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[To literally no one's surprise, it's still hot when he does that. It's still something that gets him going and something John truly loves even if he acknowledges maybe it's a little weird. He loves when Dave's confident enough to demand things from him, and like, yeah, his last relationship involved kind of being bossed around by a girl so it works out.

It's also just nice to hear it so that John has full permission to move forward. He leans into Dave's hand briefly before he nods, fingers working open both button and fly of Dave's jeans.

...in theory, he supposes he could just grab his dick and start going at it, but that seems like a bad and a stupid idea. Instead, he pushes aside fabric and slithers his hand between jeans and boxers to just trace over hip bones and down to the top of his thighs, fingers just barely ghosting over him through the thin fabric.

Maybe teasing him isn't a great idea, but John's curious what kind of reaction he's going to get here.]

[ there's a brief exhale of relief when john undoes the button and fly, honestly, because dave's stupid fucking skinny jeans were getting a little bit uncomfortable. will he stop wearing skinny jeans now that they're messing around with a new aspect of their relationship that makes them Unfortunate? definitely not.

thankfully for everyone john doesn't do the immediate dick grab because that would be awkward and also a little fast, and dave just shifts to make it easier for john to maneuver his hands in the admittedly tight space because again:

skinny jeans. over bright red boxers, because dave is color coordinated as fuck.

teasing doesn't seem to be a bad idea, exactly, because dave sighs, bites his lip and shifts but doesn't force himself towards john's hand or anything. he's just kind of focusing on the sensation and it's been over a year since he's let anyone do anything remotely like this. his hip bones are maybe too prominent even though he does eat regularly living with john. ]

Good boy. [ teasing, light, and he can't keep too serious a tone here because he likes it when they're having fun together and dave doesn't want john to psych himself out or anything. he'd said it before, back when he figured out john liked being bossed around and he'd claimed he'd be able to turn john on if he wanted.

which. apparently is true. congrats, dave. ] Talk to me?

[Skinny jeans and belts are going to be the bane of John's existence and Dave wears both. RIP JOHN. But at least Dave's helping a little and John's letting his fingers move with a little more purpose for a warm-up. He's not thrilled with how skinny Dave actually is but that's more out of "is this healthy??" than anything. Irregardless, he's pleased anyway.

He glances up at him though, a slight grin on his face because he knows they talked about this and also he knows Dave's trying. It helps, frankly. It helps him focus and relax while his hand drags over his dick through his boxers.]

What would you like me to say? That I like how your jeans make you look but I hate trying to get in them?

[ it's been a while. over a year a while and dave barely does anything for himself although his libido has said hello again in the past month or so and his breath catches when john actually touches him (sort of) and his weight shifts as he nearly slips.

this is maybe not going to work out well position wise. that feels stupid to admit to himself but hm. ]

The part about likin' how I look works. Uh, dude, can we like...

[ what would be easiest. ]

I can't hold myself up like this while you're touchin' me right now, that's way too much multitasking.

[ embarrassing. ]

[He doesn't mean to, but...he laughs. It's quiet but he shifts up to kiss him again before he uses his free hand to grip Dave's hip and start to flip them so their positions are reversed. He shifts to straddle his legs a little and give his hands room to work before he leans down just a bit to face him.]

Is that better?

[ shut up??? but dave's lips quirk upwards when john laughs because fuck him he likes the sound. he loops his arms around john's shoulders and pulls him down to kiss again, so it's probably better.

he barely cares if john can multitask for this because he likes kissing his boyfriend, sue him. ]

[Dave isn't allowed to make fun of him for not knowing how to multitask then!! Still, he also likes kissing him and he doesn't bother trying to pull back. Instead, he bends just a little so Dave's arms aren't stretched so far and he keeps the kiss fairly playful and kind of slow.

Granted, it's also so that he can focus on what his hand's doing. The jeans are still sort of in the way but they're open enough he can at least allow his fingers to work over Dave's dick to coax him into hardness. That's probably the first step, right? Seems like a good plan.]

[ dave is always allowed to make fun of john, it's in the boyfriend contract. playful and slow works for a kiss, though, and dave lets his hands tangle up in john's hair because he likes doing that and he thinks john likes letting him.

he's quiet even though he really doesn't have to be in a house they share alone with only a cat. there's a pause before he shifts his hips up to press into john's hand a little harder, a quiet murmur against john's lips before dave bites down lightly on john's lower lip, because it's there. tugs his hair and tries to keep his breathing even through his nose. he was half hard to start, but getting touched is helping that out. ]

[He lets his lips part when Dave bites it, a soft, pleased noise following even if he presses his head up into Dave's hands. Keep tugging his hair, Dave, that's definitely a thing he's okay with. He's more focused on touching him though, hand more certain but still outside of Dave's boxers before he breaks the kiss.]

Your fucking jeans are ruining my game.

[ he does, a soft hum and a harder tug at john's hair when he breaks the kiss. dave has to take a second to breathe, licking his lips and looking at john in a way he hasn't really that often or ever before, pupils blown as he openly stares. it takes that handful of seconds to register what john actually said, and...okay.

he definitely didn't plan to take off his jeans at all so he's just considering it and weighing if that's a line he wants to go over or not. dave's eyes drag down john's chest, and the answer is: ]

I'll lose mine if you lose yours.

[That's an unexpected response and he falls silent for a moment, hand stilling as he stares at Dave and contemplates. He likes the way he's looking at him. He knows that much. He hadn't been planning on losing his jeans either, but there's another moment of silence before he nods in agreement.]

...deal. That does mean letting you go for a minute though.

[ dave nods and hopes it doesn't look as nervously eager as it feels.

like, it does, but he can pretend it doesn't even as he unhelpfully leans up to kiss john again. ]

[He settles for that kiss, keeping it short even as his hands move out of Dave's jeans to go for his own waistband.]

We could also stick to kissing if that is what you want.

Is that what you want? [ shit. hot potato question. dave reaches up to put a hand to either side of john's face. ] I still want this but we can slow it the fuck down if you need.

No way. I am not interested in slowing down again unless you need us to. We were going at a good speed, but then you started the kissing thing again and we got stuck. [He leans into Dave's hands.] I still want it, too.

I just like kissing you. [ it sounds sheepish but he draws back and presses up so john will give him enough room so dave can shimmy out of his jeans. ]

[He's sitting up and back to work off his own jeans, so Dave has plenty of room to do the same. Please ignore his black and blue checked boxers and give him a second to kick his jeans off of his leg to the bedroom floor.

It's occurred to him that he's now mostly naked and it's further than usual. It's also occurred to him that he's also hard and his boxers do jack shit to disguise that so...he'll deal with that later.]

[ dave's red boxers really aren't hiding much either so. cool. they're both hard and in their boxers. dave laughs. ] It isn't like I haven't hung out with you in your trunks so why - [ does this feel so. much. dave reaches up to grip john's hips, and drags him down. rocking his hips up probably feels a bit more - yeah. a lot. it's just the thin layer of cotton now and dave swallows hard. ] - fuck, yeah, okay.

[There's a shaky laugh and John complies, hips rolling slowly over Dave's and grinding down against him for the extra friction despite the incredibly thin barrier.]

I am pretty sure it was not nearly as tense when it was just our swim trunks. [Sexual tension is a Thing.] Still okay? [The hip movements are slow and deliberate.]

God yes, more than, don't you dare stop. Unless you need to. Please don't need to. [ his fingers dig into john's hips as he focuses on grinding back up against john's dick. his nerves are shattered in a good way and god, john's actually turned on and dave had worried about that for ages. ]

[John's definitely turned on and Dave doesn't have to worry about that part any longer. Instead, his rambling ignites a brief shiver even as he bends forward enough to continue rocking his hips down and drag his lips over Dave's jaw and neck.]

M'fine, don't worry...I'll make this last for a bit. [Which means he has zero intentions of stopping especially as his hand resumes to gripping Dave's hip and tracing over his hipbones and walking toward the center of his waist just below the elastic band of his boxers.]

Please please please. [ he's muttering even as one of his hands leaves john's waist to tangle in john's hair instead. dave shifts his legs further apart to give john room to settle more between them. ] I don't want to come yet, fuck that.

Shh...[Quiet and placating but he's still moving with purpose. His hips roll down again before he shifts to give his hand room, fingers sprawling over sharp bones prominent through pale skin before securely wrapping around the base of Dave's dick and pumping once or twice to see how he responds.] Relax. Focus on me, okay?

[ sharp breath in. dave yanks john's hair harder than he means to, then drags him down for a brief kiss to apologize. and also just to kiss john. he's so pale but there's color to his skin now as a flush starts to work it's way into his cheeks. ] Want me to...? [ his left hand trails from john's waist to his waistband. ] And if you think I have any room in my head for anything but you you're crazy.

[He meets him for the kiss, not at all worried about his hair as he continues moving his hand at a slow and steady pace.]

Not yet. Just relax for right now, okay? I want this to be a good thing. [Boundaries are still a thing and he's respectful of them even as his fist tightens and glides over the length of the shaft. ] Besides, I like seeing you like this.

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