Voicetest: Dave Strider

[paradiseblossoms]

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

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[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav steals a glance upward from where he's still teasing Dave's nipple with lips and tongue and teeth, and notices that from this angle, he can just see behind those shades of his. He catches a glimpse of cheekbone, a flutter of eyelashes, and that's enough. For now, anyway. He simultaneously likes and despises those shades and the mystery of what's behind them; maybe he'll see behind them someday.]

nO, i,
dEFINITELY HAVEN'T, uH,
bEEN DOING ANYTHING OF THE, iLLICIT PERSUASION,

[His thumbs dip lower, followed by the other eight fingers, and he pulls away to look down. He never got a chance to really look at Dave's bulge before, but now he gives himself a thorough, albeit timid, eyeful. Well, he knows one thing—he likes what Dave does with it.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave's got the recovery time of a - well, of a teenager - so he's already hard again, and he definitely does not shift mildly uncomfortably under Tav's inspection.]



[He cracks his eyes open to peer down at Tavros, unaware that this may give Tav the opportunity to see his freaky mutant eyes.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav clears his throat and looks up at Dave again, blinking as he catches—is that a flash of red? ...No, that's not possible, unless Dave is an albino, or something. Though, with his pale skin and hair... But Tavros has more important matters at hand, and he shakes his head.]

nO, i UH,
jUST HAVE NEVER REALLY, sEEN A HUMAN BULGE,
bUT IF IT'S OK i WILL DO, uH,
oTHER THINGS NOW,

[And with that, he slides his hand to close the rest of the distance, circling Dave's dick and sliding his fingers tentatively upward.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He sucks in a soft breath and pushes his hips into Tav's touch. It's so different, being touched by someone else - much less a someone else with troll skin.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

dON'T WORRY,
i'LL BE CAREFUL,

[He doesn't say much else, because there isn't really much for him to say. He's not nearly confident enough to initiate dirty talk, but he's fine with silence. His grip tightens, and when his fist reaches the tip, he runs the pad of his thumb over it, marvelling a little at the velvety texture of the skin.]

lIKE THAT,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[That touch makes Dave jerk, tightening his grip around Tav's horns. There's clear liquid beading at the tip of his dick, and Tav smearing his thumb through it should not feel so amazing, but it does.]



[He's kind of preoccupied with thoughts of Tav's tentacle, of those bumps and ridges and maybe those would feel nice - and where are these thoughts coming from?]