Voicetest: Dave Strider

[paradiseblossoms]

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

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[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave tips his head back to give Tav some much needed space to work on his neck - seriously, how does he get anything done with those enormous horns? - and makes a soft, low sound that's half amused and half incredibly turned on.]



[His hips work against Tav almost without his knowledge, his legs flexing to try and get more, and maybe he should never have suggested this, because desperation is just not cool.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Aware that his horns are rather unwieldy, Tavros appreciates that Dave is as mindful of them as he is. His tongue slicks against the tendon in Strider's neck, and when he realizes that Dave is grinding against him, eager for more, he adds his middle finger—carefully, slowly, paying close attention in case those sounds of the opposite of pain turn into actual pain.]

tHANKS FOR THE, uH,
hEADS UP,
iF IT'S OK WITH YOU, yOU SHOULD,
kEEP MAKING THOSE SOUNDS,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave stops breathing for a moment, his muscles drawing taut and tight, his back arching over Tav's supporting arm. One of his hands grips tightly at Tav's shoulder, and his legs tremble. When he finally starts breathing again, it's in short, sharp gasps between parted lips.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

i, uH,
i WON'T,

[And now he's pressing and probing with both fingers, pulling back and sliding forward slowly at first, trying as always to be careful without being boring. Slowly, he builds a rhythm, and he can't help but imagine his dick pushing into that tight hole over and over again instead of just his fingers. Tav shudders a little at the thought, lips still pressed feverishly to Dave's throat, and all at once he pulls his fingers out, trying to keep his breathing steady.]

i THINK,
i WANT TO, uH,
yOU KNOW,
f-FUCK YOU NOW,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave's been making a series of very embarrassing noises, thighs working as he matches the rhythm of Tav's fingers, pushing forward when Tav pushes his fingers in, trying to get them deeper. He feels that shudder go through Tav, and he smirks a little, figuring he probably knows what it means.]



[He shifts his weight, lifts himself up on his knees so Tavros can get into position beneath him. The position puts him just in the right place to lean forward and suck on Tav's horns again, so he takes the provided opportunity. Better not to let it go to waste, right?]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav really likes those noises coming out of Dave's mouth, and he's sure his face is completely flushed brown, but hey—they're both being a little uncool, aren't they? He kisses Dave, partly because he wants to and partly to shut him up, even if he'd never admit to it.]

nO, i,
dIDN'T FORGET,
tRUST ME,

[He gasps quietly at the warm wet mouth on his horns, tentacle writhing against his stomach before he takes it in hand and pushes his hips up against Dave's. He guides himself so the tip of his bulge is just barely pressing against Dave's entrance, and then with a sound that's more of a trill than any kind of moan or normal human sound, pushes inside him with deliberate slowness.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave's legs are shaking as he lowers himself down into Tav's lap again, as Tav's dick pushes its way into him, and oh dear god, it's wet and slick and there's so fucking much of it and Dave thinks he might die from sensation overload. He's outright panting by the time he manages to get it all in himself, a soft whine rising unnoticed from the back of his throat.

But there's something else, and he dips his head - half to run his tongue over Tav's ear, maybe nip at his neck and earlobe a little, but half so Tav can't see the blush that spreads across his face as he mutters.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Dave really didn't have to ask; as soon as he's all the way inside, tight warm walls pressing around him from all sides, offering so much resistance that he's afraid he'll blow his load too soon, the same trill, pitched desperate, escapes his lips again. He's unbelievably wet, everywhere, his nook and his dick and oh god, Dave's saliva on his ear meets cool air and he thinks his heart skips about eight beats.]

oH,
i,
dAVE,,,

[It's not even a conscious effort on his part; once he's inside, his bulge picks up the slack on its own, and while Tavros grinds his hips against Dave's, his tentadick begins a slow, lascivious squirming, writhing, every ridge and bump hitting every point inside him. Tav shudders against, violently, straining upwards, and his fingers dig into Dave's ass cheeks hard enough to bruise.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave jerks, and then it feels like every muscle in his body draws tight at once, and he lets out a long, low moan. That is not a sensation he ever imagined feeling, but now that he has, he doesn't think he'll ever be satisfied with anything else ever again. His fingers dig into Tav's shoulders just as hard as the troll is gripping his ass, and he shivers almost constantly with every twitch of Tav's dick.]



[Almost completely without his bidding, his hips begin to move, rocking against Tav, Dave's cock impossibly hard and smearing his thin precum through the rust-colored fluid on Tav's stomach.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav can definitely appreciate that he's reduced Dave Strider to a shivering, moaning mess; every curse, every word of praise, every incoherent noise he makes sends a jolt straight to Tav's dick. Almost without thinking, responding instinctively to that slick smear against his stomach, he curls his fingers around Dave's cock again. It's like instinct has kicked in, taken over; the only remnant of shy, stuttering Tavros is the flush on his cheeks, the look on his face as he grinds in circles, trying to get deeper to where he can feel the tip of his dick probing against Dave's prostate.]

oH GOD, oH GOD, oH GOD,
sHIT,
i, u-UH,
nNNHJDF,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Too much. There's too much going on, and Dave feels like his blood is going to boil over. His words come out more like sobs, at Tav's hand on his dick and the pressure inside of him, and something white flashes behind his eyes as Tav hits something deep inside and makes him cry out, loud and uncontrolled.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[A little concerned, Tav's hand jumps back, releasing his grip, and he tenses suddenly, stopping the grinding of his hips. His voice cracks slightly, and he braces himself with one hand pressed flat against the floor.]

iS THAT,
aRE YOU OKAY,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave makes a strangled sound, and his hands scrabble across Tav's back and across his shoulders, finally finding his horns and gripping, hard. He yanks Tav's head back so he can stare down through his shades.]



[The words are breathed through clenched teeth, and there's a dark flush across Dave's cheeks. His legs tense and grip at Tav's hips, grinding himself down against the troll, desperately trying to get that feeling back.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

oH,

[Tav's eyes widen, finding it hard to breathe with Dave handling his horns so roughly—

(oh God, why does that feel so good, that shouldn't feel so good)

—and he nods, slowly, before closing the gap between them perhaps a little more roughly than he's accustomed to doing, sealing his mouth over Dave's, replacing his hand on Dave's cock and resuming the slow grind of his hips.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[The effect is pretty much instant - Dave moans into the kiss, sloppy and unfocused and just feeling too good to focus enough on how he's kissing, resulting in more cuts along his tongue, more candy-red blood smearing on their lips. He keeps his hands on Tav's horns, realizing they provide a pretty good leverage point for bucking himself forward into Tav's hand, and then back against that ridiculously amazing bulge.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[The metallic tang of blood on his tongue results in an odd chirruping sound, and Tav makes short work of the red smears between their mouths. He's going to have a killer headache later, he knows, but for now he's more than happy to let Dave use his horns as handlebars. His hand begins to pump faster, hips surging forward and back, around in circles, and he can tell he's getting close because his movements are becoming erratic, and every other exhale is accompanied by a whimper.]

i CAN'T,
i CAN'T, i CAN'T,
nN, i,
dAVE,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Fuck, where does Tavros get off on making noises like that, and why does Dave find it so fucking incredible? Tav's hand and his hips speed up, and suddenly Dave is moaning brokenly against Tav's lips, sliding his fingers into Tav's hair and tugging.]



[There's heat coiling in the pit of his stomach again, and Dave's own rhythm stutters, falters, as it winds tighter and tighter. He'll be surprised if he doesn't die when it snaps.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tavros shudders hard, Dave's words the perfect encouragement. He can feel his dick tightening, writhing, hitting all sorts of delicious places in Dave's ass, and before he quite realizes it, he's losing it. He makes a choked, strangled moaning sound, and his hand tightens around Dave's dick as he comes hard, emptying himself deep inside the other, and suddenly things are slick and slippery; genetic material is running down Dave's pale thighs and Tav's metallic ones, and he's digging the fingers of his free hand into Dave's ass cheek just to feel like he's grounded.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Oh, god, Tav's dick is writhing inside him, and there's fluid everywhere, Dave can feel it pulsing into him, hard and hot, and Tav's hand is tightening around his cock and he just feels full and filled and it's all just suddenly too much. The heat coiling in him snaps, unfurls, and his vision blanks out as fire licks through his veins.

He's completely unaware of it, but there's a low, whining moan spilling from between his lips as his back arches into an impossible bow and he comes all over Tav's hand and stomach.]