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[Holy hell, sleeping in the same bed as another person is fucking stifling.

That's pretty much the first thought in Dirk's mind upon waking up, shortly following the split second of confusion as to why he feels like he's been swaddled in blankets and stuffed into a furnace. And the even longer moment of not being sure if he likes it or not. And the even longer moment after that that still hasn't ended where he's not really sure how they ended up like this. Because that blond head of hair definitely does not belong to Roxy, or even Rose. In fact, nobody is this bony, except for-

Ah. Well that little peek under the covers explains it. Sadly, it doesn't also explain exactly why his pants are missing. That part is still pretty much eluding him.]

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[Even if Dirk were pretending he didn't like this, Dave shouldn't buy it for a second, because damn, he can't help but twist this way and that, leaning backwards and arching pleasantly to encourage more of those touches. He never realized he could feel just so sensitive, or so warm, because his skin feels like its on fire wherever the other boy's hands or mouth drift to.

And boy, with that downward path, he can't help but get rock hard with anticipation, if this is going where he thinks it is.]

[ oh, it is. Dave may not be specifically planning on it, but it is. he nips and sucks and bites his whole way down and eventually he's at the edge of the bed with his hands on Dirk's hips, pressing his thumbs into them and leaning forward to lick a trail up from the waistband of his underwear up to his navel. ]

Looks like I hit a dead end.

[ as if a pair of boxer brief is really stopping him. he never knew he could even be such a tease. ]

Are you sure? Because I'm sure there's a way around it.

[Yep, he sure is flushed and breathless now, propped up on his elbows, shirt still riding up, effectively hiding nothing.]

I dunno, maybe.

[ his eyes flick up, watching Dirk's reaction as he moves even lower and trails his lips over the really obvious outline of his erection through his underwear. he's a bit shy about it and he hopes it doesn't show, but it's not like he just does this kind of thing every day. especially not, you know, putting his mouth on his older-younger brother's dick and giving him a sultry look straight out of penthouse magazine or something. definitely not an everyday activity for him. ]

Think I'm headed in the right direction, though.

Yeah. Yeah, you are.

[The twitch of said erection against those soft, surprisingly-full lips probably says all it needs to about how eager he is.]

Dang. You're really into that, huh?

[ he may be playing it up, but that is some honest, legit surprise right there. he glances down to watch what he's doing, the way his tongue trails along the fabric-covered outline all the way from the bottom to the top. the texture isn't all that pleasant to be licking but it's worth it to see Dirk squirm like that. ]

[It's hard to hold back noise at that, but he manages. Mostly.]

You're touching my dick, of course I am.

[ what if he just... gently mouths at it... it's kind of a pain in the ass to do through his underwear but he manages. and if Dirk is wondering why he's still beating around the bush, it's because he hasn't quite gotten up the gumption to take the damn things off already. this is as bold as he can get without out-and-out blushing and turning away. ]

Yeah, but still. Dang.

Hey, you have someone- nngh. [He clenches his jaw, trying not to squirm.] try and suck you off through your underwear and try not to go apeshit. [Dirk lets out a breathy little laugh.] Asshole.

I'm pretty sure I could handle it, dude.

[ he says, with his lips pressed right against the tip of Dirk's dick like he's talking into a microphone. asshole. ]

You talk pretty big for a virgin, bro. How can you be sure?

[Boy, is he tempted to reach down and just slam Dave's face into his crotch.]

What, you don't believe me? Wanna test it out?

[ even if he is having such a nice time rubbing his face all over Dirk's clothed dick, insofar as anyone can have a nice time while doing that. ]

Sure, if you really want to avoid blowing me that much.

I'm not avoiding it.

[ damn it, he was hoping he wouldn't get called on it. although it really isn't that he doesn't want to just—wow, gulp ]

So you're just that much of a cocktease.

Jesus, dude, if you want me choking down your beef cleaver that badly you could just say so.

[ when in doubt turn the blame around. ]

I gave you the green light ages ago, man. But here, just for your benefit, I'll make myself clear.

[Which is funny, because he himself kinda chokes for a split second on how to ask, but his grip is pretty sure when he reaches down to thread his fingers through Dave's hair, nudging him downwards.]

Blow me.

Mmph—

[ he squirms away from Dirk's hands just long enough to lift his head and reach up, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Dirk's underwear and drags them down, working his way around and oops accidentally touching his butt as he pulls the boxer briefs off. he tosses them over his shoulder, and boy is he glad he was leaning back because if he had been any closer he might've gotten hit in the face with his dick.

he has to take a second to just. admire that beef cleaver. from a few angles. and maybe steel himself a little because he is truthfully a bit intimidated to put that in his mouth, so maybe just starting out with some slow, tentative licks along the head will help. ]

[Well just having those stupid boxer-briefs off is a good first step, because damn. That feels good. Having a face all up in his crotchal region is throwing him off just a little, but it's also exciting enough that it's making his pulse race just that little extra bit.

As for the way his chest is kind of heaving, well. You can blame pretty much everything about this for that.]

[ all things considered, Dirk is being pretty patient. Dave has to take that into account. he's still kind of shy and tentative, but he's gotten this far on just winging it, so a little more can't hurt. with that thought in mind, his lips part, tongue darting out again—and then slowly, he takes the tip into his mouth with a quiet murmur.

sure is kind of salty and weird. ]

[Ohfuck-

Yeah, he has to fight a whole-body twitch at that, eyes going pretty fucking wide behind his shades. Holy fuck, that feels so weird and so good and he really really wants more but all he can really do is lay here and watch.]

Oh.

[ his eyes flick up and his lips quirk a little. that's a good reaction. and in a weird way, he can't help liking that he's being watched, even if he doesn't know what he's doing and is probably nothing but awkward and clumsy and slobbery about it. he takes a shallow breath in through his nose and sinks a little lower, rubbing his tongue along the underside and sucking at what little he can get in his mouth, only belatedly remembering to bob his head. ]

Nnh.

[Like anything Dave could do—save using his teeth or something—could possibly not feel fucking amazing right now, Jesus Christ.]

Y-yeah. Pretty much. [He lets out a heavy exhale, trying to let himself just relax and enjoy it. Which, y'know, he's doing a much, much better job of the latter than the former. Not like anyone can really blame him. I mean, it's pretty much baby's first blowjob, for lack of a less gross phrase. It's pretty much doomed to shake him to his core.]

[ shaking to the core is kind of what he's going for, anyway—at least, he thinks so. he's not exactly the authority on blowjobs and what to do with them. still, as long as he's not fucking it up royally, he'll keep going, sinking down as low as he can get before he feels a little flutter of panic in his stomach and has to rise back up, gasping for breath. it takes a few times with that happening before he finally gets a handle on his limits, and he's proud of what he can manage rather than disappointed that he can't do more, watching Dirk's face a little longer and then letting his eyes fall shut as he picks up a rhythm to the bobbing of his head.

...fuck, is it supposed to feel this good just to be sucking someone's dick? he can't help squirming a little because that feeling is definitely going straight to his own, a pleased flush settling over his skin again. ]

[Maybe. Dirk's gonna go ahead and assume so, because it's really, really hot. Dave is really hot in general. Is that fucked-up to think? Because he's thinking it anyway. And fuck, it's making his own face get all hot, and his hips maybe just oh-so-gently arch up? It's too small to be a thrust, but definitely enough to reveal just how into this he really is.]

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