[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[Panting hard, coated in sweat and cum and God knows what else, Tavros collapses back against the floor, pulling Dave with him without really thinking about it. He's sticky and warm and he thinks his heart and his lungs might not be working properly, so he just lays there for awhile trying to remember how to breathe, trying to make his heart pump rusty brown blood, Dave's moans echoing in his mind. And finally, he licks his cracked lips and attempts words.]
[The change in position makes Tav's bulge shift inside of Dave, and he shudders and makes a soft noise, but he settles soon enough. His own heart seems to be going at about 120 bpm, with his breathing not far behind, but when Tav finally opens his mouth, Dave can't help but laugh.]
[Tav finds that he likes this, laying on the floor covered in a tangle of teenage boy limbs, warm breaths and a ribcage breathing against his. Carefully, reluctantly, he pulls out of Dave with a soft, wet sound, and settles back comfortably.]
i THINK, i WILL GO AHEAD AND SAY, oH SNAP, sINCE I THINK, tHAT IS APPROPRIATE,
[They're...they're cuddling, aren't they? Dave's not sure how he feels about that, but he's not sure he has the energy to move. It's fine - it can just be the cool, ironic sort of cuddling. Yeah, the kind that happens after mind-blowing sex with an alien troll dude.
Okay, maybe not spending so much time with that thought. It's not one Dave's totally comfortable with yet.]
[Tavros isn't spending so much time worrying about the fact that they're cuddling as he is wondering how uncool Dave thinks it must be. But he's still there, still on top of him, so that can't be a bad sign, right?
He laughs, quietly, self-deprecatingly.
uH, i'M NOT, sURE, rEALLY, vRISKA TRIED TO MAKE ME KISS HER ONCE, bUT, tHAT DIDN'T END VERY WELL, rEALLY, sO, wHO KNOWS,,,
[Tavros turns a little browner in the cheeks, and he's not sure what to say to that.]
i KNOW, sHE, dEFINITELY IS, bUT i GUESS THAT SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT ME, mAYBE, iN SOME WAY, tHAT ONLY CRAZY GIRL TROLLS WANT TO, uH, eNTER INTO MATESPRITSHIP WITH ME, i THINK THAT, mY FOUR-WHEELED DEVICE MAY ALSO, iN SOME WAY, hAVE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT,
[Dave levers himself up on his elbows and looks down at Tav, frowning through his shades. He just looks at the troll for a long moment, apparently appraising him, then shakes his head and flops back down.]
[Tavros tries to turn his head to the side, except horns, so he can't. So instead it's his gaze that slides sideways, and he does that stupid giggle again, looking bashful.]
i WILL, pRETTY MUCH DEFINITELY BE KEEPING IN MIND, tHAT YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE, uH, sWEET HOOK-UPS, wHEN IT COMES TO, uH, mATESPRITSHIP, hAHA,
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Date: 2011-11-11 08:25 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2011-11-12 01:57 am (UTC)iS THAT,
aRE YOU OKAY,
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Date: 2011-11-12 02:12 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2011-11-12 02:26 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2011-11-12 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-12 03:19 am (UTC)i CAN'T,
i CAN'T, i CAN'T,
nN, i,
dAVE,
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Date: 2011-11-12 03:38 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2011-11-12 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-12 05:29 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2011-11-12 09:24 pm (UTC)uHHH,
dAMN,
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Date: 2011-11-13 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-13 02:00 am (UTC)i THINK, i WILL GO AHEAD AND SAY,
oH SNAP,
sINCE I THINK, tHAT IS APPROPRIATE,
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Date: 2011-11-13 03:10 am (UTC)Okay, maybe not spending so much time with that thought. It's not one Dave's totally comfortable with yet.]
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:04 am (UTC)He laughs, quietly, self-deprecatingly.
uH, i'M NOT,
sURE, rEALLY,
vRISKA TRIED TO MAKE ME KISS HER ONCE, bUT,
tHAT DIDN'T END VERY WELL, rEALLY, sO,
wHO KNOWS,,,
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-13 05:23 am (UTC)i KNOW, sHE,
dEFINITELY IS,
bUT i GUESS THAT SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT ME,
mAYBE, iN SOME WAY,
tHAT ONLY CRAZY GIRL TROLLS WANT TO, uH,
eNTER INTO MATESPRITSHIP WITH ME,
i THINK THAT, mY FOUR-WHEELED DEVICE MAY ALSO, iN SOME WAY,
hAVE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT,
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-17 03:24 am (UTC)[Tav's breath goes out of him a little bit at the impact of Dave flopping back down on him, but he doesn't really mind—just pants a little bit.]
i THINK IT'S A, uH,
mYSTERY, mAN,
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Date: 2011-11-17 03:59 am (UTC)[No, Dave is not trying to make him feel better about himself, why would you ever ask a question like that?]
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Date: 2011-11-17 04:33 am (UTC)uM,
tHANKS, dAVE,
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Date: 2011-11-17 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-17 07:31 am (UTC)i WILL, pRETTY MUCH DEFINITELY BE KEEPING IN MIND,
tHAT YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE, uH, sWEET HOOK-UPS,
wHEN IT COMES TO, uH,
mATESPRITSHIP,
hAHA,
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Date: 2011-11-17 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-17 08:06 am (UTC)i DON'T, uH, fEED ON BLOOD, iF THAT'S WHAT YOU MEAN,
iF YOU'RE SOMEONE WHO IS iNTO THAT KIND OF THING, yOU COULD ALWAYS, uM,
tALK TO kANAYA,
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Date: 2011-11-17 08:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
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