[ his fingers dig into john's hips to keep him steady and dave doesn't seem to mind john's hands pulling at his hair? like whatever that's fine he can roll with that. he's paying way more attention to john making noises and you know what he wants to hear further noises. all the noises. a symphony of sounds he made john make.
it at least serves to make him a little less tentative, though he stops biting to run his tongue over the marks instead. ]
[What if he dies instead? The nice thing, maybe, is that he's not so much thinking about a guy doing this to him but rather the feeling and Dave in general and he doesn't want to make more sounds, fuck off, Dave. He's used to being the instigator in a relationship and doing things to please his partner but the reversal is both surprising and pleasing all at once. It's why he works hard to still his hips and he's tense under Dave's hands to try and keep himself from moving. Still, there's an incoherent sound, a slight gasp when Dave's tongue moves over the bite.]
[ counter argument: sound more dazed, john. dave abruptly nips at john's neck again, a little closer to his jawline, and lets his thumbs rub absent circles above the waistband of john's sweats.
dave hasn't ever really given a fuck about gender in this lifetime and he'd figured it out in the last. he's nervous because it's john and he likes it for the same reason, uncomplicated and adoring. there were definite spikes of laser guided interest when john moaned and when his voice went lower so that's fun. ]
[No!! Let him be coherent and not stupid. There's a surprised noise in the back of his throat and he's sitting as still as possible while Dave's thumbs touch his hips and it's highly unfair all the same. He's breathing through his nose carefully to keep some semblance of control but it's starting to grow impossible.
It's kind of unfair that Dave is the way Dave is because it's a lot harder to really think about the fact he shouldn't let himself get carried away. On the one hand, sure, he could blame this all on the fact that he hasn't hooked up with anyone for almost a year since he and his ex broke up. On the other hand, he's pretty sure it has to do with the (quite frankly) insane amount of love he's perfectly aware of. It's why he's straddling his best friend in a desk chair and why there are little breaths he's not quite in control of and why he's shivering a little under Dave's hands and why his own hands stay curled into Dave's hair.
So yeah. This is probably a good sign that he's definitely attracted to guys.
There are all sorts of things he could say including "don't be a tease" and even vocalizing the fact that Dave could stand to go a little harder with his teeth. Instead, what he says is:]
Fuck... [So that's eloquent. It's quiet and drawn out a little and he forces his eyes open to stare at Dave and wonders again how in the fuck something this simple is affecting him this much. On the other hand if Dave bothers to look at him right now there's at least zero question how much he likes this so congratulations, Dave.]
[ he bothers because it's john. dave's eyes flick up as he shifts for a second underneath john, hands sliding down to john's thighs instead, and in the usual dim lighting he prefers when he intends to take off his shades his eyes are probably dark and their usual brilliant crimson - or maybe a little more than usual because he's never really had to fucking worry about what his eyes look like beyond the obvious red and while his breathing is fine his pupils are a little more blown than usual even as his fingers dig in again. ]
Hey, no. [ his voice is a little different than usual too because it's the same sort of snapped command he'd done when he'd tried bossing john off the bed just to see if john would listen, a little rough around the edges and way firmer than he generally bothers to be. ] Stop trying the control breathing thing and stop swallowing the noise. Now.
[ still quiet as he usually speaks but also it occurs to him that a neck is not technically the only location a hickey could be left theoretically so he drags john closer and just presses his lips to john's shoulder before he bites john again a little harder. he's helping. ]
[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.]
[ okay, cool, this is about to get tragically stupid. john's hips roll down and dave freezes up in a moment of confused panic because what the fuck that's new and what the fuck! what the fuck. he didn't actually notice john getting worked up at new year's, because he calls john oblivious but dave's a fucking idiot when it comes to any effect he has on other people, and at eighteen he should have some sort of better reaction to someone doing that and it's john so technically dave doesn't care, but he reacts on automatic anyway: a panicked flustered moment where he kind of shoves john off and. doesn't let go so whatever if john doesn't catch them probably they'll end up on the floor, which is stupid.
assuming john doesn't freak out, dave will kind of glare at him to try to cover for the fact he's a disaster ] Definitely didn't give you permission to move. [ and lean down to kiss him on the lips again, though, too hard.
at least the confused panic was less sheer terror and more what the fuck am i supposed to be doing and what if i do what i'm supposed to be doing wrong?? and other hard to define emotions swirled together. ]
[Considering this isn't the first time today that Dave's shoved at him for doing something John's a little more prepared even as he scrambles to grab the edge of the desk so they don't crash onto the floor. He balances them and he looks at Dave with brief confusion before there's a glare right back. He doesn't get the chance to say anything though since Dave's suddenly kissing him and...
...okay. This is a little okay and he's not really doing much to stop this and instead he's kissing back equally hard like the text never interrupted them in the first place. He picks up on the panic and it worries him a little until he registers that it doesn't make sense given that Dave's kissing him and now suddenly he's under orders not to move and ???
His hands carefully loop over Dave's shoulders and he focuses on the kiss instead, keeping the rest of his body still and just letting Dave figure it out then. He can be patient. Ish.]
and look, dave can be panicked and still desperately want to kiss his boyfriend. he doesn't appear to know if he wants to drag john closer again or try to shove him off but since he definitely wants to keep kissing this is? a stupid internal debate? and after a second his left hand slides to the back of john's neck to keep him there - though dave's perfectly well aware he'd lose out in a straight strength contest so it's more a request no matter how firmly he does anything - and his right slides back up john's thigh to his waist, nervous and flustered and not wanting to stop even if he's a little unsure about what john's thinking.
he bites john's lip because he's an asshole, and also, he wants to. ]
[Well. We'll find out. And John will find out what his limits here really are because all of that aside he's at least capable of admitting he's turned on and a little desperate and once again really doesn't feel like leaving for the rest of their assignment. But he's careful and letting Dave's hands move on their own accord. He doesn't pull away when the hand on his neck settles but the hand sliding up his leg and back to his waist gets a high amount of attention as he watches slightly before closing his eyes again.
He's fine. Nervous and flustered and embarrassed but he's fine. There's a pleased hum when Dave bites his lip and his hands remain digging into Dave's shoulders anyway and in his scalp and he can't talk like this so maybe that's for the better. Instead, he allows himself to kiss Dave for a few more moments.
What if he says nothing ever. Maybe they can just keep making out then.]
[ no because dave didn't intend to kiss john on the mouth forever? he's already shifting again, trailing almost absent-minded kisses across john's jaw and thinking...honestly stupid thoughts. he mutters something against john's neck and it sounds like eyelashes and his mouth keeps moving with some sort of low-voiced murmured commentary as he brushes fleeting open-mouthed kisses to john's neck.
john probably doesn't need to know whatever dave is talking about. ]
[That icon is 100% accurate and strangely the almost-too-intense feelings seem to die down a little while Dave's kissing at his jaw and over his neck and he strains to hear what the fuck Dave's talking about, but no, Dave just mumbles sometimes and there's a little laugh even as he moves with Dave's mouth to make sure he's constantly kissing him.]
Daaaaave...[But he still sounds amused even as his hand lightly bats at Dave's face.] What are you doing you weirdo?
[ he has more dumb shit? there's half-remembered childhood explanations of butterfly kisses and he remembers thinking they were stupid and laughing when roxy showed him. he flutters his eyelashes over john's cheek and then cracks up. ]
dave's lips are parted in soundless surprise but after a frozen moment where his heart just hurts with how much he cares about john egbert dave leans forward to kiss him again, slow and soft. ]
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it at least serves to make him a little less tentative, though he stops biting to run his tongue over the marks instead. ]
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That's better. [Wow don't sound so dazed, John.]
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dave hasn't ever really given a fuck about gender in this lifetime and he'd figured it out in the last. he's nervous because it's john and he likes it for the same reason, uncomplicated and adoring. there were definite spikes of laser guided interest when john moaned and when his voice went lower so that's fun. ]
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It's kind of unfair that Dave is the way Dave is because it's a lot harder to really think about the fact he shouldn't let himself get carried away. On the one hand, sure, he could blame this all on the fact that he hasn't hooked up with anyone for almost a year since he and his ex broke up. On the other hand, he's pretty sure it has to do with the (quite frankly) insane amount of love he's perfectly aware of. It's why he's straddling his best friend in a desk chair and why there are little breaths he's not quite in control of and why he's shivering a little under Dave's hands and why his own hands stay curled into Dave's hair.
So yeah. This is probably a good sign that he's definitely attracted to guys.
There are all sorts of things he could say including "don't be a tease" and even vocalizing the fact that Dave could stand to go a little harder with his teeth. Instead, what he says is:]
Fuck... [So that's eloquent. It's quiet and drawn out a little and he forces his eyes open to stare at Dave and wonders again how in the fuck something this simple is affecting him this much. On the other hand if Dave bothers to look at him right now there's at least zero question how much he likes this so congratulations, Dave.]
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Hey, no. [ his voice is a little different than usual too because it's the same sort of snapped command he'd done when he'd tried bossing john off the bed just to see if john would listen, a little rough around the edges and way firmer than he generally bothers to be. ] Stop trying the control breathing thing and stop swallowing the noise. Now.
[ still quiet as he usually speaks but also it occurs to him that a neck is not technically the only location a hickey could be left theoretically so he drags john closer and just presses his lips to john's shoulder before he bites john again a little harder. he's helping. ]
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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.]
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assuming john doesn't freak out, dave will kind of glare at him to try to cover for the fact he's a disaster ] Definitely didn't give you permission to move. [ and lean down to kiss him on the lips again, though, too hard.
at least the confused panic was less sheer terror and more what the fuck am i supposed to be doing and what if i do what i'm supposed to be doing wrong?? and other hard to define emotions swirled together. ]
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...okay. This is a little okay and he's not really doing much to stop this and instead he's kissing back equally hard like the text never interrupted them in the first place. He picks up on the panic and it worries him a little until he registers that it doesn't make sense given that Dave's kissing him and now suddenly he's under orders not to move and ???
His hands carefully loop over Dave's shoulders and he focuses on the kiss instead, keeping the rest of his body still and just letting Dave figure it out then. He can be patient. Ish.]
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and look, dave can be panicked and still desperately want to kiss his boyfriend. he doesn't appear to know if he wants to drag john closer again or try to shove him off but since he definitely wants to keep kissing this is? a stupid internal debate? and after a second his left hand slides to the back of john's neck to keep him there - though dave's perfectly well aware he'd lose out in a straight strength contest so it's more a request no matter how firmly he does anything - and his right slides back up john's thigh to his waist, nervous and flustered and not wanting to stop even if he's a little unsure about what john's thinking.
he bites john's lip because he's an asshole, and also, he wants to. ]
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He's fine. Nervous and flustered and embarrassed but he's fine. There's a pleased hum when Dave bites his lip and his hands remain digging into Dave's shoulders anyway and in his scalp and he can't talk like this so maybe that's for the better. Instead, he allows himself to kiss Dave for a few more moments.
What if he says nothing ever. Maybe they can just keep making out then.]
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john probably doesn't need to know whatever dave is talking about. ]
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Daaaaave...[But he still sounds amused even as his hand lightly bats at Dave's face.] What are you doing you weirdo?
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Thinking about kissing and how weird it is. [ THANKS, DAVE. ] There's like, a million different types.
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...so hey, pop quiz. Do you have any idea how crazy I am for you?
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I'm...startin' to get a clue?
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Guess I need to up my game then to make extra-sure.
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[ this time it's just a chaste kiss to john's cheek, and an amused smile and half-lidded eyes. ]
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I count that as a victory.
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I love you, too. And you know I'll wait until it's an "all the time" thing.
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dave's lips are parted in soundless surprise but after a frozen moment where his heart just hurts with how much he cares about john egbert dave leans forward to kiss him again, slow and soft. ]
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