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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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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.

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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?

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

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[ 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.

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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?

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[ 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.

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[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.

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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. ]

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[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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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

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You used to be antsy about holding hands and things!

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Not that antsy! It was only because I didn't know if you would want to.

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I always wanted to. I just wasn't sure you'd let me sometimes.

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For future reference, I will always let you hold my hand.

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For future reference I'd let you do pretty much anything.

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That is a dangerous power to give me...but so far it extends to kissing and maybe touching your butt.

[Is he serious? We don't know. ]

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I seriously don't care if you cop a feel. [ kinda hard to do like this though so he flips them. again. and rests his weight on his hands to either side of john's arms, raising one eyebrow. ]

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[His response is a laugh.] You are ridiculous...[But there's a kiss before he settles for just looking at him, letting his hands move on their own accord to rest at the small of Dave's back.

...it takes some working up to, but slowly but surely a hand moves further and he makes good on his promise and cups part of his ass. That wasn't so hard, was it?]

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[ better than dave who chickened out that one time. he knows john can stop him flipping them if he really cares unless dave manages to surprise him, so he doubts john gives a fuck what he does. instead of answering he lets himself settle against john more, pinning him without really pinning him, and leans down to kiss him again.

his teeth scrape over john's lower lip and it's a little more serious than it was. not desperate still, but firmer and more of a demand. ]

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[The hand's a little firmer once Dave doesn't immediately flip out, fingers kneading a bit as he opens his mouth wider and mumbles incoherently against Dave's teeth. Apparently that part is nice and he likes that. He turns just slightly to make the angle of his neck a little less strained, leaning up to keep himself as close as possible.]