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[A hand moves up to turn Dave's head just slightly for a kiss.] It's probably very illegal but you can use your imagination? We could definitely get a plastic kiddie pool though. Do you think the cat would like to swim?

[ dave kisses back maybe too long, ignoring john's question to lean back in for another. he's more leaning over john than resting against him, and dave opens his mouth and runs his hands back up john's sides. ]

[That's fine by him, frankly, and he's content to pull him closer and slip his tongue into Dave's mouth since you know, fine, a good opening. He's careful for all of five seconds before he focuses on his hands on Dave's back. Making out is like second nature by now so at least he can multitask here.]

[ frenching is fine by dave. he immediately gets a little more into it, edging out of slow and steady into almost playful as he slides his tongue against john's. he arches his back a little into john's touch but he's not sure what john's doing. his own hands end up near john's abs again. they're magnets. dave is innocent.

no he just likes them shut up ]

[It's fine?? He's fine with Dave touching his abs and he's fine with his hands sliding over Dave's back. His lips are moving and his tongue moves to catch Dave's. Even while he arches into John's hands, Dave will probably realize soon enough that John's hands are also moving over to Dave's chest since he's above him and his finger's idly brushing over the tattoo over and over again.

...before he's an ass and let's his fingers catch over Dave's nipple because yes, he hasn't forgotten that.]

[ it's not like dave hasn't started touching john's tattoo in idle moments since they got them. he likes tracing the shape or pressing a kiss there and it's really dumb. so he doesn't mind john touching his tattoo, because it's john's anyway. it just gets a quietly pleased hum as dave taps out his birthday song on john's abs.

and then john is an asshole and there's a surprised. whine. there's no other word for it though it's very quiet. hope john's pleased. ]

[Given the fact he's trying not to grin too much it is safe to say he's very pleased? His hand seems to alternate between the tattoo and seeing what other noises he can drag out of Dave as he keeps his tongue and lips busy.

He likes having the upper hand and having a guaranteed weak spot helps him know what Dave likes. There's a pinch of his fingers as his other hand plays a matching melody on Dave's hip because. You know. He can.

This is maybe stupid but it's also a turn-on, so so be it.]

[ glad they both get off on playing music back and forth on one another. that's not dumb.

this time it's a barely-there little moan and he pulls back to glower at john even though he. really likes that. ]

John.

[The glower is just rewarded with a grin.]

Dave...? [He bats his eyelashes innocently.] Something wrong, babe?

...Not really. [ he likes it, but also. ] You're such an asshole.

[ he reaches down to snag john's glasses. ]

Am I? [And he's blind, farewell. But at least he can see where Dave's face is and he kisses down his jaw again.] I love when you make those sounds.

I wasn't making any sounds?? [ but he tilts his neck to the side even if it's a little bit of an awkward angle for him, hovering over john. ] D'you care if I keep these or do you want them back?

[He's still moving downward, goodbye.] Uh-huh, sure. You can keep them though, I don't need them to see you.

[ rude. dave shifts and rolls onto his back, dragging john on top of him instead by virtue of hooking his fingers into john's belt loops and tugging, because his neck kind of hurt at that angle. ] So, what, I'm the only thing you can see right now distance wise? I'm okay with that.

You're the only thing I want to see right now. [He's falling onto him though, settling to work his way down and kissing over his collarbone and shoulder.] Is that acceptable?

[ there's a quiet but sharp indrawn breath because he knows where john's going or think he does and dave doesn't plan to shove him off this time with "what the fuck are you doing, egbert". but he's still talking anyway after that small pause. ] God, yeah. I don't want you lookin' anywhere else right now. Is that dumb? That's maybe dumb. But I definitely stole all the tickets. The ones you get with the numbers? When you go into places with godawful long lines and you pull out the number and it's like ninety something and you're like fuck that sucks and it's not even ninety something where the next number you hear is like, eighty-seven, it's ninety something and the number they call next is like, five. But I stole all the numbers. Grand theft ticket. I'm in queue all night. I don't know where I'm going with this actually I think I lost track of that metaphor but basically no one else is in line and if they were I'd cheat.

[He's just going to lean in further into him, pausing to leave his lips pressed against the tattoo.]

...even with your shitty metaphors, I love you. An incredible, crazy amount. You can have all the numbers. No need to steal them from anyone.

Fuck you, that was gold. [ no it wasn't and he knows it. dave's voice is a little quieter and strained because he's so full of fondness and there's something sweet about john's lips against the stupidly impulsive tattoo.

he's not sure how he keeps figuring out new ways to love john even more. it's exhausting and dave's hands find the back of john's neck, playing with the ends of his hair. ]

I love you more than should be humanly possible. Every day. I think the only viable outcome here is that I'll explode at some point from loving you. Like a human balloon. Guts everywhere.

[ #romantic mood: human balloon guts

why does dave say words. ]

[He settles with his cheek on Dave's chest, nuzzling a little and not quite kissing.]

Balloons are not filled with guts, Dave. Unless you know something I do not. [Another kiss to his sternum.] I am very in love with you to the explosion point, too. Please do not actually explode though because then you won't be here and I'll be bummed.

They are if I'm the balloon? [ one of his hands starts carding through john's hair, idly. ] But I will do my best to not explode. You might have to help with that one. It means I'll have to kiss you at least ten times a day.

I think I can live with that. It may be a struggle, but it is what I will do because I love you and will protect you from exploding. [He continues nuzzling him anyway as Dave pets his hair.]

...I really like when you play with my hair.

I really like playin' with it. I'm glad you ditched the dumb gel bullshit. [ he likes john's hair soft and a mess. sue him. his touch is gentle and slowing down because john's nuzzling him and dave's amused and content to let john do whatever. ] Way less fun to touch when you used gel.

I haven't used gel in months...I almost forgot I used to. [He kisses the top of his stomach.] It's soothing. I like when you aren't freaking out about showing affection.

You freak out about it too sometimes. [ hey!!!!!]

Not all the time! I am getting way better at it because I love being able to.

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