Voicetest: Dave Strider

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

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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?]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Encouraged, Tav does it again, pumping downward then up again, smearing precum down Dave's length. His gaze drops, again, and he's curious about those balls, because he's never seen those, either. And so, still working at Strider's dick with increasing confidence, his other hand drops to gently cup and squeeze at his balls. He glances up at Dave, as if seeking permission.

iS THIS, uH,
oKAY,,,

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[Dave jerks a little at that touch - his forays into masturbation have all been pretty vanilla up until this point, and he's never paid much attention to anything else but the main attraction down there - and how surprisingly good it is.]



[He releases one of Tav's horns, skims that hand down between their bodies to grope for the troll's tentadick again.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros grins a little, shyly, lower lip caught between sharp teeth, and repeats the squeezing motion. The instinct to whine in disappointment at the loss of hand-horn contact is quelled when he realizes where that hand is, in fact, headed, and when Dave's fingers close around his dick, Tav lets out a low hiss.]

oH,
tHIS IS, uM,
nICE,

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[Dave's a little breathless, although he's trying to hide it, and he dips his head to run his tongue along those sharp teeth, just to see what it's like. He squirms a little in Tav's lap, curling his fist loosely around the troll's tentacle and pumping slowly.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[He likes that, the sweet glide of warm tongue against sharp teeth, and he catches Dave's lower lip as gently as he can, not wanting to hurt him.

Not without his permission, anyway.

It takes him a moment, caught up in the sound of Dave's breathing, the slow pump of his hand, to comprehend what the coolkid is suggesting. And Tavros blinks those large yellow eyes of his a couple of times, breathing shallow.]

i,
yOU MEAN, uM,
yOU WANT ME TO, pUT IT IN YOUR,,,
uM,
aND,

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[Dave shudders a little at the feel of Tav's teeth on his lip and jerks his hips forward a little more vehemently. He almost can't believe he's suggesting this, but Tav's uncertainty puts him back on more familiar ground - he leans forward to tongue at those sharp teeth again, toying with the idea of breaking skin.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav never really expected his teeth to be an erogenous zone, but there's something in the way that Dave's tongue slides along them that he likes. Likes quite a lot. And then before he really realizes it, he's nodding. Because whether he really knew it or not, he wants this. His fingers slow their movements, and then they slide along his skin until he's gripping at the side of either thigh. He cranes his head up and kisses Dave, lips only briefly tentative, before it turns into a kiss very typical of a teenage boy: messy, with brief clashes of teeth and tongues. And then he pulls back.]

dO, uH,
dO YOU WANT ME TO, dO IT LIKE THIS, oR
fROM BEHIND,

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[Dave's got no more experience with this than Tavros, and he hisses slightly as the clashing teeth finally get the better of his tongue, and the iron taste of blood fills his mouth. Surprisingly, it doesn't do much to dampen his enthusiasm.]

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[Tav shudders at the sudden shock of having a hint of Dave's blood on his tongue. He shouldn't, he shouldn't like that so much, but he can't hide it. Can't hide the moan, low and throaty. He nods, forehead pressed against Dave's, the metal rim of his shades pressing into grey skin.]

i THINK,
i WANT YOU LIKE THIS,
jUST,
tELL ME IF i, dO SOMETHING WRONG,

[He doesn't mention that part of it is wanting to be able to kiss Dave again, and maybe salvage more hints of wild cherry apeshit apocalypse, even if it tastes more like metal.

Carefully, he reaches down to Dave's entrance, tilting him back and supporting his back with his left arm. There's enough coppery, sticky fluid between the two of them already that he doesn't even need to bother with lube; instead he probes with an inquisitive finger at the rim of Dave's asshole, carefully pressing and working until he's able to slip a finger inside.]

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[Dave allows himself to be draped back over Tav's arm like some swooning southern belle, trusting the troll's surprisingly strong upper body. And then, all of a sudden, it doesn't seem to matter anymore, because Tav is pressing into him, and Dave can't stop the sounds pouring out of his mouth.]



[It's partly terrifying, the idea of those powerful claws down there, but mostly Dave's brain has suddenly been taken over by muddled thoughts about how good it feels, how strangely full, and then he's thinking about how much better it will be with Tav's odd, prehensile tentacle dick, and he groans, low in his throat.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav nods. Luckily for Dave, he's good about keeping his claws trimmed to a reasonable length, not like Vriska, who seems to prefer hers long, sharp, and creepy. Carefully, gently, he probes, rust-colored lubricant allowing his finger to slide deeper; meanwhile, he's kissing and lapping at the closest part of Dave he can reach with his mouth, which happens to be his throat.]

iS THIS, uM,
i'M NOT HURTING YOU, aM I,