[He lifts his eyebrows and makes a note about that.] The choice here is I get to kiss you now and then you eat something, or you eat now and then we go from there. What will it be?
[There's no verbal response but he settles for bending at his weird angle to be down at Dave's level to kiss him, not nearly as timid as usual and almost immediately picking up a deeper pace. ]
[ john just. sit down. dave's been in john's lap multiple times so it's only fair? but his free hand goes to john's waist and there's just a light drag, like a question. ]
[Probably because Dave is lighter. Still, Dave pulls lightly and John immediately responds, moving away from the desk to sit in Dave's lap. His hands come up to cup Dave's face and he settles for the kiss this way]
[ fair point but john isn't crushing him or anything. not in a bad way? also he like. wanted to kind of touch john sans shirt even if it's too light and tentative when his fingertips graze john's stomach like he's going to be scolded. there's probably hesitance from the dumb emotion rock along with the usual things he feels when kissing john that john hasn't had vip access to before: love and want and trust and giddy disbelief he's allowed. ]
[It's kind of stupidly cute, really, as John settles in Dave's lap and his own stone's busy sending out love and nerves and excitement. There's a surprised sort of gasp when Dave's hand moves and touches him but he doesn't pull away even if it's just light and unsure. It's not a bad feeling and even if the muscles in his abs twitch a little he doesn't stop.
Contrary to that, actually, he shifts a little closer to press closer into Dave's hand while he sucks on Dave's lower lip to ask permission, maybe.]
[ he doesn't like having part of his soul in a rock (breaking slowly maybe, or just reflecting the whole it came from) or his emotions being broadcast, but it's...actually really kind of great to feel that john's into the kissing thing, too. not that their scattered make out sessions didn't make that apparent, but it's...different to feel someone's affection mirrored back at you like this.
like usual, dave opens his mouth immediately, and john shifts closer so dave's hands press more firmly and he's just...exploring. john has abs and dave has an interest in tracing them.
john not wearing a shirt was a great idea thanks for that john ]
[Belatedly he seems to remember that Dave's never really seen him without a shirt and there's a little blip of amusement. He knows it's maybe something that isn't terrible. He's athletic but he's not bulky and Dave's hands are on him and something twists in his gut a little as he's unsure how to proceed with his thoughts.
Making out with Dave is always somehow new and exciting to him and even if he's shivering under Dave's hand he's already moving his tongue into Dave's mouth instead to make his point.]
[ he's absolutely never seen john shirtless before aside from very quick changing in the dorm let him live his life. his hands do pull away for a second to maneuver his shades off which is. a little difficult while john is drenching him but they're set aside on his desk and out of the way and then he's just making use of the whole shirtless thing and making an effort to, apparently, touch every square centimeter of john's torso and arms and it's just. nice.
his hands aren't even too cold yet, since they just showered, although his hair is drying with a stubborn curls to the end and is otherwise getting a little cold. ]
[No he's doing his best. He lets up a tiny bit to give Dave room to move but otherwise he's not pulling back much. His hands are up in Dave's hair, fingers twirling around strands and flicking some stray water around but otherwise he's adjusting his weight so he's not too heavy in Dave's lap and subconsciously arching up into Dave's touch. It's been a while since anyone's actually touched him like this and he's hyper-aware of every callous on Dave's hands and where his fingers are and the muscles in his own torso and arms.
It's an undeniable kind of want and he vaguely wishes that could be kept under wraps for a little longer but whatever. It's whatever and the fact is that every time Dave's hands move it feeds into a low sense of arousal and it just eggs John on to move his lips and his tongue instead.
Dave definitely had the right idea not to do this on their bed, at least.]
[ dave wasn't wrong about not being there yet, either. he's not precisely feeding arousal back emotions wise; it's an uncomplicated desire to touch and have john in his personal space, tied up in feeling safe and something nearing worthwhile. it's being touch starved because he liked plenty of people on his team but he didn't let them into his space like this and he missed holding hands and having john's arms around him and he missed john's stupid heartbeat. one of his palms - scars and calluses he'd been spared here until months back - presses flat over john's heart and it's a stupid and almost painful kind of relieved affection.
he feels more like a person again and for the first time since they'd left his frayed nerves are evening out. john maybe mistakenly thinks dave knows how to be a person and there's no one in this room or even on their floor whose motives and actions dave can't account for and he's relaxing back into the chair and there's some kind of comfort with john's hands twisting in his hair and it feels nice enough there's a low hum in the back of his throat.
maybe none of it's so uncomplicated as it should be. it's a different and desperate kind of want for being anchored now and here and feeling a little more okay, stupidly, because john wants him here. ]
[In a way, John's always been aware of the fact that they both work and have different wants in mind when it comes to things like this. His heartbeat's a little faster than usual under Dave's hand and his movements of his hands are slow and lazy and appreciative more than anything. He's always been aware that there's something else in this for Dave than what John projects, aware that there's want on both sides but that it means something a little different even if he doesn't fully understand what kind of different it is. His mouth doesn't pull away and he slows the kiss down to take his time to appreciate Dave being here and letting him in and he finds himself melting a little further under his hands.
This is how things are now and he's both pleased and aware he can't ruin it. Dave trusts him and it's both sweet and scary to him. Even now sometimes he wonders if Dave wants him or if he just wants touch in general, but it's been a process of learning how their relationship works. Dave is the person he cares for most and even if it was just wanting someone in general John would be more than happy to supply that.
And it's something to think about, really. It's part of what he's thought on and how sexuality works and how he feels about Dave and he keeps his eyes closed as he pulls back a little to tug on Dave's lip with his teeth. His hands are still in Dave's hair and he's moving Dave's head just a bit to turn it to the side so he has access to Dave's neck, mouth moving over his jaw and back down to where he's aware a probably-now faded bruise used to exist. He's also mumbling something against Dave's skin but that's probably nothing.]
[ dave tips his head back with a huff of soundless laughter to let john do whatever, but he hears john mumbling and tries to listen more closely, thoughts happily blurred at the edges. ]
Hm? [ prompting, but not really pressing if it's nothing at all, fingertips tracing maybe-aimless patterns back down to john's hips. or maybe he's writing actual words; it's probably fairly hard to tell. ]
[Mistakes John's made: being shirtless and letting Dave touch him because he's still pressing into his hands and he nudges his nose against Dave's neck, biting lightly even while he's mumbling. Eventually though he pulls off enough while still kissing him to make it a little more clear he's actually just sort of half-saying and half-singing lyrics.
[ hope john wasn't that invested in the neck thing because when he registers it dave laughs again and his hands pull away so he can cup john's cheeks and pull him back up to actually kiss his boyfriend full on the lips, biting and following after with his tongue -
until his phone goes off with one of his various custom ring tones, anyway. it's one of the stupider ones, clipped down into a custom text tone rather than the full version for the ring tone.
the benefit of customizing everyone's fucking ringtones and texts: he knows exactly who's hitting him up at any point in time, although he doesn't pull back immediately so much as slowly and apologetically and a little confused because right, the world isn't just john egbert and their room. ]
[The neck thing? No, not that invested. But he was invested in the kissing so there's a little bit of a pout when Dave slowly pulls away. His head's foggy and he finds himself licking his lips even as he registers what the tone was saying.]
Don't judge me, it's perfect. [ so yes. he fishes his phone out of his sylladex to squint at the screen, taps out a response half on automatic and. behind...john's head? he didn't bother to move that much, just shifting so he can text without jostling john by doing it like that.
it also means john can't move too far away without actually dislodging dave which is probably why he's doing it. ]
Do you have to answer her now? [Grumbling. He doesn't necessarily mind but he does just kind of drop his forehead on Dave's shoulder and doesn't bother moving away.]
Shortlist. [ whatever that means. he turns his head to kiss the top of john's, though.
that's dumb but ]
She wants some facetime - you up for that, or...? [ he doesn't float the possibility of looping to go see her since he doesn't really want to ditch john for any amount of time at the moment. as it is he knows he's way too likely to try to freeze it when they get near the end of their time limit. ] You'd have to put on a shirt. For like, her visit. ...Not that you'd have to take it off later, I mean - okay, can you say something, I hate everything I'm saying.
[He lifts his head up to reach Dave's lips but otherwise he just sort of thinks about it. His first instinct is to say no because he's a little selfish right now, and he just saw Natalie for nearly two weeks, but...here we are. He knows this is probably important so he sighs and leans back again.]
...yeah, okay. Tell her to come over because I still do not feel like leaving. [...there's a grin though.] The state of my shirt can be decided later after she leaves. Okay?
[ stop responding to his stupidest statements. dave can maybe blame being flushed on the fact they were making out, though. maybe. ]
I'm sure as fuck not leavin' the room. So...Natalie, food, hanging out? [ in that order, he means. hanging out being...whatever, since he doesn't really care as long as john's there. if john wants to watch a stupid movie he'll -
That sounds okay to me. I do not know why we need facetime since I just saw her, but I guess she likes you or something. [He's teasing, of course.] But...okay. Shirt. I should put one on probably.
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[ like, immediate choice with zero consideration time. ]
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Contrary to that, actually, he shifts a little closer to press closer into Dave's hand while he sucks on Dave's lower lip to ask permission, maybe.]
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like usual, dave opens his mouth immediately, and john shifts closer so dave's hands press more firmly and he's just...exploring. john has abs and dave has an interest in tracing them.
john not wearing a shirt was a great idea thanks for that john ]
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Making out with Dave is always somehow new and exciting to him and even if he's shivering under Dave's hand he's already moving his tongue into Dave's mouth instead to make his point.]
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his hands aren't even too cold yet, since they just showered, although his hair is drying with a stubborn curls to the end and is otherwise getting a little cold. ]
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It's an undeniable kind of want and he vaguely wishes that could be kept under wraps for a little longer but whatever. It's whatever and the fact is that every time Dave's hands move it feeds into a low sense of arousal and it just eggs John on to move his lips and his tongue instead.
Dave definitely had the right idea not to do this on their bed, at least.]
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he feels more like a person again and for the first time since they'd left his frayed nerves are evening out. john maybe mistakenly thinks dave knows how to be a person and there's no one in this room or even on their floor whose motives and actions dave can't account for and he's relaxing back into the chair and there's some kind of comfort with john's hands twisting in his hair and it feels nice enough there's a low hum in the back of his throat.
maybe none of it's so uncomplicated as it should be. it's a different and desperate kind of want for being anchored now and here and feeling a little more okay, stupidly, because john wants him here. ]
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This is how things are now and he's both pleased and aware he can't ruin it. Dave trusts him and it's both sweet and scary to him. Even now sometimes he wonders if Dave wants him or if he just wants touch in general, but it's been a process of learning how their relationship works. Dave is the person he cares for most and even if it was just wanting someone in general John would be more than happy to supply that.
And it's something to think about, really. It's part of what he's thought on and how sexuality works and how he feels about Dave and he keeps his eyes closed as he pulls back a little to tug on Dave's lip with his teeth. His hands are still in Dave's hair and he's moving Dave's head just a bit to turn it to the side so he has access to Dave's neck, mouth moving over his jaw and back down to where he's aware a probably-now faded bruise used to exist. He's also mumbling something against Dave's skin but that's probably nothing.]
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Hm? [ prompting, but not really pressing if it's nothing at all, fingertips tracing maybe-aimless patterns back down to john's hips. or maybe he's writing actual words; it's probably fairly hard to tell. ]
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Hope Dave's fine with John being a giant sap.]
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until his phone goes off with one of his various custom ring tones, anyway. it's one of the stupider ones, clipped down into a custom text tone rather than the full version for the ring tone.
the benefit of customizing everyone's fucking ringtones and texts: he knows exactly who's hitting him up at any point in time, although he doesn't pull back immediately so much as slowly and apologetically and a little confused because right, the world isn't just john egbert and their room. ]
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...is that your tone for Nat?
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it also means john can't move too far away without actually dislodging dave which is probably why he's doing it. ]
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that's dumb but ]
She wants some facetime - you up for that, or...? [ he doesn't float the possibility of looping to go see her since he doesn't really want to ditch john for any amount of time at the moment. as it is he knows he's way too likely to try to freeze it when they get near the end of their time limit. ] You'd have to put on a shirt. For like, her visit. ...Not that you'd have to take it off later, I mean - okay, can you say something, I hate everything I'm saying.
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...yeah, okay. Tell her to come over because I still do not feel like leaving. [...there's a grin though.] The state of my shirt can be decided later after she leaves. Okay?
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I'm sure as fuck not leavin' the room. So...Natalie, food, hanging out? [ in that order, he means. hanging out being...whatever, since he doesn't really care as long as john's there. if john wants to watch a stupid movie he'll -
well he'll still make fun of it but like yeah ]
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That sounds okay to me. I do not know why we need facetime since I just saw her, but I guess she likes you or something. [He's teasing, of course.] But...okay. Shirt. I should put one on probably.
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How long do we have before she gets here?
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Does it matter?
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Nah, not really. [He moves to kiss him again, but he keeps it brief.] I'll put one on when she knocks then, whatever.
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