Stranger Than You Dreamt It [8/9?]
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September 28 2011, 04:29:06 UTC
He's not quite ready to let one of those clawed hands near his dick, especially when Tavros' eyes are closed and unable to direct his movements, so he pulls his fingers free and wraps them around himself, hissing at the glide of them. Troll lube is awesome, even if it's orange.
Tavros moans and looks around to see why Dave stopped, and his gaze fixes upon where Dave is stroking himself. He doesn't think his dick has ever gotten this much attention before. Good thing he's not self-conscious.
"Hard," is all he's able to get out without his voice shaking, and Tavros scoots back to get a better look.
His eyes are wide, and he looks more like he wants to…eat it, than anything else. As soon as that tongue flicks out, Dave's giving an urgent cry of "No teeth!" Because as uncool as it might be to freak out, it would be even worse to get bit off by a turned-on troll who might not know any better. Though, with a dick like he's got, Dave can't really imagine trolls being fond of teeth, either.
With another one of those smiles that makes Dave feel almost bad about this whole situation - because Tavros seems way too cute to be dripping troll juice onto the floor - he scoots back even more, settling himself on his knees and elbows, and fuck, that is the hottest expression he's ever seen on the other boy's face. Tavros is looking at him like he knows exactly what he's doing. Like he knows how Dave is going to react and is merely waiting to see it.
And maybe he does, because when he wraps his tongue around Dave's cock more than once, he doesn't seem at all surprised when Dave gasps and rocks into it. Tavros laughs, and everything vibrates, and Dave's eyes roll back in his head just a little. Those fangs are only a distant worry, as long as Tavros' tongue is. Everything's hot and wet and twisting and stroking and Dave could definitely get off from this.
But Tavros is whining, and he can't leave the other guy hanging. Wouldn't be gentlemanly. So he swallows and manages a, "Tavbro?"
Tavros pulls back, which is sad, but at least Dave can think now. What is he supposed to ask, though? Hey, I noticed you have this thing that reminds me a lot of a vagina. Mind if I shove my dick in it? I think you might like it.
The troll's lips twitch at one corner, and for one terrifying moment, Dave wonders if he said that out loud. Or if Tavros can read minds. Shit, can Tavros read minds!?
"I told you. You can."
"But do you…" Dave doesn't want this to be some sort of obligatory thanks for taking care of me fuck. But he also doesn't want to seem presumptuous and ask if Tavros is intending to have sex with him. (Dave isn't sure what else he'd be planning, however.) Worst, though, would be pressuring Tavros into this.
"Dave, I'm making, a mess here." /So hurry and stop it up./
The sudden realization that, holy fuck, Tavros is in his head is slightly offset by the sexy-as-hell suggestion and the fact that it's coming from Tavros. The whole sentence hadn't quite been there, but the implication sure was, and damn, if Dave isn't obliging.
Tavros watches Dave think in bemusement, and when the expression finally registers in Dave's brain, he might have blushed if all his blood weren't currently pounding through his cock.
He prefers to be obliging, as planned. Look, he's even standing up and walking all the way around Tavros' spread wings as the troll shivers, and damn, Tavros really is making a mess. Dave wonders idly what it would be like to eat him out. The human kneels behind him, his fingers drawn to the flushed opening like they can't wait to play with it. And maybe they can't. Dragging through the stuff trailing down Tavros' thigh, he takes note of the way those hips shift down and back. Tavros doesn't even need to be in his head to tell him what he wants.
Two fingers make the troll keen, and Dave is positive that they're going to need more than one towel after this.
Though he's shaking and making amazing soft noises that make Dave want to fuck him silly, Tavros doesn't push. Doesn't beg. He's patient. Trusting that Dave will take care of him.
Tavros moans and looks around to see why Dave stopped, and his gaze fixes upon where Dave is stroking himself. He doesn't think his dick has ever gotten this much attention before. Good thing he's not self-conscious.
"Hard," is all he's able to get out without his voice shaking, and Tavros scoots back to get a better look.
His eyes are wide, and he looks more like he wants to…eat it, than anything else. As soon as that tongue flicks out, Dave's giving an urgent cry of "No teeth!" Because as uncool as it might be to freak out, it would be even worse to get bit off by a turned-on troll who might not know any better. Though, with a dick like he's got, Dave can't really imagine trolls being fond of teeth, either.
With another one of those smiles that makes Dave feel almost bad about this whole situation - because Tavros seems way too cute to be dripping troll juice onto the floor - he scoots back even more, settling himself on his knees and elbows, and fuck, that is the hottest expression he's ever seen on the other boy's face. Tavros is looking at him like he knows exactly what he's doing. Like he knows how Dave is going to react and is merely waiting to see it.
And maybe he does, because when he wraps his tongue around Dave's cock more than once, he doesn't seem at all surprised when Dave gasps and rocks into it. Tavros laughs, and everything vibrates, and Dave's eyes roll back in his head just a little. Those fangs are only a distant worry, as long as Tavros' tongue is. Everything's hot and wet and twisting and stroking and Dave could definitely get off from this.
But Tavros is whining, and he can't leave the other guy hanging. Wouldn't be gentlemanly. So he swallows and manages a, "Tavbro?"
Tavros pulls back, which is sad, but at least Dave can think now. What is he supposed to ask, though? Hey, I noticed you have this thing that reminds me a lot of a vagina. Mind if I shove my dick in it? I think you might like it.
The troll's lips twitch at one corner, and for one terrifying moment, Dave wonders if he said that out loud. Or if Tavros can read minds. Shit, can Tavros read minds!?
"I told you. You can."
"But do you…" Dave doesn't want this to be some sort of obligatory thanks for taking care of me fuck. But he also doesn't want to seem presumptuous and ask if Tavros is intending to have sex with him. (Dave isn't sure what else he'd be planning, however.) Worst, though, would be pressuring Tavros into this.
"Dave, I'm making, a mess here." /So hurry and stop it up./
The sudden realization that, holy fuck, Tavros is in his head is slightly offset by the sexy-as-hell suggestion and the fact that it's coming from Tavros. The whole sentence hadn't quite been there, but the implication sure was, and damn, if Dave isn't obliging.
Tavros watches Dave think in bemusement, and when the expression finally registers in Dave's brain, he might have blushed if all his blood weren't currently pounding through his cock.
He prefers to be obliging, as planned. Look, he's even standing up and walking all the way around Tavros' spread wings as the troll shivers, and damn, Tavros really is making a mess. Dave wonders idly what it would be like to eat him out. The human kneels behind him, his fingers drawn to the flushed opening like they can't wait to play with it. And maybe they can't. Dragging through the stuff trailing down Tavros' thigh, he takes note of the way those hips shift down and back. Tavros doesn't even need to be in his head to tell him what he wants.
Two fingers make the troll keen, and Dave is positive that they're going to need more than one towel after this.
Though he's shaking and making amazing soft noises that make Dave want to fuck him silly, Tavros doesn't push. Doesn't beg. He's patient. Trusting that Dave will take care of him.
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