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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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[windeity]

Surprise me with it someday? I'm not sure when the next storm will be and I don't think that's the kind of thing either of us wants to wait on. [He's. Kind of kidding. But yeah, he plays a few notes and gives Dave another look.] ...sooo....

[parodeity]

[ dave, an idiot who distracted himself too effectively by talking about fantasies and getting stuck on the concept of blowing john on a piano bench: ] Soooo? You've already banned me from macking on you, you asshole.

[windeity]

That is not what I said? You can mack on me all you want but I still think if there is any blowing here it should be me to you. [He lifts an eyebrow.] We can also shelf the duet until later.

[parodeity]

And do what instead? [ dave raises an eyebrow right back. ]

[windeity]

What did I promise you on your birthday, babe?

[parodeity]

To make love to -

[ ............ ]

I mean, to fuck me in the ass.

[ apparently he was embarrassed by the less vulgar way of putting it. ]

[windeity]

[What if he just starts laughing instead?]

You're cute. But yes, I believe I promised to fuck you in the ass for your birthday. If you still want that.

[parodeity]

Shut the fuck up? [ he shoves at John's face, cheeks burning. ] ...but also, duh. I still want that. Even though you clearly deserve to be couched.

[ for embarrassing him. ]

[windeity]

[He's still laughing???] I mean, I can absolutely also fuck you on the couch but that seems like a bad and unsanitary idea.

[parodeity]

Okay, you should be nicer or I will kick you out of bed after you fuck me?? [ he would never. ] ...also the couch is clean? The entire house is clean, you weird neat freak.

[windeity]

You like that I'm a neat freak. [There's a grin and he floats up then, moving to grab Dave's hand.] Also you would never kick me out of bed, so nice try.

[parodeity]

Only because you're a great space heater and I don't have to clean. [ lies. he uses john's hand to haul himself up to...

hang off of john. yeah. ]

I'm sentencing you to carrying me to bed as punishment. [ he just wants to be held, hm. ]

[windeity]

Yeah, sure. Those are definitely the only reasons. [He looks at Dave though and turns to kiss his face instead.] You have to let me move a little so I can do that, you know. [Or, I guess, he'll give a lookover before he shifts to scoop Dave up under his legs and cradle him in his arms.]

I guess I should take my punishment though.

[parodeity]

Do you feel extra parental knowing we got rid of the kids pretty much solely so I could ride your dick or is it just me?

[ is he still compensating for almost calling it making love?

maybe. ]

[windeity]

[It just makes him laugh again, sorry.] A little, but the nice thing is that the babysitter was very excited to hang out with the kids. [Out of the music room they go and head for the stairs.] It is a weirdly mature move.

[parodeity]

...okay you're definitely supposed to get more flustered, I know you're definitely into the idea of me topping the fuck out of you.

[ with the dick riding. ]

Goddamnit John, have the decency to blush a little.

[windeity]

I am absolutely into that idea. A lot. Both ways, even though I think you just mean riding my dick. [He's not blushing, but there's a grin that's a little awkward because he's way into the idea.]

I do not know if I can blush on command though.

[parodeity]

...I will take your awkward smile as payment. [ he supposes. ] And that is what I mean today, yes. Assuming we don't die of critical embarrassment tonight I fully intend to fuck you at some point though?

[windeity]

We are absolutely going to be embarrassing and want to die times ten, but own up to that anyway. I say that now, but I will also probably die of crippling embarrassment then, too. I think that is just how sex is.

[parodeity]

...I'm willing to accept this as long as you actually get me off, which so far you've been good about. [ everything being a disaster is fine if he can get off at the end and then pretend it was a pure success. ]

[windeity]

Have I ever failed at that? That is maybe the only thing I am really good at when it comes to this stuff. [Up the stairs, up the staiiirs.] Granted, it helps that you think I'm really hot, I think.

[parodeity]

I think the part where I'm hopelessly fucking in love with you also plays a pretty big part. But like, yeah, also your abs.

[ hm. ]

80% abs, 20% true love.

[windeity]

Oh. That is another thing that kind of counts as a fantasy. Lick shit off my abs. [He's very pleased though.] I am surprised my arms do not play a part in it, but I'm kind of pretty hopeless for you, too, dumbass.

[parodeity]

You do realize all your fantasies are vanilla porno scenarios, right. Do you also want me to deliver you a pizza, only the pizza is my dick in a box? [ ... ] I am willing to lick chocolate or apple flavored stuff off of your abs, or I guess those uh, when you suck a lime and some salt or a shot off someone? You know.

[windeity]

That is called a body shot, and it involves tequila which I am not sure you're into? Also I am aware. I kind of don't mind some vanilla with you unless that really bothers you. Does it?