[Dave instantly grunts the moment his cock is grabbed. He's a little surprised by his own sensitivity though he shouldn't be. Another hand has never strayed to his dick before and this was worthy of founding a new holiday altogether. The day a Strider lost his virginity. Dave felt like he deserved some kind of tribal ceremony for this shit.
He knows what he wants. And he doesn't have to be careful about shit. He doesn't verbalize this. He's a little too entranced with what Mello is doing to care.
Too entranced with things like literally being shoved onto his stomach and his ass reared up into the air like he was some fucking holiday hen that was cooked up for the whole damn family to come down from Virgina to get a feasting on. His legs tremble at the back of his thighs, his mild embarrassment at being so openly displayed betraying him for a moment.
Then he makes a low keening whine, his fingers sliding into the blankets and he bites his own tongue. Sure he's fingered himself a little tiny bit before but holy hell he never thought he'd live to see the day (no seriously, he was pretty certain of his own eternal death for a whole there) that another guy would be probbing him like this. It's a little uncomfortable but painful? Taking a sword through the chest is painful. This isn't anything on that.]
Can't really say no.
[His voice is small, pitiful practically, that of a real fifteen year old's but he clears his throat and musters up some sort of self-control. Don't be such a bitch, Dave, even if you kind of want to be a bitch.]
It's ah-- not so bad.
[Meaning it's so very good. He shifts back against Mello's finger, and now that he's in deeper, his muscles begin to relax and he lets out a light, barely audible panting as he tries to adjust the full intrusion. It's more out of panic to the new adjustment than it is pain. Why couldn't assholes just be self-lubricating? Fuck you evolution. Fuck you up the ass-- oh wait.]
Do you uh- have a condom..or something..
[He feels stupid for asking. He was told vigorously by his brother that he could lay all of the people in the world he wanted but he had to be safe about it.
The concept of STDs not existing don't even enter his mind.]
Sorry bout the delay, sweet stuff.
He knows what he wants. And he doesn't have to be careful about shit. He doesn't verbalize this. He's a little too entranced with what Mello is doing to care.
Too entranced with things like literally being shoved onto his stomach and his ass reared up into the air like he was some fucking holiday hen that was cooked up for the whole damn family to come down from Virgina to get a feasting on. His legs tremble at the back of his thighs, his mild embarrassment at being so openly displayed betraying him for a moment.
Then he makes a low keening whine, his fingers sliding into the blankets and he bites his own tongue. Sure he's fingered himself a little tiny bit before but holy hell he never thought he'd live to see the day (no seriously, he was pretty certain of his own eternal death for a whole there) that another guy would be probbing him like this. It's a little uncomfortable but painful? Taking a sword through the chest is painful. This isn't anything on that.]
Can't really say no.
[His voice is small, pitiful practically, that of a real fifteen year old's but he clears his throat and musters up some sort of self-control. Don't be such a bitch, Dave, even if you kind of want to be a bitch.]
It's ah-- not so bad.
[Meaning it's so very good. He shifts back against Mello's finger, and now that he's in deeper, his muscles begin to relax and he lets out a light, barely audible panting as he tries to adjust the full intrusion. It's more out of panic to the new adjustment than it is pain. Why couldn't assholes just be self-lubricating? Fuck you evolution. Fuck you up the ass-- oh wait.]
Do you uh- have a condom..or something..
[He feels stupid for asking. He was told vigorously by his brother that he could lay all of the people in the world he wanted but he had to be safe about it.
The concept of STDs not existing don't even enter his mind.]