[ lighter than he was and with the build of a guy who spends too much time with a blade rather than a different kind of athletics. a little cold but that's hardly unusual for dave. john doesn't linger or stop things and it gets dave to ease up a little, whatever he was worried about not immediately occurring. it's not like john isn't used to his hands, calloused with a few old scars.
at least he's incredibly used to frenching his boyfriend at this point and reacts only to adjust for an easier angle, hands stilling as he stops what was maybe going to be an attempt to get john's shirt off out of a sense of fairness in order to not actually stop kissing. john has to remain shirted forever now. no other options.
dave doesn't bother to inform john about this since it would also mean he'd have to stop, but his grip loosens and he lets his own hands wander without any actual aim. ]
[They're differences he can spot the longer he thinks about it and the longer he analyses Dave. This was more the Dave he was used to, and even though he'd loved the Dave from the month before he smiled much easier and allowed him to be as affectionate as possible, this was the Dave that he loved more than anything else he could think of.
The difference was clear, and while it wasn't love versus not loving, it was the kind of effect of love that was different.
Frenching his boyfriend is still one of John's favorite hobbies, currently, and it's almost mindless and comforting to be able to do so. He doesn't care that he's stuck in his shirt (well, he kind of cares, but he doesn't want to stop either) and instead it's moving mouths and wandering hands. He shudders a little under Dave's hands even through the fabric of his t-shirt (reactive by touch more than most people) and his hands slide back down Dave's sides and thumbs press into his hips.
It's harder to stay in full control after a month of Dave minding less, but he manages to keep the lower half of his body still and focus on kissing instead. He does, however, relax a little more to give Dave more space and liberty to touch. So that's a thing.]
[ the part where dave is mostly quiet didn't change much, at least. maybe a little more prone to laughing and random asides the last month but it's not like he'd never derailed their activities with badly timed hilarity even beforehand. any sounds he makes are always soft, but he muffles them more automatically now than he did before, swallowing a startled little thing when john's thumbs press in and dave presses closer, catlike and mindless.
he has no idea where the cat is. hopefully not nearby. john relaxes and dave compromises about the shirt by just shoving his probably too cold hands underneath.
two birds, one stone. john can warm up his hands and dave can feel up his boyfriend's chest. multitasking is fun, probably, except maybe if john didn't want cold hands on him. ]
[The cat is probably asleep downstairs or roaming the house which is for the better while her dads are doing whatever the fuck they're doing. He doesn't mind the quiet, delicate sound and his hands drag Dave closer into him.
On the other hand, yeah, he wasn't expecting cold hands and there's a yelp of surprise that gets muffled into Dave's mouth. Still, he doesn't pull away and after a few moments he arches up a bit into Dave's hands. It's full permission to touch him and in return, his fingers start to crawl up Dave's spine slowly just for the sake of touch.
He shifts a little, murmuring against Dave's mouth a little but nothing audible or even important. This isn't bruising but...he likes this better.]
[ there's a laugh at the yelp so no sympathy is being given and dave doesn't really know or care what he's doing. any other time he'd be more worried about it, but it wasn't like the no bed rule had really done jack shit on john's birthday in the music room. he'd reacted more to hands at his hips but there's the sort of shiver you get when someone touches your spine just so, kind of weird and tingly and neither good nor bad.
it's not entirely charted territory even though he's gotten john's shirt off before. dave traces idle patterns on john's skin, words and shapes that john probably doesn't catch.
there's a curious-annoyed hum when john starts to speak because he wants to know wtf john is saying but also still doesn't want to stop kissing him. ]
[It's novelty of being able to, he'll drift back down to Dave's hips in a moment but his hand's flat against his back and running over each vertebrae and over his shoulders. And yeah, the no-bed rule really didn't do much for them but he's been patient about everything since then. He's letting Dave set their pace and when Dave doesn't immediately bolt John relaxes further.
Even if Dave's hand's are cold.
He doesn't know what Dave's doing, simply recognizing it as touch and he presses up into his hands further still. He doesn't plan on sharing what he's saying though and instead settles for a more content and less desperate kiss. They have time, and his hand shifts to wrap around Dave's hip again, pulling his hips down into John's just a little while taking Dave's lower lip to suck briefly. At least the talking stopped, but he's kind of officially in "feeling up my boyfriend" mode, so sorry about that Dave.]
[ another too quiet lost little sound in the back of dave's throat but he doesn't make an effort to stop john pulling his hips down either. he does dig his fingernails into john's skin before letting go and pulling back, tugging at john's shirt before he starts to move again, trying to shift off of john and back over to his side of the bed on his back instead. there's no real effort to drag john anywhere as he does so. ]
[Dave's letting go and John doesn't quite follow, but he does let Dave move even if he attempts to follow. He's not sure what to do to get his shirt off since that message is loud and clear, but...he'll settle for still kissing. He's not breaking this first thank you very much.]
[...he raises his eyebrows back. But he's also sitting up enough to strip out of his shirt and ball it up, throwing it somewhere else before he settles to shift and roll on top of Dave instead. He's giving him a questioning look but he's also not sure this is what Dave meant so...hi.]
I was promised teeth. [ like that's some sort of explanation at all, although at least he automatically helps balance john, hands at his hips as he shifts his legs a little to give john more room. more quietly: ] I'd rather have marks from you.
[A soft laugh.] You were, yeah. [He shifts again, not quite as flexible as Dave but enough that he can bend so they're closer together.] ...can I leave a few? [He still doesn't quite get the connection, but he can sort of assume given what he's seeing now versus last month.]
Why the fuck would I do it if I was gonna. [ he specifically stopped kissing john once to ask if he could stick his tongue in john's mouth. and about the hickeys. and about a dozen other things that probably were more awkward to ask about than to just roll with. but he'd rather ask than push when john's sexuality has been a thing dave has worried about. he tilts his head aside so john can do whatever wherever easier and he doesn't have to look him straight in the eyes. ] So hypothetically if I wanted to touch your ass and promised not to rap about it?
[ is that promise supposed to sell the idea better. ]
[Just a Look. Really Dave? Really? But he settles for grabbing part of Dave's skin between his teeth, tugging a little and sucking to begin leaving a mark.]
Do not rap about my ass...but the rest is okay. [It's...something to think about, at least. He's more comfortable with his bisexuality than he was when they first started dating, and he knows they've been going slow out of a handful of reasons, but at least when he thinks about Dave touching him anywhere below the belt (even clothed) he doesn't automatically shut down. That's progress.]
[You can't just not touch him after making it into a thing, Dave.] I love you enough that I am not at all surprised you want to rap about my ass? How would that even work anyway?
You ain't allowed to give me sass about your ass. [ it's not quite a rap, and he doesn't bother to make it flow exactly, but he keeps going and it's easier than addressing why he hasn't made any moves at all. he just said "rhymes" even if he does start to kind of fall into the rhythm he gets when he starts rapping about something stupid. ] It's first class, defies the conservation of mass, grab a boarding pass. Think it's an impasse, jackass. Pumped my nerves full of bass.
[ and then, just to apparently be really sure he killed any sort of mood: ] Could go into an entire verse about caboose versus apple juice. Though if we went with booty you'd probably punch me if I went with fruity. Tour of duty. Not exactly the right frame of mind though? Tours of duty bring punishment to mind.
[There is immediately all sorts of regret and he drops his head onto Dave's shoulder.]
Okay, okay, I take it back. Stop rapping about my ass and never put it in the same context as apple juice. [A beat.] Unless it's that you like both. I can accept that.
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