over_clocked

Apparently turning you on ain't exactly rocket science. [brief, hmm thought]

And I think I actually know some shit about rocket science.

[ok so i have to test if you like nails on your dick

doing it lightly tho]

Yeah congratu-fucking-lations you can turn on a teenage boy would you like a medal or a holy fuck what are you

[flopping over to he's laying tucked against his side, a full-body twitch running down his spine]

Bro Jesus, I—[fumbling a hand across Dirk's stomach]

[well that means you're probably in a good position for me to roll us over, kissing Dave again, briefly this time]

I wanted to suck you off anyway.

Look, hey what about the plan I just laid out, the one where I suck you off first?

[resist urge to totally override you]

I think we've run off the rails but if you want to get this bullet train to Cocksuckers City back on track that can probably be arranged.

[let's. go of your dick]

[fffffhkgfdjk you actually. listened to me.]

Yes. Ok, this is your conductor speaking: get up here, or something...

[grabbing his hips 8|]

[well i am at least definitely hard now, scoots forward on his knees, straddling you]

[putting his hands on your belt, jerking it loose]

Welcome to the SS I don't fucking know what trains are called, let's call this the O train, first stop: Boner city. After Boner City, Boner Town, then Floppy Dick County and no we will not be making a stop at Jizz in Dave's Eye.

[you are basically adorable no matter what you're doing??]

Considering you got protective eye-wear and everything that would be god damned impressive.

You are gonna be at pretty much a perfect angle to get past these bullet-proof defenses.

[sliiiiding down your zipper]

[there sure is a dick in there

it is rock hard for you]

If you keep it in your mouth I think you'll be safe.

[sliding hand into your hair, are you sure you want to go first dude]

I'm pretty shit at keeping things in my mouth, I don't know if you picked up on that or not.

[licks his lips, not anticipatory just--ohgod what am i about to do with this thing it's my brothers dick and it's about to touch my tongue and there is liquid there already maybe I can lick... around it.

okay

licking the bottom of his shaft]

[it's a dick, it tastes like dick.

if dirk notices you are trying to pussy around cocksucking he doesn't seem to mind, since you immediately get a heavy exhale and he leans forward, his free hand going to the arm of the couch and bracing himself over you while he mooostly avoids crowding your face with his cock.]

[I am not exactly UP ON how dicks taste

except maybe now I am.

stops licking to look up at him, which isn't hard at this angle... Maybe I can, ok swiping his thumb over the tip to wipe away the precome, gets his pointer finger to help and surreptitiously wipes it on Dirk's jeans before actually taking the tip into his mouth]

[i am totally watching you

so i didn't miss that totally subtle manuver there

but if anything finds it kind of amusing

is breathing slow and intense and despite an ...encouraging? drag of his nails along the base of your skull resists the urge to just fuck your mouth]

[Dave Strider's patented "least gay way to suck a dick" technique.

swallows, not in an attempt to be sexy just because he has to do something about the hitched, shuddery sigh the touch elicits. he cricks his neck to take a little more in, tongue dragging along the underside again]

[well you are definitely a natural tease bro

but really you can't lose here

Dirk is so into you, dude. you are so sexy

he moans, face flushed, and tightens his grip in your hair considerably. hairpulling was also a thing with you wasn't it]

[yeah wow you moaning like a HARLOT is apparently also a thing I didn't even know about?? he shifts, ostensibly to get more comfortable, so he's not putting a kink in his neck. it puts him a little closer to your dick and lets him curl his toes into the couch

wraps his hand around the considerable length of dick that is not in his mouth and... sucks. Rather like it is a juice box full of apple juice]

[murmurs low encouragement =x scratching and pulling at your hair in a slow rhythm and maaaybe starting to give into the urge to rock shallowly into your mouth]

God damn, bro, yes. J-just keep doing that, fuck.

Mmmph- [leans back into one of the tugs, throat arched, sucking until his mouth is sloppy with spit and then pulling away to spit onto his dick, so he can thrust through his hand, instead of with it, and that done dives back down for round two. he still has barely to inches in but the sucking is more fervent]

[so if i make more shameless porn noises will that be good for you because that is totally happening. he's pretty good at respecting your desire to not choke on his cock but keeps thrusting in and out in a slow and not at all steady rhythm. His breathing is heavy between the occasional moan or explicative]

[moans on a thrust, hand going to his hip to pull him a little closer, a little deeper, even though he makes a noise almost like a whine and sputters slightly when the precome starts beading again and rolls onto his tongue, still flicking against the underside of his cock. when he's repositioned better Dave let's go of his hip, hand drifting toward his own dick]

[doesn't notice that at first, pretty distracted by this blowjob, in fact you're really pretty lucky that he has the place of mind to say]

Dave... fuck... ok. You might want to think about... where you want this load to go.

[oh shit where do I want this load to go??

Shit okay

um

god dammit all options are bad options.

letting go of his dick to try and squirm backwards so he can pump him to orgasm without getting it all over his face, hand working him in tight strokes and curving his palm over him after each stroke, pleasedon'tcomeonmyfacepleasedon'tcomeonmyface]

[you have two hands bro, that might help. But maybe you secretly want me to come on your face. Either way, that's up to you. Dirk is too busy coming. Yanking on your hair and saying your name while he rocks into your hand and comes all over...?]

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