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DAVE STRIDER

consider this your warning about stairs. itll just keep happening bro. im telling you man

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You're lucky I want to ride your baloney pony into the sunset. [ dave says, seductively,

or like a little shit at least as he flops onto his back and grins. ]

[windeity]

[It's John's turn to push a hand on Dave's face briefly even when he hauls himself up onto the bed with him, knees on either side of Dave's hips to straddle him a bit. This is 100% the wrong position, yet here they are.]

The sun's already down, so try again.

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[ rude. sulkily: ] Please, John, I want your cock. [ it's said in the flattest tone possible. why is john sucking the fun out of talking about dicks. ]

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[There's a smirk, but he bends enough to kiss the tip of Dave's nose.] Don't sulk. Nothing good happens for boys who sulk.

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...now you sound like some sort of sexy teacher and I should not be as into that as I am. [ he's still sulking a little. ] Since you refuse to let me call your dick whatever I want on my birthday, like an asshole, you should absolutely make it up to me?

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[He grins anyway.] I mean, I would not at all be opposed to a teacher-student scenario if that's what you're into Mr. Strider.

[Shut up, John. But Dave's sulking and John reaches forward to pet at his face briefly.] I am definitely going to make it up to you though. Promise. But it's going to be a surprise how.

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What do you mean, a surprise?

[ that sounds ominous. ]

...I'm into a lot of things with you, side note.