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Dirk was lounging on the couch, flipping through the channels. He was thankful for the fact that it was summer vacation. It gave him time to sleep in and such and sleeping in was something he always enjoyed. He also had more time free to spend with Dave, not doing homework or schoolwork.
Dave lay on his bed, tapping away at his phone to a couple of his friends. It was later in the day, but thanks to fucking summer, he had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Rolling out of the sheets, he finally made his way to the main room, where his bro was laying on the couch. With a tired yawn, he flopped on the couch, all too close and leaning on Dirk. “What’s on,” he mumbled sleepily.
“Nothing, as usual in the summer. Not even any good or shitty movies. Here, you look.” Dirk handed the remote to Dave, mostly because he was tired at looking at the same shows over and over again as he channel surfed. Maybe Dave would have better luck than him.
Dave took the remote and glanced at it momentarily, before tossing it to the side and collapsing on Dirk. “Nah, I mean. If you’ve already looked, I doubt there’s much on.” He sighed in boredom. “Do we have any plans today?” Dave asked quietly. He was beginning to enjoy almost, how the two of them were together more. It wasn’t his own separate plans. It was we. It was them, together.
“Not as far as I know. Unless you made any that I don’t know about.” Dirk shrugged, shifting so Dave was laying on him a bit more comfortably. He enjoyed spending time with Dave; he always had, ever since they were children. There was rarely a moment where Dave wasn’t in a ten foot radius of him.
Dave shrugged and shook his head. “First few days of summer and we’re already bored. ” He mumbled. Glancing up at the slightly older boy through his shades, he blinked the remaining sleepy feelings from his eyes. “Any ideas on what we should do with this free time then?”
“No idea. We have a whole summer to fill, and we have no ideas. We’re off to a brilliant start.” Dirk peered down at Dave through his shades. “Any ideas?”
“Wow, coolest kids are actually losers. This is a horrible plot twist, and this movie is headed the wrong direction.” Dave smirked and stared up at his brother, fiddling with his hands. “Could try to pick up some chicks. Or something.” He muttered, his face slightly red because wow, what a stupid suggestion was that.
“Yeah, that would work, if I were actually into chicks.” Dirk raised a brow at his twin. “Alas, I’m not, so that won’t work very well. Not to mention I’m awkward as hell when it comes to flirting and or hitting on people.” Dirk hated to admit that Dave was smoother than he was, but Dirk blamed that on his love for robotics.
Dave snorted a bit, letting out a laugh. “Tch, yeah, I know. C’mon you could so pick up a guy if you wanted to.” He smirked. “Who wouldn’t want a piece of that Strider swag.” Dave rolled off of his bro and sat up, looking at him. It was odd, how similar they tended to look and act, but how different the two of them ended up.
“Yeah, everyone wants a piece of you, seeing as you have all the moves. Meanwhile I sit awkwardly in the corner, fiddling with my shades and improving the wireless connection and the ability to connect to Pesterchum while you flirt with everything that moves.” Dirk rolled his eyes behind his shades. He was only a little bitter.
“Whoa, that was jealousy if I ever heard it, bro.” Dave said, teasingly. He felt a bit bad, always being the center of attention. He knew it upset Dirk, though the other would never show it. “I mean, c’mon. What do you wanna do today then. You pick.”
“I’m not jealous.” Not really. He just preferred when Dave’s attention was on him and not other people. “I don’t know what I want to do today. The only thing I can think of is wander the town, but we do that basically every day when we can’t think of anything to do.”
Dave raised an eyebrow. “Sure you’re not.” He shrugged again and glanced up at the ceiling. “Or we could strife. Fuck, I dunno. Build any new, fun robots lately, or?” He sighed and plopped back down onto Dirk, head resting comfortably in his lap.
“I’m not jealous.” Dirk repeated, putting a hand on Dave’s head. “We had a strife yesterday, though. No fun doing it two days in a row. Robots? No. Last one was Sawtooth, and I’m still working on his kinks. Too many bugs in his programming right now, for some reason.”
Dave groaned quietly. “Bluh, fucking fine. There’s nothing to do, man.” He sighed, reaching up to bat his hand at Dirk’s face. “C’mon boy genius, there’s gotta be something you can think of.”
Dirk caught Dave’s hand before it reached his face. “Oh, I have plenty of ideas. None of them are good, or legal in this case, so there’s no point in reciting them.” Dirk replied, keeping hold of Dave’s hand.
He smirked. “Now that’s the kinda thing I like to hear.” Dave leaned up and turned towards Dirk, pulling his hand free. “Let’s hear it, what kinda shit should we get into?”
“I didn’t mean the type of illegal where we destroy shit, as fun as that would be and is.” Dirk shook his head. “Nothing near that type of illegal stuff. More low-key illegal shit that would be fine if no one knew but it’s still illegal.”
Dave considered it for a moment, raising an eyebrow at Dirk. His curiosity was piqued. “Still illegal, still fun, right?” He said, looking at his brother in interest. “Just tell me dude, I’m sure it’s not even that illegal.”
“Dave, I’m pretty sure incest is illegal.” Oops. Might as well say it at this point. Dirk shifted, ready to get up and head to his room if Dave exploded. “I… kinda sorta… have had this weird thing for you since were were kids. And it’s never really ever gone away. I guess it’s like a crush? Shit, feel free to hate me now.” Dirk began to stand up, already embarrassed enough.
His smirk dropped into a frown as he processed what his brother was saying. Dave blinked stupidly for a moment. “Wh-” He mumbled quietly, trying to sort out the thoughts running through his mind. “You’re fucking serious?” He asked, standing up and stepping away from him, momentarily. Both eyebrows were raised, and his hand was shaking a bit, but he stood his ground, just a tad nervous.
“I don’t joke around about shit like this. Like I said, feel free to hate me. I’ll… be in my room, I suppose.” Dirk stood up fully, taking a few steps towards his room. Dave hated him, or was completely disgusted with him. Dirk couldn’t blame him.
“No!” Dave said quickly, reaching out towards Dirk. He coughed and cleared his throat. “I mean, no. It’s just this is kinda sudden. And illegal like you said.” Dave closed his eyes for a moment behind his shades, taking a deep breath. “But I’m not entirely opposed to it, Bro. I mean.” another pause, another breath. “Who better understands me than you? It’ll be different. Weird for me at first, but. Like I said. Not completely opposed.”
“Don’t force yourself, Dave. I’m not going to be surprised if you completely distance yourself from me or pretend I don’t exist. I’m surprised you’re not completely disgusted with me, right now, or even hate me. I deserve it.” Dirk was rambling, finding it hard to stop.
Dave groaned quietly, knowing he needed Dirk to shut up and listen to him. “Bro, you’re not paying attention. I’m not against the idea. I’m not saying no.” He said, speaking up a bit. “Like, this is something I wanna try. I don’t hate you, you’re not disgusting. And you don’t deserve hate.” Dave spoke clearly, hoping the other would believe him.
“What do you mean I’m not disgusting? What dude has a crush on his brother? His twin brother, no less? I’m… I don’t know. I don’t understand why you don’t hate me, to be honest.” Dirk muttered, glancing down at the floor.
Dave shook his head, glasses sliding down his nose just a tad. “Fuck if I know, but I’ve got the same kinda feeling. It’s sick and it’s wrong, but I want to go there. I just want to fucking try.” He clenched his fist slightly, shrugging stupidly. Hell if he could explain why this seemed like a good idea. “But if you really don’t wanna try at all, after telling me your feelings, that’s chill. I get it.”
“I didn’t say I don’t want to try. I know it’s sick and wrong and completely illegal, but, I just… what do you mean, same kind of feeling?” Dirk furrowed his brows in confusion.
Dave sighed in exasperation. “I can’t explain it. To be honest, when you mentioned something about this, a part of me just said fuck yes, this is the best idea.” He shrugged again, before flopping gracefully back down on the couch. “I’m not saying it would last, or be perfect, or go anywhere. But hey. Y’know. Why not?”
“So you kinda want this too?” Dirk slowly took his previous spot on the couch, looking at Dave through his pointed shades. Part of him was saying go for it, kiss your brother. Another part of him was telling him to learn more.
“Kinda yeah. I mean, c’mon. You think I haven’t thought about it before? How perfect it’d be? Nobody gets us like us, Dirk.” He paused, looking at his brothers eyes through both their shades. “Dynamic fucking duo, literally the most perfect, unstoppable couple. But there was the whole brother thing. Which scared me off. Until you said something.” Dave laughed quietly. “Now I just wanna say fuck it, lets do this.”
“So, we’re gonna make something of this? We’re making this happen?” Dirk cracked a half grin, nervously looking at Dave from behind his shades. Though he looked perfectly calm on the outside, he was a complete mess on the inside, full of nerves and such.
“Fuck yeah, man. Let’s try it.” He grinned back at his brother, leaning in slightly, however, he hesitated, glancing at the other, wondering if even a kiss was too much. “What’ve we got to lose, right?” He asked, softly.
“Guess we don’t have much to lose. What’s the worst that could happen?” Dirk moved closer to Dave, reaching for his own shades. If things were to happen between them, at that moment, he wanted to see Dave clearly, not obscured by shades.
“Tch, nothing to be honest. Not like anyone’ll catch us.” he grinned again and closed his eyes, letting Dirk pull his shades off. With a determined breath, he leaned forward and kissed Dirk, just a simple press of their lips.
Dirk let Dave’s shades, as well as his own, drop into his lap as he moved closer to Dave, hands resting on Dave’s upper thighs. It didn’t feel weird, to kiss Dave. It felt almost normal as he returned the kiss, not really wanting it to end.
Dave had honestly kissed quite a few people. He was a flirt, people liked him. But this seemed different. It wasn’t fumbling or awkward. It just worked. He didn’t even have to think as he tilted his head slightly, tongue darting out momentarily against Dirk’s lips. Nothing felt wrong, when he was kissing Dirk, he realized, head going slightly fuzzy from the kiss.
Dirk reacted instantly the moment he felt Dave’s tongue against his lips, his lips parting and his own tongue flicking out to meet Dave’s. Even still, nothing about their situation felt weird at all. No awkwardness, no hesitancy anymore, nothing. Just pure instinct.
Dave groaned quietly when their tongues met, bringing his hands up to encircle Dirk’s neck. His fingers pulled gently at the fuzzy hair sticking up on the back of his neck, as Dave deepened the kiss, another breathy noise leaving him. He was glad, really. That nothing was awkward. More happy that this was working, and that it felt perfectly right.
Dirk’s hands moved from Dave’s thighs to his waist, pulling his twin in closer. There was nothing wrong with this, but at the same time, the entire situation was wrong. The fact that his tongue was in his twin’s mouth was wrong, but he didn’t care. Dirk didn’t care about anything other than how perfect and good it felt to be holding Dave like this.
Dave let himself be pulled in, fingers tugging on Dirks spiky hair a bit roughly. He took a second and opened his eyes, watching the other carefully, before pulling back to breathe. He panted quietly, hands still resting on his twin’s neck, and stared at the other. “Whoa, holy shit.”
“I’ll say. Felt pretty right, for me at least. What about you?” Dirk spoke quietly, not needed to raise his voice with Dave right there. Orange eyes looked into red, waiting for his twin’s response. Dirk at least hoped Dave felt that it felt right.
Dave nodded his head slowly, glancing up at Dirk. “Yeah, I mean.” He paused, breathing. “That was fucking awesome.” A grin graced his features and he let his fingertips play idly with his brothers hair.
Dirk chuckled a bit, rolling his eyes. “You are such a fucking dork.” Dirk leaned forward, nipping at Dave’s chin, almost teasing him. “You’re lucky I like that about you.”
He tilted his head up, laughing quietly. “I’m the dork, says the nerdy robotics boy.” Dave rolled his eyes and let his hands fall to Dirks chest, tracing silly patterns across it.
“Yes, you’re the dork because the nerdy robotics boy says so and he’s — I’m — usually right.” Dirk smirked slightly. “But, like I said, I like that about you.”
Dave rolled his eyes, face flushing slightly red. He shoved at Dirk’s chest, pushing him away gently. “Shut up, asshole. I’m not a dork, whether you like it or not. I’m too cool for that shit.” He mumbled.
Dirk grabbed Dave’s hands, shaking his head. “Uh-huh, whatever you say.” He scooted himself closer to Dave once again. “I’m still gonna think you’re a dork, but it’s a good kind of dork.” A quick peck to Dave’s lips. “My kind of dork.”
“Well you’re a jackass, and a nerdy robotics kid, so what you say doesn’t count,” Dave said, smiling at the small peck, before sticking his tongue out like a petulant child. “Besides, you’re spitting cliches here.” He paused, rolling his eyes again. “‘S kinda cute.”
“I’m allowed to “spit cliches” all I want, ironically and unironically.” Dirk stated. “And you like my nerdy robotics. You won’t admit it, but you do.” Or so Dirk thought. He didn’t actually know how Dave felt about his robotics and his fascination with mechanics.
He grinned and leaned forward, kissing him quickly. “Yeah, maybe I do.” Dave shrugged slowly and glanced at Dirk, looking him over slowly. “So what now, though?”
“What do you mean “what now”?” Dirk questioned, blinking a few times. “What now as in what do we do now, or…?”
Dave shrugged. “As in, what do you want to do now, asshat. I’m open to shit, y’know.” He said, smirking, though unsure of how much Dirk actually wanted to do.
“I have plenty of ideas, though it’s all depending on how far you’re willing to go after this little discovery.” Dirk wondered if Dave would be able to read between the lines and hear the hidden ‘we can either play tonsil hockey, fuck, or be losers and do nothing’.
He looked up for a moment, as if he was thinking about it, before smirking and crawling over to his brother. With a quick motion, he moved to Dirks lap, legs on either side of him, straddling his twin. “Up to you,” He said quietly, before leaning in to kiss him.
“I think we’re in the same mindset.” Dirk murmured before attaching his lips to Dave’s, hands snaking around his twin’s waist and pulling him closer to him, despite Dave already straddling him.
Dave nodded a bit, leaning into the kiss and nipping at his brothers upper lip. “Mhm,” he mumbled quietly, before rolling his hips pointedly. At least they were on the same page.
Dirk’s hands slid down from Dave’s waist to his hips, down to his ass, keeping Dave from sliding back and only having the option of moving closer. They’d figure out who would be on top later.
He smiled into the kiss, before breaking it and moving his lips across Dirk’s chin. Dave left small nips on the others jawline, slowly letting his kisses and bites travel to the others neck. Meanwhile, his hands were playing just under Dirk’s shirt, tugging ever so teasingly at it.
Dirk grinned a bit, one hand moving from Dave’s ass to thread through Dave’s hair, making sure to keep some movement going between him and Dave, no matter how miniscule it was. Barely there friction was fine with Dirk for now. “If you want it off, just say so. Or take it off, your choice.”
He bit down gently on his brothers neck, tongue moving quickly to soothe the spot as he laughed quietly. “Just teasing,” Dave said softly, arching his back and pressing himself into Dirk.
“You wouldn’t have a barrier of cloth blocking your access to other parts of my torso if my shirt was off, I hope you realize.” Dirk stated, pressing his lips against Dave’s jaw.
“Shut up,” Dave growled quietly and bit down, this time a bit harder, on Dirk’s neck. His hands traveled under the shirt his twin was wearing, and he let his hands wander, just feeling the taut muscle of his bro.
Dirk bit back the soft groan that came from Dave’s teeth on his neck. A sigh was released, though, one of pure contentment mixed with pleasure. So, maybe Dirk had a thing for biting. Just a bit.
He barely caught the tail end of the sigh, though he heard it. Dave laughed quietly. “Didn’t peg you for someone who likes biting, bro,” Dave said, mumbling against the others neck. His hands came to a pause on his hips, thumbs pressing into Dirk’s hipbones while his fingers played gently with the top of his jeans.
“Biting is good. I like biting.” Dirk poked Dave’s side in amusement. “It’s a kink, alright? People have those.” He knew the sarcasm wasn’t needed, but he couldn’t resist.
Dave jumped slightly, letting out a choked laugh. “Wow, fuck you. I’m ticklish.” He said, picking his head up to glare at Dirk. “Way to kill the mood, asshole.” Dave was half joking of course. It wasn’t like he was planning on stopping. But he could let Dirk think he was.
“I know you are. That’s why I did it.” Dirk smirked slightly. “As if the mood was killed. You still want it and so do I, though it’s not like I’d let you go anywhere.”
Dave tsked at his brother, a sly smirk on his face. “Nah, maybe I’m done.” He said, teasingly, pulling his hands away from him and crossing his arms childishly.
“Uh-huh, I’m so sure.” Dirk rolled his eyes, pressing his lips against Dave’s jaw. “Even you don’t give up that easily.”
He turned his head a bit, tilting it up to glance down at Dirk. “Tch, you’ll have to do better than that, Dirk.” Dave said tauntingly. Alright, so maybe he didn’t want to have to try that hard. After all, who wouldn’t want Dirk fucking Strider on top of them?
“Yeah, just give it a minute. I’ll have you swooning.” Dirk moved his kisses from Dave’s jaw to his neck and to his collar bone, barely leaving any marks. It didn’t take much effort for him to push Dave backwards against the couch, seeing as Dirk had just a bit more muscle on him, revealing Dave’s stomach after pushing up his shirt. Dirk began his assault on Dave’s (clearly sensitive) stomach, kissing and nipping at Dave’s hip bones and stomach, wherever skin was showing.
He rolls his eyes in challenge, unsurprised and not bothering to fight back when Dirk starts pushing him back. Dave let out a small huffing laugh when his twin kissed at his stomach, stifling the urge to let a full blown laugh out. “F-fuck you,” He said, wriggling his torso to try and escape the others ticklish mouth.
“Soon enough, dear brother. Soon enough.” Dirk chose a spot just above Dave’s hip bone to latch onto, biting at sucking at the skin there. Dirk almost chuckled, but instead focused on his current task.
Dave groaned quietly, lifting his hips slightly. Though still squirming a bit, it wasn’t nearly as much. “T-that all you got?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow at his brother, still trying to keep a straight face.
Dirk rolled his eyes, sliding his hands beneath Dave’s shirt, switching the side he was sucking on. He’d work his way back up to Dave’s mouth soon enough.
Dave glared at Dirk, hands moving to thread into his hair. “Fine, fuck it. You win, asshole.” He mumbled, tugging at his head. All he fucking wanted now was to kiss him. The stupid, teasing kisses and bites on his torso were leaving him hot and bothered already.
“I knew I would.” Dirk murmured, sliding up Dave’s body, pressing his lips to Dave’s. “Your torso is sensitive, but just above your hip bones are more sensitive.”
He frowned into the kiss, but pressed back eagerly. “Shut up. You’re an arrogant prick, y’know that?” Dave murmured, fingers tugging at Dirks hair again.
“Something we have in common, Dave.” Dirk smirked a bit, pressing his lips to Dave’s again, slipping his tongue into Dave’s mouth.
Dave laughed a little again. “Yeah, but at least I can hide it sometimes,” He managed to say, before his twins tongue was in his mouth. A small moan left him as he flicked his own tongue back at Dirks, playfully.
Dirk let his tongue twist around Dave’s as best he could, hands toying with Dave’s midsection, trailing his hands up to Dave’s chest and back down to his hips where he applied pressure to the marks he left on Dave’s hips.
His breath hitched a bit as he felt the pressure on the small bruise left on his hips. Dave let out a quiet curse as best he could and tightened his fingers in Dirk’s hair, nails scratching down the nape of his neck.
Dirk chuckled against Dave’s lips, parting from him for just a moment as he slid Dave’s shirt off. Dave really did look better shirtless. His own shirt followed Dave’s, both of them being tossed carelessly on the floor.
“Fucking finally,” Dave mumbled, bringing his hands to Dirk’s chest. He leaned up and kissed him slowly, fingers drawing teasing marks on the other blondes chest. He ran a thumb over his nipple, pinching it gently as he continued to kiss him.
Dirk groaned softly into the kiss, making sure to give his twin the same treatment he was receiving, not that he minded.
Dave’s thumb rolled gently over the piercing that he had honestly forgotten Dirk had. “Fuck, I can’t believe you actually got these done,” He mumbled, flicking it gently. “Glad you did, though,”
“Why’s it so hard to believe I got them done? It was like a year ago.” Dirk grinned a bit, back arching the slightest bit as Dave flicked the metal bars through his nipples. “Finding yourself even more turned on or attracted by them now?”
“Yeah, I kinda forgot you’d done it,” Dave murmured, eyes watching Dirk curiously as he continued fiddling with the metal bar. He smirked and lifted his hips, pressing his growing erection against Dirk in response. Yes. Yes he was attracted to them.
“There’s one more I have that you didn’t know about before now.” Dirk smirked slyly as Dave continued to play with the upper piercings. Dave already knew about the nipple piercings and the ear piercings.
Dave’s eyes widened in response. “No fucking way.” He said, jaw dropping in shock. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“Completely, and if you don’t believe me, you can find out for yourself.” Dirk’s smirk widened a bit. It had been a spur of the moment decision, but Dirk didn’t regret it. It had hurt more than he had liked, and it took longer to heal than he liked, but it was still a decision he didn’t regret.
Dave groaned quietly at the thought, hands trailing down Dirk’s abdomen to the top of his jeans. He leaned forward and kissed him again, fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants.
“Eager, are we?” Dirk asked, pulling away from Dave the slightest bit as Dave fumbled with his pants. He was eager to see Dave’s reaction to the apadravya.
He smirked at his brother. “Yeah, fuck off. Wouldn’t you be?” Dave said, tugging at the others jeans. With another peck on Dirk’s lips, he managed to get his jeans down, before frowning and laughing a little. “MLP boxers, really?”
“Fuck off they’re ironic and Rainbow Dash is the shit.” Dirk stated, rolling his eyes a bit. “Now are you going to take them off or do I have to do it myself?”
Dave clicked his tongue, laughing. “Right, right. The truth to irony is sincerity, bro.” He said, before grinning at the other. With a determined shove, he pushed Dirk off of him and back on the couch, crawling between his legs. Dave glanced up at him, before pulling his stupid rainbow boxers down. His eyebrows raised and he stared, intrigued at the piercing. “Holy shit,”
“Hurt like hell but completely worth it.” Dirk grinned, looking down at Dave. “Wouldn’t you say so?”
“Fuck yes,” Dave said, blinking slowly. He took a slow breath, not letting his nerves wash over him at this point. Because shit, there he was staring at his twin brothers dick. He leaned forward and kissed Dirk again, lips moving from his jaw to shoulder, then chest and lower. Another short breath and he moved his head to the inside of Dirk’s thigh, kissing and biting teasingly.
“You’d definitely look good with one as well.” Dirk’s fingers threaded through Dave’s hair, watching as Dave gave his attention to Dirk’s inner thigh. He knew Dave well enough to know that he was at least slightly nervous, but he didn’t comment on it, and just waited.
Dave laughed and shook his head. “No way man, sorry,” He said. While the piercing was attractive and he was glad Dirk had it, there was no way Dave was letting a needle near his dick. Glancing up at the other, he finally moved his head, tongue licking a wet stripe up his brothers half-hard cock.
Dirk hissed through his teeth at the sudden feeling of Dave’s tongue on his cock. It felt good, as he expected. He knew the feeling would only get better from there on, and he would only get harder. “What about your tongue? That’s really hot and I bet it would feel fucking amazing when you give me head.” Dirk had no shame.
Dave grinned and looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Tch, that could arranged.” He murmured and continued placing gentle kisses and teasing tongue swipes over his dick. Then, curiously, he let his tongue slide over the piercing, playing with it.
Dirk hissed and groaned a bit, fingers tightening their grip on Dave’s hair a bit. “God, yes. These positions will be reversed until it’s healed if you get it done, though.” Not that Dirk minded.
“You say that as if I’d mind,” He murmured, pausing in his playful flicks of Dirk’s piercing. “I don’t think I’d mind you going down on me all the time,” Dave said, before going quiet as he wrapped his lips over the head of his dick, giving a slow, teasing suck.
Dirk groaned softly, biting at his lip. “Don’t think I wouldn’t mind doing it, either.” The idea was intriguing, to say the least, and it would be well worth it if Dave actually went through with it, which Dirk had half a mind to make sure he would.
Dave rolled his eyes before closing them and continuing to work his mouth and tongue around his twin. It wasn’t the first time he’d had someone’s dick in his mouth. Yeah, he’d fooled around with guys before, though in general he preferred the girls. This, was different. He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and took a little more of him in his mouth, tongue swirling across the underside of his dick.
Dirk let out another groan, head falling back a bit. So Dave knew his way around a dick. Though Dirk was just a bit jealous that his dick wasn’t the first one Dave had sucked, he had to admit it was nicer to have someone slightly experienced in the art of dick sucking going down on him rather than someone inexperienced.
Dave gave himself a mental pat on the back, because he finally got Dirk to stop talking. He pulled his head up and released him with an obscene, wet, ‘pop’, before going back down on him, this time letting out a near pornographic moan. Sure, it was stupid, but hey, who said he wasn’t allowed to enjoy this as well.
Dirk hissed again, tightening his grip on Dave’s hair a bit. “You clearly watch too much porn or something of the sort.” Of course, he was referencing Dave’s exaggerated moan. He momentarily wondered if it was a bad idea to thrust up into Dave’s mouth this soon. He decided to wait a bit instead, and see how much Dave was able to take of him.
Dave glanced up at him, red eyes half lidded into a glare. He didn’t do this enough to have the confidence to take all of his twin in his mouth, and he sure as hell wasn’t stupid enough to try. He did, however, move his head down just a bit more, taking just enough of Dirk in his mouth, pressing at his own comfort levels.
Dirk was a bit of a chatterbox, though that was clearly apparent. Dirk groaned, low in his throat, at the feeling of Dave taking him deeper. His head fell back a bit more, resting against the arm of the couch, his breathing starting to increase a bit. He was sure Dave could feel him hardening bit by bit in his mouth.
Dave groaned quietly as he felt the other’s length still hardening. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Opening his eyes slowly, he pulled off of Dirk, giving the piercing he had one last final flick with his tongue. Dave crawled up on top of him, kissing him slowly, tongue languidly touching his lips.
Dirk took Dave’s tongue into his mouth, one hand flicking open Dave’s pants button and unzipping them, shimmying them down Dave’s hips. He could feel Dave’s own erection becoming less and less strained as he pulled down Dave’s jeans.
Dave was a little surprised with the ease that Dirk was able to get his pants open and off, and even just a little jealous. He let out a slightly relieved sigh as the strain against his crotch lessened, but it wasn’t that much better. “F-fuck,” He mumbled, panting into his brothers mouth.
Dirk kissed Dave again, pushing Dave’s pants down to his knees, boxers going with the jeans, freeing Dave completely. “Better?” he mumbled, hand moving to lazily stroke Dave’s hardened cock.
Dave moaned softly in response, partial relief that his dick was getting some attention. “Mhm, yeah.” He kissed Dirk again, though in the back of his head, he was still slightly worried. Not sure how far they would go. Because before this, he hadn’t wanted to go that far with anyone. But as cliche as it was, Dave was comfortable with Dirk.
Dirk continued to lazily stroke Dave, tongue easily entering Dave’s mouth and mapping out every corner of Dave’s mouth. If Dave wanted to stop, he’d tell Dirk to stop. Dirk wasn’t too concerned about anything.
Dave bit back another moan in his throat, tongue basically mirroring Dirk’s. His hips moved into the gently lazy thrusts, but he growled in frustration. “Ugh, C’mon bro. Really?”
“Patience, Dave. I’m getting there.” Dirk kissed Dave’s jaw and down his neck. His strokes sped up just slightly.
Dave rolled his eyes and leaned into the strokes, moving to nibble at Dirk’s ear. “Fuck you, you’re slow.” He murmured, hips jerking into the now faster touches.
“Your “fuck you” will soon be “fuck yes”.” Dirk bit at Dave’s collar bone, sucking slightly. “How far are you comfortable with going?” Dirk wanted to at least know his boundaries.
“That confident in your abilities, are ya?” Dave said, groaning quietly. He blinked a couple times, looking at Dirk through red eyes. “Y’know, to be honest. With you.” Dave paused mentally punching himself for how cliche this was getting. “With you, anything works. And I swear to god I didn’t want that to be that cliche, fuck off.”
“Yes, I am that confident in my abilities.” Dirk smirked a bit, though it held a softer edge than normal. “Being cliche, we’ll claim it’s for the sake of irony even if it’s not ironic.” Dirk pecked Dave’s lips. “I know you’ll stop me if you need me to.” Dirk’s strokes picked up a bit.
Dave laughed and nodded. “Whatever, yeah. Prove it then” He said, kissing him back gently. Dave bit down on his lip, running his tongue across the spot gently.
“Oh, I plan to.” Dirk managed to get out before Dave’s lips had captured his own. His free hand trailed to Dave’s ass, grabbing without any shame, squeezing one (plush, Dirk noted) cheek as Dave’s tongue invaded his mouth.
Dave yelped at the sudden hand groping his ass, and he jumped forward a bit. Not like he hadn’t had his butt touched before, but that was awfully surprised. He growled quietly in irritation, before starting to place small kisses on Dirk’s jawline.
Dirk snickered a bit, enjoying Dave’s reaction to the sudden groping of his ass. It was too amusing, and somehow, Dirk realized that things between them could probably move faster if they were in Dirk’s room, on his bed, and not on the living room couch. Probably more comfortable as well. “As comfortable and enjoyable as this is, we’ll probably be more comfortable on one of our beds and not on the couch.”
“Fuck, you’re probably right.” He said, before discontinuing supporting himself and flopping on top of dirk with a smug grin. “You should carry me.” He whined, looking up at Dirk with pouting eyes.
“You’re light enough where I could.” Dirk tugged on a few strands of Dave’s hair. “If I carry you, it’s princess style.” Dirk chuckled a bit.
Dave groaned and rolled off of Dirk, shamelessly letting himself fall on the floor as he stared up at the other. “Oh fuck no.” He said, before standing up slowly and grabbing Dirk’s hand with an impatient whine. “Cmonnnnn.”
“You’re whining and holding my hand while having a hard on. This is much funnier than it should be.” Still, Dirk stood up and headed to his room, not giving Dave a real choice in the matter. Dirk was probably better prepared than Dave anyways.
Dave flashed him a stupid smile. “Don’t deny it, it’s really hot. ” He said, trailing after him quickly. He was glad when Dirk made the decision to go to his room. Dave had a serious lack of supplies and a serious hatred of washing his sheets.
“I’ll admit that it’s extremely amusing.” Dirk kicked the door closed behind him. While Dave was against anything that had to do with cleaning or straightening up his room, Dirk was the opposite, where his room was basically spotless except for the Smuppet of four on the ground. It didn’t take long to get Dave over to his bed, a few seconds at most, before pushing him down onto the mattress. “Still, I do admit that you are extremely hot.”
Dave barely had a chance to glare at the smuppets on the floor, let alone attempt to kick them out of the room, before Dirk had pushed him back on the bed. “Damn straight I am. You looked in the mirror recently though?” He said, smirking as he shamelessly ran his eyes over Dirk’s body.
“I could probably stand to look in the mirror more often.” Dirk smirked a bit. It was easier to get to Dave’s body with Dave laying down. Dirk crawled on top of Dave, mischievous glint in his eyes. His lips pressed to Dave’s jaw, working his way down Dave’s jaw, to his collar bone, before placing his lips on the hollow of Dave’s throat.
“You should,” He said, biting back a breathy moan as he felt the lips on his collarbone. Dave’s breathing was slightly hitched, and he tilted his head back, daring a glance down at his brother as he felt the lips move to his throat.
“Mm, maybe later.” Dirk murmured against Dave’s throat before moving downwards, taking one of Dave’s nipples into his mouth with a smirk. Just bringing up mirrors gave Dirk ideas about the future. He almost chuckled; wouldn’t that be a sight, to have Dave pressed up against the mirror and make him watch? Dirk pushed those thoughts aside for the moment.
He gasped quietly, closing his mouth quickly and biting at his lip. No way was he going to end up being loud or anything like that during sex. Fuck no. Dave finally composed himself enough to pick his hands up and wrap them around Dirk’s neck, fingers threading back into his hair as he gave a gentle tug.
Dirk bit lightly at the nipple in his mouth, fingers coming up to tweak the other one. He had to admit, he was a disappointed when Dave cut of his own noises, but he figured his twin would give in eventually, when the real fun began.
Dave arched his back in pleasure, hands pressing at the back of Dirk’s head. He let out the breath he’d apparently been holding, and panted quietly. “T-tease,” He mumbled.
Dirk pulled away slightly. “You’re loving it.” His lips pressed against Dave’s stomach, right next to his belly button, as he lightly tweaked the nipple between his fingers.
Dave only groaned in response, fingers pushing again at Dirk’s head, hoping he would just go lower. He squirmed under the tweaks on his chest, head twisting to the side ever so slightly as he bit his lip.
“No need to be so quiet, Dave.” Dirk mumbled, kissing a bit lower, making his way to Dave’s hip bones.
“Well I sure as hell ain’t gonna whine like your personal whore,” He hissed quietly, his accent slipping a bit. Dave shifted his hips and glared at Dirk, tugging on his hair harshly.
“But that just makes everything better if you do.” Dirk retorted, grinning at Dave’s slip-up. “I know how much you want my mouth on your dick, but humor me a bit and don’t be silent, alright?”
Dave chuckled, glaring at him. “Oh, so you want me to keep up with the porno moans then?” He said, looking down at him before letting out a loud whine. “Oh Dirk ohhh~” He grinned.
“Okay, asshole, not that fake shit. I’m not even touching you right now. Just don’t stay silent, it’s creepy.” Dirk glared a bit. “Also you’re too good at sounding like you in an actual porno. Which is equally as creepy.”
He rolled his eyes, hands petting through Dirk’s soft hair casually. “Who says I haven’t been in an actual porno, bro? You don’t know.” He winked and grinned.
“I know you well enough to know you haven’t. You’re too snarky.” Dirk grinned a bit, pressing his lips on Dirk’s hip bone again, moving down a bit before ever so lightly licking the head of Dave’s dick.
“What, don’t some people find th-” he paused, panting quietly and tightening his hands in Dirk’s hair. “That. That attractive, or s-something?” Dave muttered.
“Well, yeah, but I’d rather everyone on the internet not see your body. That’s for my eyes.” Dirk smirked a bit, licking again.
Dave twitched his hips, keeping his eyes focused on Dirk, hands scratching at his scalp gently. “Mhm, someone’s protective. Got a possessive streak I don’t know about?”
“Mm, just a bit. As of today, this,” Dirk ran his hands up Dave’s chest. “You, are all mine.” Dirk chuckled a bit, taking the head of Dave’s dick into his mouth.
Dave let out a low groan, arching his back again. “Y-yeah, okay. Sure.” He murmured, eyes clenching shut.
Dirk took Dave just a bit deeper into his mouth, tongue swirling around the top, bottom and sides of his shaft.
His hands pressed against Dirk’s scalp, nails pressing into his skin. Dave cursed quietly and felt his hips jerk up a little, though he tried to resist doing that. There was no reason to attempt to choke out his brother.
Dirk smirked a bit around Dave; maybe he shouldn’t be so proud of the fact that he had trained himself to be able to repress his own gag reflex at will. Either way he took Dave just a bit deeper.
“Jesus Christ,” Dave shuddered, letting out a small whine. “What do you do, practice on cucumbers when I’m not home?” He asked, letting out jut another groan at the thought.
Dirk pulled off Dave. “Not quite. I trained myself to repress my own gag reflex at will. There’s no worries of choking me if you feel the need to, or can’t keep yourself from, bucking your hips. And I used peeled bananas, not cucumbers. At least I could eat the banana after.” With that, Dirk went back down on Dave.
Dave’s eyebrows shot up and he nearly choked on his own tongue. “Fucking Christ, I was kidding.. but s-shit,” His voiced cracked ever so slightly, before moving his hips up ever so slightly, cursing loudly at the feeling of Dirk’s tongue around his dick.
Dirk chuckled a bit around Dave, taking him just a bit deeper, almost as far as he could. He wasn’t the biggest fan of deepthroating, seeing as it made him drool and that was just gross to him, but for Dave, it didn’t really matter.
Dave unclenched his eyes with a tiny, breathed ‘oh’, and lifted his ups curiously, moaning as he felt the wet heat around him. “S-shit, Dirk.” He mumbled, letting his hands trail onto Dirk’s neck, fingers playing with the soft hair.
Dirk breathed through his nose as he bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks every so often, occasionally dragging his teeth lightly against Dave’s shaft. He would switch soon enough, to actually preparing his twin instead of just sucking him off.
Dave squirmed under his mouth, letting out a moan - one not so fake this time. He muttered Dirk’s name a couple times, eyes closing and hips jutting into the others mouth. He apologized quickly, without realizing it. Dave dug his nails into Dirk’s neck, pressing his head farther down onto his cock.
Dirk was, at this point, thankful for his repressed gag reflex. He would have choked by now otherwise. He hummed around Dave’s cock, sending the vibrations down Dave’s shaft. Oh how he already enjoyed torturing his brother like this. Now if only he was closer to the nightstand where he could grab the lube, things would be perfect.
“Sorry, sorry,” Dave muttered, his voice cracking again as Dirk hummed - fucking hummed. He gave another shallow thrust, keening loudly as his back arched. “Fuck, Dirk, I. God, you’re so hot,” Dave babbled. It was probably his least favorite part of himself. How obnoxiously he talked, and his accent slipping during sex.
Dirk pulled off Dave with a rather obscene pop, licking his lips and wiping his chin with the back of his hand and wrist. “And you are more talkative than I expected. I don’t mind, of course.” Dirk smirked a bit, crawling up Dave’s body, practically sitting on his lap, before kissing him, tongue slipping into Dave’s mouth.
“Shut up, I can’t fucking help i-mmmph.” He moaned into the kissed, sucking gently on Dirk’s tongue. Dave bucked his hips up, grinding their crotches together. He smirked and broke the kiss, hand reaching down to grab Dirk’s. Dave brought his twin’s hand to his mouth and swiped his tongue across his knuckles, placing gentle kisses across his fingers. He slipped a finger into his mouth, tongue swirling around it.
Dirk hissed a bit, watching Dave. Lips should not look that attractive around fingers. With his free hand, Dirk reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out the small bottle of lube he kept in his nightstand. He continued to watch Dave, wait to see what he would do next.
His brow furrowed in concentration, barely noticing as Dirk pulled out the lube. He used the hand holding Dirk’s to press two more fingers into his mouth, moaning quietly around them. Dave sucked harshly, before pulling them out of his mouth with a pop, panting loudly. “Mm, didn’t know you had lube with you,” He murmured between breaths.
“Of course I do. This is my room, after all. My room holds a ton of secrets. But there’s always a few things that a guy should have in his room under all circumstances, and one is lube.” Dirk pressed a quick kiss to Dave’s lips. “You shouldn’t be surprised I have it, though.”
“Not surprised, just didn’t think of it.” Dave grinned and kissed him back quickly. “Wouldn’t have minded you fucking my mouth with your fingers though,” Dave winked at him.
“Oh, like that can’t be arranged? I have two hands, you know. One to finger fuck your mouth, and one to prep you.” Dirk grinned a bit, holding up the lube.
Dave groaned loudly, cursing. “Y-yeah, okay.” He said, glancing at the lube warily, before leaning forward and kissing him. He’d experimented before, but never with someone else on this matter.
Dirk hummed against Dave’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle until you say so. I know what I’m doing.” And that he did. He had fooled around with Jake before, but that was a one-time deal. After that, he strictly kept to fingers and, to put it simply, toys that he ordered without Dave knowing.
Dave placed his hands on Dirk’s face, pulling him in for a slower kiss. “Mhm, I trust you,” He murmured. “Though I’ll question when you became quite the ass master,” Dave said.
“Experimented with Jake one time, didn’t work well because he clearly isn’t into guys like he thought he could be, bought sex toys online, went from there. Now you know.” Dirk chuckled a bit.
Dave laughed. “Wow, and you made fun of me for my crush on Egbert. ” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh? Horny bastard. Remind me why I wasn’t included on all of this earlier in my life?” He joked.
“Yeah, but Jake was willing to try. It just didn’t work out.” Dirk pecked Dave’s lips. “You never bothered to ask, of course. Or make a move. You never wondered what all those packages were?”
“Hn, obviously.” He said, nipping at Dirk’s lips. “Nah, figured it was all pony shit or robotics, I dunno.” Dave murmured. “At least now you’ll have someone to play with all the toys with,”
Dirk grinned. “It’s always good to have a playmate.” Dirk kissed Dave’s chin, flicking the cap to the lube open. “Now, did you want me to finger fuck your mouth or just get on with the prep?”
He tilted his head back, moaning quietly. “Nnh, whatever you want,” Dave murmured.
“Mm, well, I’d much rather hear you, as nice as it is to have your mouth on my fingers.” Dirk kissed down Dave’s chest, pouring some of the lube onto his fingers.
Dave lifted his back, pressing into Dirk’s kisses. “I don’t get why you like that. The fucking noise,” He muttered, watching the lube be poured onto his fingers.
“Because when one person is silent, it’s like fucking a doll. Basically laying there and accepting it, while when noise is made, you can figure out what is more pleasurable from the sounds that are made. Basic reasoning, bro.” Dirk stated, capping the lube and putting it on the nightstand.
Dave snorted, laughing loudly. “What, don’t wanna fuck a puppet, Dirk? I thought you’d be into that,” He said lips twitching.
“No, the puppets have sex with each other. Do you honestly think I would want a felt dong up my ass? No, it doesn’t work that way.” Dirk gave Dave no warning before slipping one finger into his ass, simply for the remark.
“Really? I wasn’t sure, I mean, I don’t make a habit of watching Smuppet po—AH FUCK,” Dave yelped, voice cracking and trailing into a groan. “Fuck you fucking asshole.” He muttered, leaning forward and biting at Dirk’s lips.
“That was for making a remark about me being sexually attracted to puppets.” Dirk kissed Dave lightly in apology. “Besides, since you weren’t expecting it, it hurt less, didn’t it?”
“F-fuck, I was kidding.” He said, panting quietly. “But yeah, sure. Get on with it, fuckface.” Dave muttered, shifting his body to be a bit more comfortable. As comfortable as it could be with a finger in his ass of course.
“I know, but not warning you meant it hurt less than it would if you had been mentally preparing yourself.” Regardless, Dirk curled his finger a bit, twisting it a bit as well, slowing working Dave.
Dave tsked at his brother, moaning softly and pushing his hips down, onto Dirk’s finger. “Mh, sure.” He mumbled. It had honestly been awhile since he’d messed around with things like this, and he was finally coming to the conclusion that yes. Yea, this was definitely better than any chick he could pick up.
Dirk took that as a sign that yes, Dave could take a bit more, slipping a second finger into Dave. “Trust me on that one, alright?” Dirk curled his fingers, kissing Dave’s stomach after moving back down.
Dave sighed and rolled his eyes, before clenching them shut in discomfort as the second finger was added. He almost regretted being on the bottom, as he was used to being top, but at the same time, it was Dirk on top. It was different. Though he knew one of these days he’d top his twin, probably tying him to the bed or something. Dave felt his insides twist and grow hot at the thought and he moaned.
Dirk began to slide his fingers out of Dave, spreading them ever so slightly to help stretch him out. He hoped this wouldn’t take too long, but Dave was mostly relaxed enough where it made the prep just a bit easier.
Dave shifted again, head tilting back and he let out an appreciative whine at Dirk - since he apparently loved noise. He struggled for a moment and tensed up, but took a deep breath to relax, knowing it would be easier on himself.
Dirk slid his fingers back in, twisting them, silently searching for Dave’s prostate to remember where it was later on. Fingers curled and separated at the same time, and Dirk waited to gauge Dave’s reaction.
Dave swore loudly as his fingers twisted and brushed across that spot. “Fuck, yes.” He hissed quietly, pushing his hips down onto Dirk’s fingers.
Dirk grinned a bit, humming a low “found it” to himself, keeping in mind where it was as he continued to stretch out Dave.
“Arrogant asshole,” He muttered, though he let out a low, throaty sigh as his fingers kept moving. Dave finally found enough brainpower to move one of his hands to Dirk’s back, nails scratching down the already slightly red skin.
“Yeah, yeah. You love it though.” Dirk bit lightly at Dave’s hip bone in response to the nails on his back.
“Damn straight,” Dave managed to mumble, breath heavy as his hips twitched against the bite. “Y’can bite harder, y’know.” He said, inwardly cursing as his accent slipped out again.
“And I will. Give it time and you’ll be covered in bite marks from me, someone will think you were attacked by an animal if they saw you shirtless.” Dirk remarked, slipping in the third finger, biting down a bit harder on Dave’s hip.
Dave smirked and laughed, head falling back as it trailed into a low groan. “Woof,” he managed to say, barking at his twin. His comfort level fell a bit at the third finger, but he managed to breathe, the pain numbed a bit at the harsh bite on his hip.
Dirk chuckled a bit. “Next you’ll be purring for me like a kitten.” Dirk almost laughed, but then thought about Dave with cat ears and suddenly everything was that much cuter. “Now that’s an idea.” Dirk bit down on Dave’s other hip.
Dave choked a bit, laughing. He took a breath and steadied himself, before releasing the most cat-like purr and little meow he could.
Dirk laughed a bit. Dave was so obnoxious sometimes. “Dude.” Dirk shook his head, brushing his fingers against Dave’s prostate again.
Dave grinned at him, attempting to purr again, though it was cut off into a loud yelp. “Fuck, oh my fucking god.” He moaned, one hand fisting into the sheets of Dirk’s bed, and the other reaching of to thwack against Dirk’s head.
“Ow, what was that for?” Dirk rubbed the back of his head where Dave hit him, spreading his fingers and curling them. “I didn’t deserve that at all.”
“Mmhn, maybe not, but I’m not sorry,” He mumbled, hand running soothingly over the spot on Dirk’s head.
“Just let me finger fuck your ass and enjoy it.” Dirk pressed his fingers against Dave’s prostate once more, keeping hold on Dave’s hand so he wasn’t hit again.
“Hah, don’t act like you don’t enjo—” Dave swore again, hips bucking up as he was cut off from a moan. ” Like you don’t enjoy having your fingers up my ass,” He mumbled, squirming and straining against Dirk’s hand.
“Oh, I do. I enjoy it a lot.” Dirk grinned, twisting his wrist as he curled and spread his fingers. “And you’re enjoying having my fingers up your ass.”
Dave glared down at him in response, his eyes closing as he panted loudly. “Kindly fuck me soon, or I’m leaving you blue balled.” He managed to mutter.
“Calm your tits, Dave. I’m getting there.” Though Dirk knew Dave would keep well with that threat, so he pulled his fingers out (slowly, of course) and grabbed the lube once more, uncapping it and pouring some into his hand to coat his dick with it.
“My tits are calm man. No waving tits here. It’s my horny personality that’s not calm, aright?” Dave grumbled, lip twitching at the lose of the fingers in his ass. He sat up momentarily, leaning forward to kiss Dirk, and swipe some of the lube off his twins hand with his own hand, bringing it down to spread the lube on his cock himself.
Dirk groaned softly as Dave lubed up his cock. Once he deemed himself thoroughly coated, he pushed Dave back down onto the bed, pulling both of Dave’s legs over his shoulders. “Be sure to tell me how my cock ring feels, kay?” Dirk grinned a bit, positioning himself.
Dave grunted quietly at being pushed back onto the bed, hands flexing into the sheets slowly. “Oh, fuck, I almost forgot about that,” He said closing his eyes and breathing out as Dirk positioned himself. He curled his toes, mumbling a quiet, “C’mon”
Dirk pecked Dave’s lips with a grin as he started to push into his twin, and wow Dave was really tight. Didn’t matter, they’d still have fun with it.
Dave shifted his hips a bit. “Oh, fuck,” He muttered, groaning as he felt the piece of metal inside of him. Another string of curses left him and his knuckles turned slightly white from his iron grip on the bed, but he did his best to relax.
“Relax.” Dirk kissed Dave’s neck, trailing his hand down Dave’s side, trying to get him to relax. It would be easier if he wasn’t so tense.
“Relax, he says, as if it’s easy to do with someone cock up his ass,” Dave muttered, but never the less, tilted his head back, and let Dirk push in more, starting to appreciate the lube he spread on him earlier.
“It is easy if you just breathe and don’t think about the fact that you have a cock in your ass.” Dirk rolled his eyes, speaking from experience.
“Yeah? What do you want me to do, think about sunshine and butterflies?” He retorted. Though unsurprisingly, the conversation was helping him relax, and he gently moved his hips, taking more of Dirk in.
“If that’s what helps your asshole relax and let me go in deeper, then yes.” Dirk shook his head, pushing deeper into Dave. “Anyways, how’s it feel? The apadravya, that is.”
“Like there’s a stick of metal through your dick.” He snarked, glancing up at Dirk through half lidded eyes. “So fucking fantastic, genius,” Dave moved his hips again, moaning as he adjusted to having Dirk’s cock in his ass.
“That’s because there is a stick of metal through my dick, dumbass.” Dirk rolled his eyes. “Good to know it feels good, though. Wouldn’t know that for myself.” Dirk stated, fully sheathing himself in Dave.
“I am fully a— ahhh fuck,” Dave trailed off, keening as he felt Dirk’s erection push against his prostate. “Fully aware of the amount of metal in your dick, I can, ah,” He groaned quietly again. “Feel it. Now move, shitface. ” Ever the romantic, Dave pushed his hips against Dirk, wincing a tad in discomfort.
“You are clearly a master of sweet-talking. How ever did you get the ladies to swoon for you?” Dirk questioned dryly, beginning to pull out of Dave.
“Well, I can sweet-talk a lady. You’re not a lady.” He stated, before grumbling. “Apparently I am. You should sweet-talk me more, Dirk. What an ass, taking my virginal innocence without even taking me out to dinner,” He ranted slowly, breathing starting to pick up again.
“I have dinner with you ever night. It counts. Have been for the last… whenever we were able to eat solid food up until this point.” Dirk rolled his eyes once more, pushing back into Dave.
“T-that doesn’t count. You could at least try and dirty talk or something while you dick is in my ass,” He snapped, before pausing. “S-shit. I meant sweet-talk.” Dave hissed at the feeling of Dirk and his piercing moving in his body, hips twisting ever so slightly.
“Nah, I’m no good at sweet-talking. Seems to be your area of expertise.” Dirk pulled out most of the way before thrusting back in, picking up his speed a little bit. “Dirty talk? Eh, a bit better at that but still not my forte.”
“What the fuck ever,” Dave mumbled, letting out a low moan as the pace increased. Honestly, the feel of his dick pressing against his prostate, and the semi-cooler piece of metal through it was intensely hot, and Dave couldn’t help but whine a little at his brother, wanting him to pick up the pace even more.
Dirk, hearing the whine, increased his pace a bit, taking one of Dave’s nipples into his mouth. So, yeah, Dave was kind of bent in half at this point but he was getting the onslaught of pleasure so it evened out, right?
It was a good thing, honestly, that Dave was flexible. His skin felt like it was on fire, with the lips on his chest, and the pressure of Dirk inside of him. He let out an appreciative moan at the increase in pace, hands reaching around Dirk’s neck and scratching at the back of his neck, nails digging in.
With every new thrust, Dirk increased his pace just a bit, waiting until he was at a noticeably faster speed before angling himself just slightly to where he was able to hit Dave’s prostate dead on, smirking against the skin on Dave’s chest.
“Oh fucking FUCK,” Dave cried out, his voice cracking again as he keened, stars flashing across his vision. “God damn it Dirk,” he said, pressing his hands into Dirk’s skin roughly. His body tensed and groaned softly, urging him on quietly.
Dirk brought his lips up to Dave’s ear, grinning a bit. “I can go harder, too, if that appeals to your tastes.” For emphasis, Dirk made his next thrust just a bit harder than before.
“Hhng, God, yeah.” He said, turning his head to place a sloppy kiss on the corner of Dirk’s mouth. Dave’s hips bucked slightly as Dirk pushed in harder, and he whined at the teasing pressure he barely felt against his sweet spot.
“You can tell me what you want me to do, Dave. You know that, right?” Dirk questioned, thrusting in a bit harder, brushing up against Dave’s prostate. Who knew that Dave was just as needy as Dirk, and enjoyed the same roughness that he did? Well, they certainly were twins.
“I didn’t think you’d want me ordering you around,” Dave said, groaning loudly. He finally moved one of his hands, no longer white knuckling the sheets, to wrap it around his own, neglected dick.
“When it comes to you enjoying this, I’d prefer you tell me what you want.” Dirk grinned a bit, kissing at Dave’s neck.
Dave laughed and tilted his head back, moaning softly as he touched himself. Heat washed over him and he was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Dirk kissed at his neck and Dave’s hips bucked upwards.
“Harder?” Dirk murmured against Dave’s ear, continuing his movements into Dave.
“Fuck, yeah” Dave groaned quietly, tensing as he lost himself in the feeling all over his body. “D-dirk, oh god,” He stuttered, head falling back again as the hand that wasn’t currently touching himself clutched at the sheets.
Dirk thrusted a bit harder into Dave, aimed at his prostate. Dave was vocal, and he loved it. Dave was just… too attractive.
Dave cried out, eyes shutting tightly. His body tensed again, and he felt the heat pooling at his stomach as he continued to stroke himself. Dirk hit the spot, again, and Dave came with a shout, hand moving up to close around Dirk’s arms, nails digging in.
Dirk groaned himself, feeling Dave tighten around him ever so slightly. It almost made him come right there. “In or out?” Dirk asked, though it came out as a groan.
Dave panted loudly, shaking his head. “Don’t fucking care,” He managed to mumble, still riding out the high from his orgasm. He half-hoped Dirk would choose in, just for the hell of it. Dave groaned at the thought, hips giving one last buck into his hand.
“In it is cause I don’t feel like pulling out just yet.” It was only a few more thrusts before Dirk came inside Dave.
Dave leaned forward to kiss Dirk as he came, grip finally loosening on his arm. He ran his fingers gently up and down, letting out a quiet moan as he felt the come inside of him. “Fuck, ” he said, mumbling quietly. “Fuck.”
“Agreed.” Dirk pressed his lips to Dave’s, pulling out slowly. His arm draped over Dave’s chest, head turned to the side. Was this counted as cuddling? Eh, Dirk didn’t care.
Dave winced as Dirk pulled out, a bit miffed by the feeling at first. He relaxed a tad, before grunting at Dirk. “C’mon fatass, if you wanted to cuddle, at least get off of me and quiet bending me in half.” He said, pushing at the other blonde gently. “I’m flexible, but Jesus Christ, man.”
“Forgot you were bent in half.” Dirk admitted, shifting enough so Dave wasn’t bent in half any longer. “There, now you’re unbent. Now cuddle me, fucker.”
Dave pushed the other to the side, before curling into him. He pressed his lips against the others slowly, tucking his head underneath Dirk’s chin.. “Demanding asshole,” He murmured quietly, though he was truthfully comfortable.
“Yeah you love me and I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have. You can top next time.” Dirk pulled Dave closer, ignoring the sticky feel of come between them thanks to Dave. “And do whatever you want to me.”
Dave smirked and nipped at his collar bone playfully. “Mhm, that sounds good. Not that I mind bottoming.” He paused. “It’s a fucking nice change, honestly.” Dave shifted and entwined his legs with Dirk’s, laughing quietly. “Can’t believe this just happened, though.”
“I’m glad it did.” Dirk chuckle a bit. “We’ll switch off. Since I topped this time, you top the next time and so on and so forth. Keep it fair.”
“Yeah, same.” He said, nodding in agreement. “That sounds like a plan. Ruins my thoughts to fucking surprise you or something by topping though,” Dave smirked.
“Like I would have fought you if you randomly decided to top me.” Dirk snorted a bit, finding it amusing.
“Shut up, let me live in my little fantasy world, alright?” Dave muttered, burying his face in Dirk’s chest.
“Now when have I ever let you do that?” Dirk questioned, playing with Dave’s hair.
Dave grunted and felt his eyes flicker a bit. He enjoyed having his hair played with. A lot. With a mischievous smirk, he started his stupid cat purr again, nuzzling into Dirk and even going as far to lick at his neck softly.
Dirk flinched, pulling at Dave’s hair slightly. “Keep it up and I’m getting you cat ears, a collar and a tail.” Which wasn’t an unattractive idea, to say the least.
Dave choked back a laugh, quietly mewling at Dirk. “Yeah, okay dog-boy. Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
“Dog boy? And yeah, I like it. It makes you seem harmless and almost cute.” Dirk snorted, because Dave was always cute. Well, hot, sexy and damn attractive, but cute worked too. “Maybe I will get those ears, collar and tail for you. Orange, of course.”
Dave snorted. “I am anything but harmless and cute.” He said. “And yes, dog boy. We both know it’s true.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes. “Wow, no. I’m not wearing obnoxious orange. Only wearing it if it’s red.”
“Nah, you’ll wear them for me. Who the fuck even has red cat ears? Nah, orange clip in ones, and an orange tail. Your collar will be orange as well.” Dirk seemed to have it planned… which he kinda did.
Dave groaned. “No, no. Too much orange, I’ll go blind.” He said. “Got this fairly planned, Dirk. Planning on making me your kitten for awhile now?”
“Mm, perhaps. How about an orange collar, and the ears and tail match your hair, then?” Dirk played with the ends of Dave’s hair.
Dave shrugged non-nonchalantly. “Alright, I could go for that,” He said, pushing his head into Dirk’s hands as the other played with his hair. “As long as I get to put puppy ears on you.”
“Yeah, go for it. I’m assuming my collar will be red?” Dirk questioned, raising a brow. He chuckled as Dave pushed against his hands, just like a cat.
“Yeah, fucking obviously. Might give you some dark brown ears instead though. It’d look cuter.” He said, laughing.
“Whatever floats your boat, bro.” Dirk grinned a bit. “I think they sell those at sex shops. We could pay a visit to one sometime and find out.”
Dave laughed. “Oh God, we’d probably come back with more than just ears and collars and tails. ” He muttered, hands running aimlessly across Dirk’s back.
“You say that as if I probably don’t already own half of the items in any sex shop.” Dirk grinned a bit. It was true, he did own a lot of sex toys and such.
Dave choked a bit, glancing up at his brother. “Fuck, you’re right. I forgot. Porn master extraordinaire.” He stated, giving a curious glance to Dirk’s closet.
“Curious as to what I have for toys?” Dirk questioned, seeing Dave’s glance to his closet. It wasn’t like he had much shame in the first place, but he had even less shame now.
“Uhn, yeah, kinda.” He said, rolling over to stare at the closet. “Never gave much thought about what you’d be into until now. And now I’m curious as ever.” Dave murmured softly, tilting his head back to look at Dirk.
“Mm, let’s see… what I’m into… Name off things and I’ll tell you yes or no, then you can venture into my closet.” Dirk stated, looking down at Dave.
“Tch, well obviously biting,” Dave said, finger moving to press on one of the bruises left on his hip bone. “Let’s start with something simplistic enough. Bondage?” He asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
“Definitely.” Dirk grinned a bit.
“Huh, figured. Alright, well a step further then. BDSM? Blood play? Asphyxiation?” Dave asked, naming kinks off the top of his head. He honestly wanted to experiment with some things, and others he was more nervous about. But he trusted Dirk. If it was something they could agree on, they could try it.
“Yes, yes and yes. Well, so long as there’s no risk of dying from blood loss in the blood-play one.” Dirk shrugged. He was a kinky guy, and if Dave was thinking of all of these, then yeah, Dave was pretty kinky too.
Dave shuddered softly. “Yeah, well obviously. ” He was way interested in trying this shit out. He might have gotten there eventually, in his own life - but with Dirk now, it would be way easier. “And good, because I’m sick of trying to strangle myself.” He said, jokingly. Not that he was actually kidding.
“So you have an asphyxiation kink as well? Heh, we really are twins.” Dirk stated , kissing Dave’s shoulder.
“I’ve played around with it,” He stated, trying to be non-nonchalant. Though the comment pleased him. “Probably got a lot of kinks I don’t know of yet, too.” Dave murmured, flipping around to kiss Dirk’s lips.
“Mm, name some more.” Dirk mumbled against Dave’s lips. There were a whole bunch of kinks out there.
Dave closed his eyes and thought for a moment. “Blindfolding, exhibitionism, cock rings, gags..” He trailed off. “Fuck man, I dunno. There’s a lot out there?”
“Yes, depends, yes and yes. I’m a kinky guy, Dave.” Dirk stated.
Dave laughed. “No shit, Sherlock.” He said, smirking. “And what do you mean, depends? “
“Depends on the type of exhibitionism. I still like my privacy, but doing it in a public restroom, yeah that’s hot. Doing it in a fountain in the middle of a mall, not so much. In public where you might get caught but no one is looking at you… yeah, that’s hot.” Dirk thought for a moment. “Movie theater might be pretty hot too, if it’s empty.”
“Good, same.” He said, looking at Dirk thoughtfully. “Doesn’t have to be completely empty. We’ve just gotta be quiet.” Dave murmured.
“Yeah, but I’d wanna pin you to the floor and fuck you senseless as well. Empty would be better for that.” Dirk pointed out.
He laughed. “That works too. Or you could shut your mouth and let me blow you in the middle of a shitty movie,” Dave retorted.
“Why can’t we do both? Go to a shitty movie and you can blow me, then we go to an empty theater and I fuck you senseless. Sounds like a good deal to me.” Dirk stated.
“Ever the romantic, my brother.” Dave smirked, taking a deep breath. “Alright, your turn though. Name some kinks?”
“Hmm… Uniforms, suspension, spreader bars, speech restrictions.” Dirk just named a few random kinks he knew of.
“Yes, maybe, sure, and yes. ” Dave said, laughing quietly. “We’ve got many fun nights ahead of us,” he grinned.
“Oh, fuck yeah we do. Let’s see… spanking, slutty clothes, scratching, rope body harness.” Dirk listed off a few more he knew.
“Sometimes, sure, definitely yes, and.. Not sure.” Dave said. “This is like a fucking game. A beautiful game.” He said, rolling to lay on top of Dirk, placing a small kiss on his cheek.
“I feel like every day from here on is going to be spent with us fucking and finding out other kinks we didn’t know we had.” Dirk grinned a bit, pecking Dave’s lips. “Naming some more. Riding crops, whipping, punishment, role play.”
“Damn straight it’ll be like that…” Dave said. “Or at least, I hope it will.” He nipped back at Dirk’s lips. “Meh not so much on the first two, but the second two, hell yes..” Dave groaned softly into the kiss.
“Oh it will if I have any say in this.” Dirk grinned a bit. “Piercings are an obvious kink of yours and mine, so… release denial, rimming, anything leather related, ice cubes.”
“Oh shit, release denial - hell fucking yes.” Dave said, laughing quietly. “Rimming and leather yes, ice cubes - probably not. ” He shivered at the thought, shrugging. Just wasn’t his cup of tea.
“Mm, I can have a lot of fun with the release denial.” Dirk grinned. “Hair pulling, following orders, enemas, toys.”
“Hn, yeah. That’s the point.” He said softly, curling up against Dirk. “Yes, yes, maybe, and obviously yes.” Dave murmured, eyes drifting closed as his tiredness slowly came over his body. ” ‘M tired. More tomorrow.” He mumbled, nestling into Dirk.
“Sleep, then. We’ll fool around again tomorrow.” Dirk said, chuckling a bit. He was feeling tired himself.