[Oh. Okay. Dave's eyes are transfixing as usual and he jumps a little when hands settle on his thighs instead. This is so stupid? This is so stupid, he shouldn't be reacting like some goddamn blushing virgin and yet here he is and also it's stupid to even think about it.
So he doesn't.
He thinks about the freckles on Dave's cheeks that are more visible without his shades and he thinks about how soft his hair is especially after a shower and he thinks about every single callus on Dave's hands that are touching him and he vaguely wonders what that would be like someday, a very far-off someday, to touch and be touched without his stupid sweatpants in the way and he's refocused on the sudden grip and there's a hitch in his breathing anyway.
Cool. So cool, right, they're both impacted by sound because Dave commands him like that and John would have to be a huge liar to say that being bossed around doesn't do anything for him because he immediately relaxes a little, biting his lip just once. On the other hand, maybe there's a way to salvage this and keep the upperhand.]
So what, sound gets to you? [There's a huff of a laugh that peters off into another louder groan that time the minute Dave's teeth sink into his shoulder. And yet he's not pushing him away still? Thanks, John. He's pulled closer and Dave's teeth are against him and without meaning to his hips roll down against Dave's before he pauses again and his fingernails dig a little into Dave's scalp.] Leave something good.
[It's pretty much his only demand in all of this.]
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So he doesn't.
He thinks about the freckles on Dave's cheeks that are more visible without his shades and he thinks about how soft his hair is especially after a shower and he thinks about every single callus on Dave's hands that are touching him and he vaguely wonders what that would be like someday, a very far-off someday, to touch and be touched without his stupid sweatpants in the way and he's refocused on the sudden grip and there's a hitch in his breathing anyway.
Cool. So cool, right, they're both impacted by sound because Dave commands him like that and John would have to be a huge liar to say that being bossed around doesn't do anything for him because he immediately relaxes a little, biting his lip just once. On the other hand, maybe there's a way to salvage this and keep the upperhand.]
So what, sound gets to you? [There's a huff of a laugh that peters off into another louder groan that time the minute Dave's teeth sink into his shoulder. And yet he's not pushing him away still? Thanks, John. He's pulled closer and Dave's teeth are against him and without meaning to his hips roll down against Dave's before he pauses again and his fingernails dig a little into Dave's scalp.] Leave something good.
[It's pretty much his only demand in all of this.]