[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.
How dare I. [But he's moving and continuing to mouth his way down to Dave's chest apparently, biting a little as he goes.] What're you going to do about it?
[Well. That's one way to get Dave to stop rapping about his ass. His gaze flicks up to look at Dave briefly, far too amused and perfectly content to see how far he can push.
So. Instead of pulling off he settles to leave a mark near the same area, keeping his mouth and teeth careful so he doesn't actually hurt him but stimulating him with his tongue anyway. He's probably going to get kicked out of bed, but whatever.]
[It's probably unfortunate that he really wants to hear those sounds because one of hands reaches up to lightly bat at Dave's. Stop that. They're in their own house and so clearly it's fine. But, like, he's also not letting up with his mouth so whoops.]
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[ than a past life goes unsaid. ]
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it's essentially "yes" anyway. ] You gonna freak out if I move my hands?
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...nah. Are you?
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[ is that promise supposed to sell the idea better. ]
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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.]
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[ 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.
[ he can keep going. ]
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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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So...? [But he's also moving to press a kiss to Dave's collarbone and his shoulder as he shifts down.]
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no one in this lifetime has ever used their mouth there. dave jolts and at least his hands move solely to cover his own mouth. ]
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So. Instead of pulling off he settles to leave a mark near the same area, keeping his mouth and teeth careful so he doesn't actually hurt him but stimulating him with his tongue anyway. He's probably going to get kicked out of bed, but whatever.]
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and then john just. keeps going. and the sound dave is muffling is a moan. just give him a second. ]
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