herp derp two man strider pile

[brojob]

[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.]

Comments

[ticktocks]

Mm—

[ the tiny elevation doesn't phase him and as he gets more and more into it he sinks lower and lower, and for a split second he feels the tip hit the back of his throat and inhales sharply through his nose, bringing his head back up and pulling off to breathe. probably wouldn't have choked, but it startled him, anyway. ]

Fuck.

[brojob]

[Yeah, it's a little startling to him too, eyes going wide again.]

Whoah, easy. I don't want you choking to death on my dick just yet.

[ticktocks]

Yet?

[ a faint smirk, once he catches his breath. close call, but he's fine. and eager to get back to business, as it were, which he does—after taking a second to wipe the spit from his chin, gross. actually that might not even be spit, he's not too sure, but it's moist and sticky and dripping off of him so it needs to go.

have fun crafting a reply with Dave choking down your dick again without warning, Dirk. ]

[brojob]

Yeah, I- ohhhhfuck. [That pretty much comes out of nowhere, Dirk jerking hard and trying not to, y'know, thrust his hips for real this time. Because... fuck, man. Maybe it's just because DIrk is as much a first-timer as Dave, or maybe Dave is just a natural, but this is fucking incredible-feeling.]

Thanks for the wa-aaaa-rning. [He twitches again, hissing under his breath.] Shit.

[ticktocks]

[ oh fuck yes, that reaction is exactly what he was going for. he grins around the length and gives one long, slow bob of his head, flicking his tongue against the underside and employing every last awkward and clumsy trick he's learned in the past five or ten minutes to his advantage. just the sound of his voice, his breathing, the way he can't hold still—Dave feels the muscles in his belly tightening again, pulse pounding in his ears.

it is really fucking hard to resist touching himself, that's for sure. if he weren't so caught up in this hard work he might actually do it. as it is, he just rubs up against Dirk and enjoys that friction, instead. ]

[brojob]

[Yeah, he's caught onto that pretty goddamn fast, needless to say. And he wants to reciprocate, but right now? This is more than overwhelming enough, his hands slowly drifting down to take a gentle, shaky hold on Dave's head, not really pushing or guiding for the moment, just... feeling. Because it's, among other things, a sensory as experience, and he wants to get the most out of it that he can.

That, and it's kind of shocking just how intense having another person touch him can be. Intoxicatingly so.]

[ticktocks]

[ that still feels nice, too. anything and everything feels nice right now, most notably the way having his fucking brother's dick in his mouth is really pleasant and it shouldn't be but it is, even when it comes close to nudging the back of his throat again he just tries to breathe calmly and keep going, groaning quietly under his breath. who cares if it's weird, he's liking this and Dirk's definitely liking this and it's impossible not to get off on it just a little bit. ]

[brojob]

[Yeah, he's still undecided on whether or not he should still feel fucked up about this or not. All signs as of now, however, are pretty much pointing at somewhere between "who cares" and "no because you're getting off to it anyway you freak". Which is pretty dang accurate.

Whoops.]

You wanting to take all that, bro? Good l-luck.

[ticktocks]

Mm.

[ his lips quirk again at the challenge, even though he's—pretty sure there's no way he's going to be able to get that down his throat. even just the feeling of coming close to it is enough to make him moan, like he might be projecting just a little or transposing fantasies or something like that, but that's okay.

he's pretty sure based on his extensive research (ie porn) that sounding like you're getting hella off on sucking someone's dick is supposed to be a good thing, and he's pretty sure he gets bonus points for it being accurate. ]

[brojob]

[He sure is. Not like Dirk would say as much all that openly, but still. Fuck, hearing it and seeing it and feeling it in the eagerness of his movements is more than enough to drive him just a little crazy. Crazy enough that fuck, he really doesn't want this to end, but he knows it's gonna, and it's probably gonna soon, if the building intensity in his gut is anything to go by.]

Little shit. [It's hard not to give a faint, breathless laugh anyway.]

[ticktocks]

[ that just makes Dave's eyes open again, giving him a very pointed look. as pointed as he can make it when he's undoubtedly all clouded over with lust, anyway, which unbeknown to him probably makes his expression even that much more poignant. he just picks up the pace, never quite managing to catch his breath but liking how lightheaded it makes him feel, how his jaw kind of aches and his shoulders are tense and his throat is beginning to hurt from how many times Dirk's dick hits it but it just feels so damn good and he can't stop making quiet noises through his nose over it, grinding down against the mattress with uncanny desperation. ]

[brojob]

Hey, don't think I don't see you dry-humping the bed over there. [Dirk just raises a brow down at him, starting to get a little breathless.] Are you really getting that horny just from sucking my cock a little?

[ticktocks]

[ like it isn't obvious, his eyes say, but he manages a very honest-sounding noise of affirmation anyway, which is actually just half of a faint, breathy groan. between the awkward jerky friction and the hands in his hair and the heat and the taste and god just everything he literally can't stand it, it's just. too sexy to be allowed. ]

[brojob]

[He just laughs, trying and largely succeeding in avoiding sounding too winded.]

I should have f-figured you would. No offense, but you're kind of- [He pauses, biting back a gasp.] a slut.

[rehashes]

[ he makes a face, but he kind of likes the sound of it anyway, who'd have thought a virgin could be a slut anyway, and as if it proves the point he slides just a little lower until he literally can't breathe and purses his lips around the length, sucking hard as he slowly comes back up.

fuck, that hurts his jaw but he does it again anyway, just because it feels good. ]

[brojob]

Ah- [Oh sweet Jesus, yes. Yes. Where the fuck did Dave even learn this stuff? Because there's no way in hell he could have known all this just from watching porn.]

Case in point.

[ticktocks]

[ he's starting to get dizzy from all the air he's not getting but he can't stop, won't stop, it's too good and he's determined to keep milking these reactions from Dirk for all they're worth. even when he almost chokes from sinking down so low, tears springing into his eyes—he just slowly comes back up, gasps for breath through his nose and then eases back down, rhythmic and methodical.

at this point he's not even thinking about anything other than making sure Dirk's earth goat is good and got. ]

[brojob]

[Yeah, well consider it got, even if he's trying his best to hide it. You can bet he's gonna do his damnedest to get Dave back as best he can, too. He's going to show this guy up or die trying.

As for now, though, he's just struggling to breathe as deep and even as he can, determined not to let this end so damn soon.]