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[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.

Fzzuh, uh, ironic, dick sucking is a go, all, all the things that need to happen for dick sucking are a go. Did I just repeat myself. Yes you can suck my cock.

[a... hot goddam mess, slumped back against the couch with his fists still balled up tight, white-knuckled finger shaking]

K, just making sure.

[you're so pretty =x

ok back to sucking your dick

it will not be long before he just lightly tests your feelings on a little teeth]

[flinches, not in a bad way, a long, drawn-out moan pulled from his throat and leaving him gasping for air]

[i think you may be into more kinky shit that you think, bro

makes a quiet, appreciative noise around your cock, sucking and dropping a hand down to move around your balls and drag his nails behind them]

[f u

looking down at him, glasses slipping as he pants for breath. it interferes with his babbling, at least, and the only noises he can make are breathless whines]

Hn--hn--B-bro, it, whatever your plan is, you are going to want to, jesus fuck-!

[apparently Dirk's plan is to suck harder, pulling back enough that his mouth is only over the head]

God dammit I knew you were going to, you are not kissing me, I--

[only grabbing Dirk's shoulder as he comes, hunched over him]

[works the base of Dave's dick with his hand while sucking the tip, though there is a definite pause when Dave first spurts across his tongue, some prooooocessssing, and then he swallows and goes back to sucking harder]

Shit, sh-shit, god... [kneeeading into his shoulders, then biting down on his lip as he shudders through the aftershocks]

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