[Dave almost gets up at the command to stay down. Simply out of teenage revolt against any thing that even so much as resembled a command. He never had a good chance to really defy authority and stick it to the man. Of course, he doesn't do any of this and remains where he is. He's too horny to fuck around and maybe he'll harass Mello later and give him a taste of hellish annoyance that most people experience when dealing with Dave Strider. The kid who won't shut the fuck up already.
He watches Mello from his position and he feels wary, like maybe they ought to stretch him out a little more. If his Bro was here, he'd probably clap Dave on the shoulder, tell him to take it like a man, take the pain in stride. So that's what Dave planned on doing and take a deep breath was precisely what he did. It feels good. All of it. The touching, the intent behind Mello's fingers. Makes his skin crawl and hum with anticipation.
He rolls his face into the mattress and takes another stuttering deep breath. Mello's cock might be nothing massive but it sure is bigger than a finger. His cheeks are flushed hot both with mild anxiety and sheer arousal.
He makes a throaty noise because fuck this was going to hurt a little. But he was freaking out. Striders don't freak out. So, another deep breath and Dave visibly relaxes, his spine sloping with ease, his ass unclenching itself from around Mello, and his legs slide apart.
Best place to smut if you ask me
He watches Mello from his position and he feels wary, like maybe they ought to stretch him out a little more. If his Bro was here, he'd probably clap Dave on the shoulder, tell him to take it like a man, take the pain in stride. So that's what Dave planned on doing and take a deep breath was precisely what he did. It feels good. All of it. The touching, the intent behind Mello's fingers. Makes his skin crawl and hum with anticipation.
He rolls his face into the mattress and takes another stuttering deep breath. Mello's cock might be nothing massive but it sure is bigger than a finger. His cheeks are flushed hot both with mild anxiety and sheer arousal.
He makes a throaty noise because fuck this was going to hurt a little. But he was freaking out. Striders don't freak out. So, another deep breath and Dave visibly relaxes, his spine sloping with ease, his ass unclenching itself from around Mello, and his legs slide apart.
Come inside.]