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[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...?]

[my hand, and a little on my neck, but he does use his second hand to help catch his spunk as well as pull it all out of him. He's breathing kinda hard, tongue gently prodding his swollen lips as he swallows]

[hnnn ok yes ok bro sure did just suck me off he sure is awkwardly trying to deal with my come that sure is fucking adorable

takes, a second to catch his breath

then sinks back down to sit on Dave's stomach and kiss him

do not even care that my dick was just here

ok let's not lie that just makes it better]

[SAYS SOMETHING INTO THE MAKING OUT kind of grumbling and wiping the cum on Dirk's jeans but you know, kissing back]

God dammit bro.

[pulls away from the kiss, and then pulling back to scoot down the couch]

You know these are my only pants. You're doing laundry.

What was I supposed to do, wipe it on the shitty couch?

I'm not the only dude in pants here. But yeah we should probably plan better next time.

[getting back far enough that he can get a hand on your dick again]

[squirming again; looks like I did not avoid getting crick in my neck]

Next time is right now, bro.

I don't plan on having that problem.

[hm, looking at this dick, rubbing his thumb over the tip thoughtfully]

Want to sit up?

Ok not gonna ask and also yeah sure just hold on a sec--

[doing... that, breathing hitching a little as his duck rubs against Dirk's hand]

[hnn okay, slides off the couch to get on his knees because that is really more comfortable and regards this dick very seriously]

—Uh, wait, i didn't mean you had to get on your knees or anything, what the fuck did I tell you about getting scabby knees...

Nah, pretty sure this is more comfortable than trying to do this from the couch. And I think we've established that you don't really have a problem with scabby knees.

[hm ok

i guess i will just go for this

pushing it back a bit at the tip, leans and licks all the way up Dave's dick, slow and kind of thoughtful, but definitely not doing this as a way to be less gay.]

B-bro... shit I don't, don't discriminate against knees, not their god damn fault you disrespect them and smash them into the cold unforgiving floor.

[i am probably listening to you but mostly

pulling the head of this dick into my mouth

holding the base while he carefully explores the tip with his tongue]

[twiiitching, clutching at the couch cushions]

Mmmmh, god, dammit, y-you know it's the same as yours, you're not going to find anything different.

[looks briefly up at Dave before focusing down on what he's doing again, checking out how much dick he can get into his mouth without being a danger to himself or others, and once his mouth is just on this side of uncomfortably full, closes his lips to suck]

[Dave makes a noise approximately like a fax machine hitting a keyboard]

Ohmygodfuckfuckshitgoddammitfuckgoooodbro did you study under a fucking hover for three years in the freezing snooooowgod what, what are you doing, stop, no, Jesus fuck!!!

[paaause in sucking, and then drags his mouth back up slowly, tongue pressing over the head before popping it fully out of his mouth, and taking a sec to catch his breath a little. his cheeks are kind of flushed and his breathing is a little heavy but otherwise CHILL]

For future reference, is that an ironic stop or do you actually want that.

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