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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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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.]

[ his breath hitches at that jab, slumping back down and stalling in what could uselessly be called a "beat," taking a moment to just breathe and rein himself in a little. it's not as though he's about to shoot off right this second, but there is such a thing, he thinks, as being overloaded with pleasure all at once and he's not too sure but he thinks he might be reaching that point. either way slowing it down can't hurt, especially if it means he gets to focus on other things, like sinking his teeth into the crest of Dirk's shoulder and dragging his hands down his chest just for the sake of touching him. ]

Better?

Nngh. [Yep, no biting back the shudder there. Dirk can't help but kick himself just a little internally for it, fingers drifting downwards to Dave's hipbones and squeezing hard.]

Yeah.

[It's a bit of a mutter, Dirk deciding to take that lull in their frantic grinding as an opportunity to oh-so-lovingly claw his brother's sides and lower back in retaliation.]

Good.

[ the sound he makes is almost like a whine, contorting a little, although it's less to escape it and more just because it hurts too good to sit still through. he's not as susceptible to it as he thinks Dirk might be, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy both that and the taste of hot, salty skin against his tongue as he slides a little lower, scraping his teeth against Dirk's collarbone. ]

[Nah, if Dave were that sensitive, he'd kind of just have to laugh. The result is pretty satisfying, though, digging his nails in a little harder.]

Fuck... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were some kind of sadist.

Me? Couldn't be.

[ yeah the fake coy act isn't fooling anyone Dave. he doesn't even have any business behaving like that when he's as awkward and inexperienced as he is, but it's kind of fun to pretend, anyway. the nails in his skin make him writhe and he bites that much harder for it, dipping lower and grazing his teeth over one of Dirk's nipples just to see what he does. ]

[Well he definitely shudders just a little, the sensation foreign, though surprisingly pleasant.]

Yeah, I think you are. [Dirk's breath hitches just a bit, a smirk slipping across his lips.] A sadist with an oral fixation.

Guess you caught me.

[ despite being busted, though, he just keeps at it. kissing along his skin, maybe even sucking at it, though he figures it's a lot harder to leave hickies on his chest than it was on his neck, and that's not really the point, anyway. actually he's not sure there is a point.

at any rate, he's just working his way down Dirk's body, mostly with his mouth, though his hands do trail down along with him, lightly clawing. ]

[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. ]

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