red blood is rising to the surface as he makes a surprised noise and arches slightly into Tav's touch.]



[He wraps his hands around Tav's horns and squeezes a little, involuntarily, as a shiver passes through him]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[He has to kind of smile to himself as he passes his tongue over Dave's skin; it isn't often at all that the Knight of Time is thrown off like that. He likes the hands around his horns, a little "Mm" of approval sounding at the back of his throat. Carefully, making sure to keep his teeth out of the way, he wraps his lips around Dave's nipple and sucks, lapping gently with his tongue. At first, he's not too sure what else to really to with his hands, and so they fall to Dave's hips, figuring that's as good a place as any to put them—but soon he finds that Dave has a very bony pelvic structure, and his thumbs take to stroking up and down the iliac crests, he thinks idly that's what those are called.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[His fingers keep moving idly over Tav's horns, though he can't quite seem to maintain a steady rhythm. His eyes slip shut behind his shades, and his breathing picks up a little.]



[Tav's thumbs rubbing along his bony hips are surprisingly good, and he can't quite keep himself from shifting into that touch - and maybe from wanting it somewhere else.]