[If his noises were anything to go by, Dave was perfectly fine with Mello taking charge. He squints his eyes shut behind his shades and yeah, yeah, this is something new. Something he has half a mind of wondering why he had never tried this sort of thing out before. Then again, it was difficult to explore your own body sexually when at any given moment a screaming gray fuckhead of Karkat Vantas could come barging in without the slightest reproach for privacy. Douchebag. Loss time was being made up for and a part of Dave wanted to insist that Mello hurry it up quicker, put more fingers in now, take him now. It was that over-eagerness that people could have at times but Dave didn't vocalize any of it. He knew better than that at the very least.
He frowns against the bed. A small part of his mind, the part that the city had stroked upon, let him know that no, it wasn't a problem, but being raised up how he had, it made him want to argue a bit.
Eventually, he gave in.]
Nah, that's fine. It'll feel better anyway.
[Right? That's what they say anyway. 'They' being the league of mysterious men from all over the world. That common fact that you have to find out for yourself if it's actually true or not. Dave doesn't need to be eased. He doesn't need the reassurance or the support. He's not a shaking girl on her prom night with a hundred dollar dress bought at Macy's hiked up over her too narrow hips with a pair of granny panties at the ankles. C'mon. He's got some more prestige than that and his hips rotating back onto Mello's fingers announce that loud and clear.
And it's met with something that drill Dave's mind with needle-sharp spike of pleasure and pain. He grits his teeth and tuck his face inbetween his hands, huffing because oh fuck, fuck, fuck that was nice.
And it helps move things along, stretch him out, getting him gapping a little more.]
Add- another.
[Simple command but it's the green light to fucking go and fuck him with two fingers because this one finger bullshit is starting to feel more like a tease than anything solid to bite into.]
okay NOW i should be at a more regular pace jfc
He frowns against the bed. A small part of his mind, the part that the city had stroked upon, let him know that no, it wasn't a problem, but being raised up how he had, it made him want to argue a bit.
Eventually, he gave in.]
Nah, that's fine. It'll feel better anyway.
[Right? That's what they say anyway. 'They' being the league of mysterious men from all over the world. That common fact that you have to find out for yourself if it's actually true or not. Dave doesn't need to be eased. He doesn't need the reassurance or the support. He's not a shaking girl on her prom night with a hundred dollar dress bought at Macy's hiked up over her too narrow hips with a pair of granny panties at the ankles. C'mon. He's got some more prestige than that and his hips rotating back onto Mello's fingers announce that loud and clear.
And it's met with something that drill Dave's mind with needle-sharp spike of pleasure and pain. He grits his teeth and tuck his face inbetween his hands, huffing because oh fuck, fuck, fuck that was nice.
And it helps move things along, stretch him out, getting him gapping a little more.]
Add- another.
[Simple command but it's the green light to fucking go and fuck him with two fingers because this one finger bullshit is starting to feel more like a tease than anything solid to bite into.]