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[parodeity]

DAVE STRIDER

consider this your warning about stairs. itll just keep happening bro. im telling you man

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So what you're saying is you are going to surprise me when I least expect it. [He's working his hands down Dave's spine and more toward his lower back now.]

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[ another of those soft feels-nice sighs tinged with a hum-moan, too quiet. it takes a minute to register john's remark, and dave just laughs in the breathy way he gets when he's edging on relaxed and sleepy, southern drawl thick and heavy and low for the same reason: ] Exactly that, darlin'.

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[...it's sometimes a little overwhelming how much he likes this boy, but here they are. It's for that reason he doesn't speak immediately while he applies pressure and movements over his spine and near his hips. Dave asked for a neck massage but he's usually pretty tense in general so John figures he's helping.]

Thanks a lot. Knowing you, it will be at some point where it will mean my hands are tied or it's something embarrassing.

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You look cute when you're flustered.

[ is that any sort of defense here...he's still leaning back into john's touch rather like a cat. their own cat is sprawled half on one of dave's legs, purring as he pets her idly. and john isn't wrong that dave is usually tense. he's also usually weirdly flexible but terrible posture and amped up paranoia do little for knots up and down his back. ]

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That's not an excuse to keep flustering me. [But he's laughing under his breath anyway because yeah, fair.] No wonder you and the cat get along. Terrors. [He's concerned by how worked up Dave's muscles are but his voice is calm and his hands are moving to loosen everything up for him. A stiff back leads to stiff shoulders and a stiff neck anyway.]

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Is so. I think being flustered is good for you, too. Keeps you from gettin' overconfident.

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When have I ever been overconfident when it comes to you? [A playful poke.]

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You have flashes of it. [ he's not ticklish so the poke gets no real response... ]

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Only when I know what really gets to you, I think. [There's a playful grin even if he pokes him again.] But that is different.

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Mm, not what I meant. But what do you think gets to me?

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Nooo no no. Go back. What did you mean then?

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Nothing really? [ or apparently he doesn't think it worth explaining ]

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Daaaave. [...it's fine, John just bends forward and nips at the back of Dave's neck anyway instead.]

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[ his breath catches in his throat for a heartbeat but dave doesn't protest. ] ....Joooohn.

[ drawled out. ]

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Tell meeee. [Another light bite? His hands are still running over Dave's back, too, but whatever.]

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[ a soft noise. ] ...Maybe someday, if you're good.

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...I'll try then. [And he falls silent to continue massaging back up by Dave's shoulders.]

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Now I feel like I should say "good boy".

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[There's an odd laugh and maybe it's helpful Dave can't see John's face right now.]

Thanks a lot, dude. Do I get a cookie and everything, too?

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[ he raises an eyebrow, trying to determine what kind of odd he just heard. ] You have to earn that shit, Egbert. There's good boy and threre's good boy.

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[Let him die maybe.] What makes you think I can't earn that?

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[ no his shitty cat senses are tingling. it's friday, dave remembers, and with an absent-minded flick of his wrist he sends his shades into his sylladex. dave abruptly turns around, sliding his arms over john's shoulders and examining john's face curiously. this...completely disrupts the backrub in process, but okay. ]

Hmmm. [ he's staring, eyes half-lidded but entirely focused, trying to figure out if he's found something interesting or not. ] Half marks. I suppose it'll do for a start.

[ ...on what. he leans in casual, and says very softly: ]

Good boy. But I think you can do better for me, can't you? [ ???? he's trying to shove china off the cabinet is it working or is he going to get his boyfriend to laugh instead ]

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[If he didn't have control over it, his breath would be caught in his throat by the sudden movement and the sudden appearance of bright red eyes that he's bargained for. He does, however, give Dave a level look as his hands trail down Dave's sides and squeeze at his hips instead.

Laughing isn't exactly what he plans to do, so thanks Dave. Instead, it's a very faint flush and his eyes are a little wider but otherwise he's calm and giving Dave a small grin.]

Maybe. Sounds like I just need to study the material a little more, huh? [...goddamn cat.]

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...You're a kinky little fuck, aren't you. [ at least he sounds amused but also there were better ways to put that probably. dave strider deserves to be thrown out a window. ] Pretty sure that's less a matter of studying and more a matter of doing exactly what you're told.

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[This time there's an alarmed sort of noise and he drives the heel of his hand into Dave's shoulder.] Dude! [But given his response like. Yeah. Basically. He regains control though and he pouts just a little bit, hands gripping tighter around Dave's waist.]

You think so? Depends on who's giving the orders.