[can't get into the room fast enough, going from 0 to 90 as soon as the douchebag distraction is gone. then his mouth is once again meeting up with dave's, raking down his sides and trying to steer them towards a horizontal surface.
preferably the bed but he'd be down with the floor too at this point.]
[Dave let's out a garbled squawk of surprise, hands grabbing the front of Dirk's shirt to keep himself steady as he is propelled backwards. He shivers like stalling car when Dirk touches him, kissing back with headless, sloppy need]
Dirk is trying so so hard to be way cooler about this than Dave, and it looks so promising at first. he's pushing until the back of Dave's legs hit the edge of his bed, but then he's hesitating because shit do clothes come off before bed or do they topple over then start ripping off clothes
logistics man. he has not planned this enough
have like a handful of awkward seconds where dirk stops kissing back to figure this shit out]
[Dave is really too fucked to function, and probably needs a couple of seconds just to get his shit under control but the lack of kissing becomes alarming after about three seconds, as a windfall of sudden insecurity comes crashing down. He looks at him, breathing hard]
[well that brings him out of his idiotic cerebrating and also makes him realize that he had just been standing there like a dumbass. he used to be so good at multitasking what the fuck happened. Dave's tone is weird but he actually can't tell if it's from arousal or something else and he'd much rather go with the former.]
Right. Sorry. Let me-
[his hands curl around the hem of his own shirt and he pulls it over his head and tosses it somewhere before reaching for Dave's.]
[he automatically shoves his fist in his mouth, keening around it as he rocks in an arythmic counterpoint, the blunt nails of his free hand digging into Dirk's shoulder]
[rasps out breaths like furnace bellows when the nails dig in and god yes that feels amazing so he's jerking his hips faster in confidence that dave will match him perfectly
it's so much more intense than kissing (duh) and it's so surreal to actually have dave under him that it's blowing his mind.
speaking of blowing though... he really does want to suck some dick so. sprinkling light kisses from the top of dave's head down his face to his chest, pausing to take a nipple in his mouth, eyes over the top of his shades gauging his reaction.]
[Dave takes his hand out of his mouth just to moan, half in embarrassment and half in arousal]
Why my tit, jesus fuck dude-- [though it's not really a complaint, given how he clutches at his shoulders and shoves his hips almost brutally into hellion's, thighs shaking]
in return he squeezes dave's cutie shaking thighs and slams him back, forcing his ass down onto the bed, aiming to keep him still while he mouths his way down his stomach. he tugs dave's pants down enough to expose his hipbones and the pelvic cuts probably made by being such a skinny little shit which are the perfect path for his tongue to travel down]
[his fingers are digging hard enough to bruise; the manhandling just seems to make him more desperate for full contact. though his ass stays flat on the bed, he curls his calves around Dirk, moaning out a constant stream of words]
[has to pause and drink him in, throat dry, flush creeping across his body, breath caught in his chest, licking his lips without thinking. he doesn't even seem to notice the pain from dave's grip, reaching up to pluck their shades off and gently set them somewhere safe before resuming staring with hazy eyes.
and that sure is a dave boner straining against the fabric and pressing against his chin and he wants nothing more than to take care of it. his hands move to free it but hesitate]
You're fucking asking me. [he hisses, slamming his head back on the bed in frustration] Dude you whip that thing out I swear to Christ I'm going to come in your eye, you asshole.
[omg well that is actually all the reassurance he needed. those pants are getting torn off while he hides his grin behind renewed egotism and confidence in what he's doing and places a wet kiss on his thigh.
his hand wraps tightly around the base of Dave's dick, just squeezing, and his murmurs into his hip]
You know, there aren't many things you could do to upset me when you are writhing around on a bed with your dick out but blinding me with your jizz happens to be one of the few that would actually ruin this for me.
[but if he takes dave's cock into his mouth, then his eyes will be safe. so that's what's happening]
[And Dave comes immediately, biting his lip on a whine, because he is sixteen and naturally aroused and nobody as ever touched his dick before. He flushes, half from humiliation, all the way down to his shoulders]
mostly calm as he swallows it down, giving a couple of light sucks to milk him and because dave's dick is in his mouth so he might as well make the most of that.
pulls off with a kinda gross wet noise and presses his lips against the spit covered tip, looking up at dave]
Will you get mad if I start throwing out sex cliches? I actually am curious whether that was good for you.
[there will be some red dotted lines where his teeth sank in too enthusiastically, bright marks where he sucked hard enough to turn the skin purple. he's probably just getting the hurt out of his system, turning it back one of the people that caused it. it's not healthy but it feels really good and he needs that right now. he hasn't felt good in what seems like ages
kisses dave on the lips, hard and quick and desperate, then yanks off his shirt]
[if it's punishment, Dave doesn't seem to mind; he bites down on his own arm to muffle his moaning, sinking his free hand into Dirk's hair and clutching it to the point of pain. His stomach pulls taut over his thin ribs on each gasping inhale]
[he leans into the hair pulling, eyes closing, breathing fast. his hands push against dave's stomach, fingertips digging into the dips of his rib cage, raking to leave thin and shallow scratches down his sides. more reminders. he uses them as a guide when his lips move down dave's body.]
[squirming in place, arching his back with want of something he;s not quite getting. He uses his grip on Dirk's hair to yank him back up, messily mashing their their lips together, arm winding around his shoulders and pulling him flush against him]
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[can't get into the room fast enough, going from 0 to 90 as soon as the douchebag distraction is gone. then his mouth is once again meeting up with dave's, raking down his sides and trying to steer them towards a horizontal surface.
preferably the bed but he'd be down with the floor too at this point.]
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Dirk is trying so so hard to be way cooler about this than Dave, and it looks so promising at first. he's pushing until the back of Dave's legs hit the edge of his bed, but then he's hesitating because shit do clothes come off before bed or do they topple over then start ripping off clothes
logistics man. he has not planned this enough
have like a handful of awkward seconds where dirk stops kissing back to figure this shit out]
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Br--Hellion?
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Right. Sorry. Let me-
[his hands curl around the hem of his own shirt and he pulls it over his head and tosses it somewhere before reaching for Dave's.]
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once those boots are off, he's gently shoving, forcing Dave onto the bed and moving to straddle his hips when he's down.]
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he gives dave (and himself tbh) a moment to deal with the situation, then grinds down on him]
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it's so much more intense than kissing (duh) and it's so surreal to actually have dave under him that it's blowing his mind.
speaking of blowing though... he really does want to suck some dick so. sprinkling light kisses from the top of dave's head down his face to his chest, pausing to take a nipple in his mouth, eyes over the top of his shades gauging his reaction.]
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Why my tit, jesus fuck dude-- [though it's not really a complaint, given how he clutches at his shoulders and shoves his hips almost brutally into hellion's, thighs shaking]
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in return he squeezes dave's cutie shaking thighs and slams him back, forcing his ass down onto the bed, aiming to keep him still while he mouths his way down his stomach. he tugs dave's pants down enough to expose his hipbones and the pelvic cuts probably made by being such a skinny little shit which are the perfect path for his tongue to travel down]
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[his fingers are digging hard enough to bruise; the manhandling just seems to make him more desperate for full contact. though his ass stays flat on the bed, he curls his calves around Dirk, moaning out a constant stream of words]
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[has to pause and drink him in, throat dry, flush creeping across his body, breath caught in his chest, licking his lips without thinking. he doesn't even seem to notice the pain from dave's grip, reaching up to pluck their shades off and gently set them somewhere safe before resuming staring with hazy eyes.
and that sure is a dave boner straining against the fabric and pressing against his chin and he wants nothing more than to take care of it. his hands move to free it but hesitate]
Is this okay?
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his hand wraps tightly around the base of Dave's dick, just squeezing, and his murmurs into his hip]
You know, there aren't many things you could do to upset me when you are writhing around on a bed with your dick out but blinding me with your jizz happens to be one of the few that would actually ruin this for me.
[but if he takes dave's cock into his mouth, then his eyes will be safe. so that's what's happening]
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mostly calm as he swallows it down, giving a couple of light sucks to milk him and because dave's dick is in his mouth so he might as well make the most of that.
pulls off with a kinda gross wet noise and presses his lips against the spit covered tip, looking up at dave]
Will you get mad if I start throwing out sex cliches? I actually am curious whether that was good for you.
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You just put your mouth on my dick dude. It was--
[rolling over and shoving his face in the bed!!]
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[there will be some red dotted lines where his teeth sank in too enthusiastically, bright marks where he sucked hard enough to turn the skin purple. he's probably just getting the hurt out of his system, turning it back one of the people that caused it. it's not healthy but it feels really good and he needs that right now. he hasn't felt good in what seems like ages
kisses dave on the lips, hard and quick and desperate, then yanks off his shirt]
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[squirming in place, arching his back with want of something he;s not quite getting. He uses his grip on Dirk's hair to yank him back up, messily mashing their their lips together, arm winding around his shoulders and pulling him flush against him]
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do you want me to grind against you??? is that what you want?? pulls away from the kiss to watch reactions while he tries it]
Dave...
[and presses his hips down firmly, ruts tortuously slowly against him]
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Bro—Jesus—
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one hand slips under dave to hold his arching back as he grinds faster against him, completely silent except for the increased breathing from exertion
he brushes his fingers over dave's bitten lips]
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he slips two fingers into dave's mouth and tentatively touches the tip of his tongue, eyes locked on him but hazy and starting to flutter closed]