[It's so fucking different from a bulge: The texture, the taste, the thickness already almost filling his mouth with just this much. He laps the precum at the tip with an obscene noise, getting a feel for how he can move his tongue with his mouth so full. Wraps his hand around the rest but he's a little too focused for multi-tasking other than trying to lick and suck at the same time.]
[. . . shudders, eating up those feelings, letting out a low groan. usually feeling what other people are feeling is just sort of a bonus. sometimes a curse. right now it's just overwhelming, but in a good way, something new, something exhilarating—]
[After that initial burst of enthusiasm, Dave slows down a bit. Pulls off enough to palm over the head of Tristan's dick and slick his hand with his own spit. Gasps out a soft little 'fucking god' before he takes him in again, a little deeper, wet hand curving around him.]
[a little laugh at that, but he doesn't make a pointed comment. instead, he gets a better grip in Dave's hair, pushing his head down juuuust ever so slightly]
[chokes on a comment of his own and moans, pushing himself down a little farther. He starts to fall into a rhythm, dragging Tristan's dick against his tongue as he bobs. This is one hundred percent enthusiasm fueling the quality of this blowjob.]
[After a mumbled questioning noise he does, embrassment lancing through him as hot as arousal when he thinks about what this looks like. He can't hold his gaze for long, dropping his lashes]
[Dave feels fucking lewd as hell in a way that's both searing hot and totally ridiculous since it's not like he had any standards of decency to begin with. The intensity of it starts to edge out his stamina and he starts pumping Tristan's shaft while he sucks the tip until his jaw aches like obviously after all that he's going to fucking swallow.]
[lets Dave indulge himself—indulge both of them—a little longer, though his breath is coming fast and hard, hands pulling and stroking at his hair. he's starting to seem a little undone, letting out low, breathy noises of approval, cock really ahrd in Dave's mouth, heavy with precome]
Fuck, [he moans hot over Tristan's dick, high on Tristan losing it under him. He's barely balanced on his own trembling elbow and it's almost too much to resist just sinking down under the weight of Tristan's warm, heavy hands and burying his face in his lap.] Tristan. Fuck, I, your dick—[sucks him again, reminded he can't blow someone and talk at the same time.]
[that really is the struggle with this, huh? Tristan's can sympathize with that plight. he also, apparently, finds it super hot, judging by the way he's shuddering, knees bending a little so he can brace his heels in the grass, getting more leverage to rock into Dave's mouth, grip his hair, hold him there gently but firmly as Tristan shudders and starts to come]
[His come is hotter than Dave expected, body-warm against his tongue and going down his throat as he swallows. He's really spent too long with trolls. Picked up their weird genetic fluid fetish because being held down and forced to swallow really fucking works for him on a conceptual level.]
[alternately petting his head and pulling his hair taut, rough and gentle, sexual and affectionate. it . . . takes him a little while to come down from that, breath coming audibly hard. he gently starts to tug Dave back, fingers trailing down his cheek]
[Is it cool!! Feels uncool. Sitting back on his heels he rakes a hand back through his face, uses his shirt to wipe the sweat off the bridge of his nose so he can slide his shades back on. It's so instinctual he doesn't even think about it, but he does immediately feel a bit more settled.]
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Date: 2017-06-19 03:07 am (UTC)[just letting out a little sound, otherwise going quiet, just kneading his fingers into Dave's hair]
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Date: 2017-06-19 04:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-06-19 04:24 am (UTC)[he's really hard]
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Date: 2017-06-19 04:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-06-20 02:17 am (UTC)[a little laugh at that, but he doesn't make a pointed comment. instead, he gets a better grip in Dave's hair, pushing his head down juuuust ever so slightly]
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Date: 2017-06-20 03:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-06-20 03:16 am (UTC)[low, almost a purr, equal amounts aroused and amused]
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Date: 2017-06-20 03:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-06-20 03:50 am (UTC)Ohhh, what a nice sight ♥
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Date: 2017-06-20 04:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-06-20 05:05 am (UTC)Mmh—nnnh . . .
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Date: 2017-06-20 05:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2017-06-20 11:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-06-20 11:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-06-20 11:41 pm (UTC)[Dave is so, so pliable. He practically collapses into kissing Tristan, satisfaction pouring off of him.]
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Date: 2017-06-20 11:52 pm (UTC)Oh ♥ You really know how to make a guy feel appreciated ♥
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Date: 2017-06-21 12:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-06-21 12:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-06-23 02:18 pm (UTC)Fuck, sorry, I think I just need, to maybe not lose my god damn shit for a minute, hold on.
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Date: 2017-06-23 02:42 pm (UTC)It's cool, babe.
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Date: 2017-06-23 02:58 pm (UTC)Sorry, I'm good. I'm honestly, fucking fantastic.
[and the emotional report says he is!!]
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Date: 2017-06-23 03:02 pm (UTC)That was pretty fantastic.
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Date: 2017-06-23 03:26 pm (UTC)That went, just
fucking swimmingly???
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