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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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You have all day. [ instead of "yes".

it's essentially "yes" anyway. ] You gonna freak out if I move my hands?

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[His first question is "move them where" but he doesn't say it out loud. Instead, he tips his head enough to lightly bite at Dave's shoulder.]

...nah. Are you?

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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. ]

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[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.]

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[ dave asked but now he just keeps his hands at john's hips instead of trying to feel john up at all. ] If you loved me you'd let me rap about it.

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[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?

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[ watch him? ] It ain't like ass is hard to rhyme. Or any of the many various synonyms.

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[...he hates that he's going to fall for it, but:] Prove it.

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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.

[ he can keep going. ]

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[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.

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You'll never know since you made me stop. [ he lifts his hands away but instead of touching john just stretches his arms out over his head. ]

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You can tell me you like my ass without rapping about it, jackass. [But Dave's arms move and John...pouts. That's getting further away?]

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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You're oppressing my freedom of expression. [ dave just waits to see what john means by "so", humming a little under his breath. ]

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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?

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I haven't decided yet. [ he lets john move down his chest, fingers flexing above his head before he laces them together. ]

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Are you thinking about it? [...give him a second to tongue over one of Dave's nipples just to see if he still freaks out when they're touched.]

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[ like.

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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[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.]

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[ fuck john honestly? looking up only reveals dave's too-wide eyes, pupils blown, and a slight tremor to the hands over his mouth.

and then john just. keeps going. and the sound dave is muffling is a moan. just give him a second. ]

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[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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[ he'll move his hands but he's biting his lip. at least this version of tension isn't quite stop so much as not knowing what the fuck to do. dave shifts a little, not to get away but more arching up and squirming a bit. ]

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[John's blatantly aware that he's experimented more than Dave has, given he and Vic slept together enough times in their relationship that John figured out what girls like. Dave, obviously, isn't a girl though and there's a little more caution and intrigue in all of this. His other hand moves, mouth pliant and less careful while he focuses on leaving a bruise and his hand grips firmly into the space at Dave's waist above his hip. He's not going to stop Dave from squirming, but he's letting his fingers tap out a quick beat of something.

Figuring out what else affects Dave is going to be interesting, given he doesn't even know where to start, but he does let his fingers move just a little over over Dave's hip instead, beat map still playing out.]

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[ there's another of those quietly little startled sounds, unchoked for once, before his hands snap out to grip john's wrists, fingers flexing but grip firm. ] You have to stop.

[ no explanation, just quiet and a little breathless. ]

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[It's kind of like being dunked in ice water, the change. Immediately he hears the word "stop" and he freezes entirely, pulling off quickly and letting go. His expression's not quite readable but it's shifted from playful and amused to something a little more worried and unsure.]

Sorry. I'm sorry, that was a little much.

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No, just... [ like, yes, it was. it was affecting him too much and however comfortable john is getting with them dave doubts it's anywhere near being okay with affecting a guy in that particular way. ] It was without conversations we haven't had. Okay? My bad.