clocked_out | continuations

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[Dave's still blinking to adjust to the light but he reflexively turns his face once he feels the weight of his shades disappear. Bad at eye contact and gunshy about his eyes which are definitely bright red and not remotely a normal human color. There's a spike of anxiety but that's mostly a reflex, too. Dave is not even slightly less ready.]

This is comparable to the early twenty-first century; no-one goes outside.

From:

turnonmycharm

[gazing at his face for a moment, lips curving into a smile]

Except you, outside and about to receive a blowjob in the grass. I get you.

[a pause]

Damn, you're nice to look at, beautiful thing.

[and kissing him again, more hungry this time, lips insistent]

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clocked_out

[That's really unfair. Dave whines into the kiss as the compliment warms through him. He can't even really be embarrassed about it; he's long accepted that his mouth is just going to do whatever and fuck his dignity so it's a good thing no-one is actually around because he's not quiet even with his tongue in someone else's mouth.]

From:

turnonmycharm

[nips at him a little, still kissing slow and deep, hands roaming up and rucking up Dave's clothes, palms hot]

From:

clocked_out

[Dave catches one of Tristan's hands in his own, roughly calloused and wet with dew. Not to stop him, just to grip on to; he's a little too shy and overwhelmed to take as much liberty exploring Tristan's body but the weight of something warm and alive that he can hold on to is deeply satisfying and comforting.]

From:

turnonmycharm

[. . . lets out a soft groan, shuddering and breaking the kiss briefly, blinking down at him]

From:

clocked_out

[Blinking back, kind of dazed, panting softly.]

Hi. [That is definitely a Reaction Tristan is having but it takes a minute to penetrate.] Are you okay?

From:

turnonmycharm

Mmh, real good. You feel really—

. . . ah, you ever hear about anybody with, like, empathetic abilities? Magic.

From:

clocked_out

Oh.

[Dave's kind of embarrassed? Not really; he doesn't kid himself about being a fucking disaster. He's trying to suss it out a little; this means Tristan can feel what he feels, emotionally...? Well he feels awesome and also like he really wants to suck Tristan's dick]

Can you feel how much I want to suck your dick? Just, as an example.

From:

turnonmycharm

. . .

[bows his head, shoulders shaking as he tries to stifle laughter. he's not very successful]

Y-yeah, yeah I can, babe.

From:

clocked_out

[Dave is extremely pleased to have made him laugh and also pet names are good??]

Ok more nuance there than I was expecting. Pretty sweet.

From:

turnonmycharm

I don't think I need any abilities for that much.

[he touches Dave's lower lip with one finger, indenting slightly]

From:

clocked_out

[Dave has not had much truck with Advanced Techniques in Being Sexy but this isn't rocket science. A flare of want abruptly pulls him back into the mood. After a brief hesitation he sucks the pad of his finger into his mout.h]

From:

turnonmycharm

[grins a little, with a soft sigh as he watches that, obviously into it]

From:

clocked_out

[Dave swallows. Alright, he was thinking this was kind of corny and overacted, as an abstract concept. But no, it's pretty hot being watched like that, feels good having so much warm skin against his tongue which is a pretty sensitive body part?? He takes Tristan's wrist so he can guide another finger into his mouth and it's definitely better, fuller.]

From:

turnonmycharm

Nnh—nice . . . ♥

[gives him a little pressure, dragging his fingers along Dave's tongue, stroking]

From:

clocked_out

[Dave makes a series of helpless noises that vibrates along the roof of his mouth. He shudders, sucking harder and making wet, popping smacks. ]

Fffgh—

From:

turnonmycharm

Oh . . . that's really nice.

[sliding a third finger past his lips]

From:

clocked_out

[Dave's still clutching Tristan's hand, so desperately his grip is shaking. Held down by Tristan's weight, he's writhing for any point of friction, erection pressed against Tristan's hip. And then Tristan stuffs another finger in his mouth and that is what makes him come, tongue still working him over as he shakes through the aftershocks. Still trying to make words]

Ffzzfus chfft!!

From:

turnonmycharm

Hmm . . . ♥

[a soft hum of amusement, shivering with pleasure through that. a little bit of a surprise, but a very gratifying one]

[he starts to draw his fingers out slowly]