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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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When it's your brother, yeah. It could be.

Could. I'll give you that, I guess.

[Dirk turns the rest of the way, skillfully hiding the tent his own... problem might make in the sheets, coming to face Dave fully. And just stares at him for another long moment.]

Guess I don't care if you don't.

[Except he kinda, but fuck that. His dick is wanting to do half the thinking for him, and honestly, if they're in the same boat, what is there to really stop him? Clinging to this half-formed idea of a family that he never had was kind of stupid anyway.]

Who said anything about not caring? That's the whole point, sharing is caring and all that, and it basically doesn't get any sharinger and caringer than—that.

[ which is, you know, true, but also him saying it in his native language of southwestern douche. ]

Alright. Then how about you care and cut the bullshit for like, two seconds, and share a little honest fucking conversation with me.

[He leans in a little, lips set in a firm line.]

Do you really want to throw caution and societal taboos to the wind and have sex with me? Simple yes or no will suffice.

[ without the bullshit Dave is a lot less comfortable and a lot more quiet, giving Dirk a long look while he thinks it over. which is kind of hard to do when half of his brain activity is under the influence of his hormones, but still. he must've wanted it enough to do whatever they did last night—there's nothing quite like alcohol to bring out the plain and honest intentions in a person, after all.

a faint swallow. ]

Yes.

[Fuck. He's never both wanted or dreaded a positive answer so bad in his life.]

Okay. [He nods.] Cool. It's good to get one hundred percent on the same page here.

Yeah.

[ now he's gone and been thrown off his game, lost whatever control he may or may not have had on the situation, and isn't quite sure how to proceed. he turns toward Dirk finally, jostling the blankets and shaking off the heavier of the two (it was too warm for that shit anyway). ]

Like the bruises didn't make it perfectly damn obvious that I wanted it bad in the first place.

Yeah, well in spite of the company I keep, I'm not always entirely inherently trusting of drunken priorities.

[Dirk edges just the tiniest bit closer, heart speeding up. This is wrong. So fucking wrong. But he wants it.]

Yeah, well, you're pretty uptight. Think it'd do you some good.

[ his throat feels a little dry and he swallows uselessly in hopes of fixing that problem a little as he gets closer. it doesn't do much and he figures he may as well just get used to the feeling for awhile, even if it is awkward. even more awkward is pressing dry lips against Dirk's, but he figures there's more to that funny feeling than just the fact that his mouth's dry, at the very least.

more than anything, it makes his the muscles in his lower stomach tighten just enough to be noticeable, enough to make him squirm in place to get a little relief from it. ]

[That makes him jump a little. And hell, it might as well be his first for how funny it makes him feel. Still, it... oh fuck it, if he just goes ahead and jumps into this, maybe he'll get over it, leaning in and trying to make it an actual kiss, lips pressing firmly against Dave's.

He wishes he could remember what it felt like last night, or if it was as awkward then as it is now.]

[ given that they were so into it, he figures they must've been on the ball. or at least he was, since Dirk is the one that came out of it covered in scratches bordering on bloody and raised bruises all over anywhere that's visible. whatever person did that, he wants to be that, because it's probably a lot cooler than the guy he is right now, all stiff as a board with his hands clenched in the sheets, working his mouth against Dirk's with little to no finesse but trying to play it off like He Got This.

at least it feels good. ]

[Good, yes, but kind of weirdly unsettling. Like he can't... he just can't quite move past the most jarring part about this. After all, you don't spend sixteen years of your life idolizing a man long-dead but more awesome than anyone you have ever known who is also your only known blood relative and then turn around and mack on a teenage version of him while sober like it's nothing. You just don't.]

Fuck- [He mumbles a little against Dave's lips, pulling back after a few more prolonged, awkward moments.] This is awkward, isn't it?

No, it's not.

[ the more they think on it the harder it's going to be to actually do and he wants it, he doesn't know why and probably shouldn't but he does. he sits up as best he can while tangled up in the blankets and hovers over Dirk, grabs his hair and pulls him into another kiss. ]

he may be really emotionally irresponsible and doesn't have a clue what he's doing, but he is one determined kid. ]

[Oh fuck, that feels good. Okay. Yeah, that's... mn, that's a bit better.]

Mng- [He carefully threads his arms around Dave's shoulders, pulling him a little closer, just to see what happens. That and, well, he kinda really just wants to touch. Like, everywhere. A lot.]

[ if he actually stopped to think about this he might actually be pretty incredulous at himself for managing this, for even being this bold because seriously, this is his bro—maybe not the same Bro that he grew up with, but details. there is just something fundamentally wrong about how good it feels to pull his hair, claim his mouth, slide over and press against him, blood pounding hot under the surface and the sensation of skin-on-skin contact sending little shockwaves of pleasure down his spine that pool between his legs.

fuck. he tries to keep the kiss from getting sloppy and wet but it almost seems like the second he parts his lips he can't do anything but slobber and he has to draw back for a second to catch his breath before he tries again, murmuring quietly against the older Strider's mouth. ]

[Holy raging hormones, Batman, yeah. He's noticing that, for sure. And it's... kinda hot. Like, really hot. That a guy who would grow up and probably turn out just as mad awesome as his bro could get this fucking worked up just over kissing him.

Fucked up, too, when he applies that logic, but y'know what? There's really no escaping that factor now. Especially not when he'd just as happily get caught up in the hot, heavy, delicious way Dave's mouth works against his own. And yeah, it is wet and slobbery, but it's all so filthy that he can't help but like it. Same way he can't help but like the touching and the hair-pulling and just... all of it. He's more than happy to let this eager little motherfucker (brotherfucker, actually, he corrects himself a little too quickly) go to town on him if he wants it that fucking bad.]

[ in his defense, he pretty much woke up with a massive boner as it was, and everything else is just fueling the fire. but then again, he is also just really hormonal and naively virginal enough to be easy to work up, too. he prides himself on not being a writhing, moaning mess or anything—although he does manage to completely accidentally rub up against Dirk's leg and the sensation it gives him is enough to elicit a soft cry.

before long, though, he pulls their mouths apart to breathe, turning his head to break the little string of spit connecting them. good god that is gross. but hot. wet and hot and heavy and clumsy and holy shit Dirk needs to just keep touching him please. ]

[Yeah, being able to see Dave and see the desperation on his face and his naked, heaving chest and even the evidence from their sloppy, heated makeouts is just... it's all driving him fucking crazy, is what it is, hot damn. Subsequently, Dave shouldn't be too surprised when Dirk just goes ahead and transfers his arms to the other blond's waist and just drags him up into his lap, just barely avoiding smashing him against his own erection in the process. Which, y'know, he figured would be a good next step, but the way his body just aches makes it pretty hard to resist dragging him the rest of the way and just grinding against him, without any trace of shame.

Which is exactly what he does.]

Oh fuck.

Mmh—

[ it's a pretty huge jump from the occasional accidental brush of skin to being on top of him and rubbing their dicks together with reckless abandon, but Dave certainly doesn't mind. the first time it happens he out-and-out gasps, flushing clear down the back of his neck and fingers curling against Dirk's collarbone, which he rests his hands on to steady himself. once he gains better purcahse he leans even further forward, pressing close, flush against Dirk's body, hips rocking forward.

jesus christ. he muffles a moan into his shoulder, awkward and clumsy but desperate more of that fucking amazing friction. ]

God damn that feels good.

Yeah- [His voice is thick with arousal, shuddering hard because damn, he didn't realize just how worked up he was until he got that contact and now he's just... Jesus Christ, he can feel it, feel the shape and the heat through his underwear and through the sheets still tangled around Dave's hips and fuck, it's good.]

Yeah, it does.

[ he'd start up a rhythm but he can't quite seem to get the angle exactly right every single time, his movements sporadic and jerky, a low breath each time he manages to get it right where it feels the best and before long he has to bite down on Dirk's neck to quiet himself down because it is hard (heh) not to moan unabashedly right in his face. ]

Fuck.

[He can't quite bite back the hiss at that, gripping Dave tight.]

Shit, if you have to bite me, at least bite somewhere fresh. I'm still tender.

[ like you don't love it, he thinks with a faint smirk, panting (however unintentionally) against Dirk's ear and digging his nails in, anchoring himself and sitting up on his lap. what's left of the blankets are shrugged off and he's completely on display, back arched and hips rutting desperately against Dirk's without a shred of shame in sight. ]

Can't help it, that's just, nnh, where I like it best.

[Holy fuck, way to be a waking wet dream, Dave.

Virginal slut indeed.]

Sorry if I'm not as down for permanent tendon damage. I'm serious, bite... [He groans faintly, giving a hard jab with his hips.] I don't know, somewhere else.

[So he might like it a little bit, even though the aching pang of pressure on such tender skin isn't nearly as pleasant. Teeth on fresh skin, however, is welcome. Enough so that he's actually kind of trying to awkwardly nudge Dave in the right direction, further from his neck, on his shoulder.]

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