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“Dave, I’m going out for a while! Do you need anything?”
“Uh, no! I’m good!”
“Okay! What about Jade?”
“I think we’re good man! How long are you gonna be gone?”
“Like an hour or two?”
“Cool! Later!” Dave’s eyes flash down to meet yours, and you bite your lip. “Hey,” he says, in that tone of voice where he’s obviously trying to be smooth. You snort and lean up to kiss him.
For the most part, the fact that your boyfriend and your brother live together is pretty cool. You like to squeeze yourself between them on the couch during movie nights, where it’s always nice and cozy, and it means that you pretty much always have enough people for board games or friendly rounds of Mario Kart.
It does make some things a little awkward, though.
Technically, you and Dave haven’t really done anything yet. Well, no, you’ve done lots of things. But you haven’t done it yet. You want to, and you think that Dave wants to, but you don’t really know how to ask.
You slide into Dave’s lap and his hands immediately slide down to your hips to tug you that little bit closer. You can feel him starting to get hard in his jeans. It makes you groan into his mouth, and he rolls his hips up against yours in response.
You break away from kissing him with a gasp that makes your cheeks flush. “Was that okay?” Dave asks breathlessly, his own cheeks bright red.
“It was good!” you assure, dipping down to start mouthing along his jaw. He sighs in what might be relief or might just be pleasure at the kisses you’re trailing against him, tilting his head back to grant you better access as you start to work your way down to his neck. He doesn’t move his hips again even though you said it was okay, but he does keep his hands on your hips, and you can feel his fingers digging into your flesh a little bit in a way that’s really hot.
Your mouth brushes against the collar of his t-shirt, so you move your hands to push it up and off. He sort of rolls his torso with your movements to help you get it off, and then you’ve got his bare chest in front of you and you let out a breath.
There are still marks on him from the last time you did this, and you press your mouth against one now, dragging your teeth against the skin. “Jade,” he moans, and you shiver.
This, you’ve done plenty of times. You press all sorts of kisses and bites against his chest, pausing in a couple of places to leave fresh marks on him. One of Dave’s hands comes up to tangle into your hair, and he’s not really gripping it that tightly or anything, but there’s still something exhilarating about it. When you start to trail down past his chest, he leans back onto an elbow, and you can see a little divot in his cheek where he bites on the inside of it.
Eventually, you do get far enough down that your back can’t bend any more, and you know you’re going to have to slide out of his lap if you want to keep going. You sit up first, just to look at him. Dave’s face is burning a shade of red which rivals his favorite fruit and he’s got one hand up over his mouth to block off what he would undoubtedly refer to as embarrassing noises. You like his embarrassing noises, though, so you pout down at him. When he realizes you’re looking at him, he slides his hand up to push his bangs away from his forehead and chuckles. “Sorry,” he mumbles.
“You don’t need to be sorry!” You lean down to press a quick kiss against his mouth—chaste, compared to what you were doing to his chest a minute ago—and then add, “I do like it when I can hear you, though.”
He coughs out something that might be a laugh or might just be another embarrassing noise, and you beam, finally sliding out of his lap and onto your knees at the edge of his bed. Dave sits up a little straighter, although he’s still leaning on his elbow in a way that’s weirdly, unfairly sexy. “Are you sure you wanna…?”
“I wanna!” you assure. Dave has been a real gentleman about asking every time you’ve done this—all three times, that is—but you’ve been quick to assure him that you like doing this. You really like it, actually, and you’re a little bit worried about what that says about you.
You can already tell Dave is fully hard even before you pop open the button on his jeans, and you beam that much brighter at him. It’s exciting knowing you have that much of an effect on him!
“Hello there,” you coo once you do get his fly undone, just a little bit teasing.
“Jade, please don’t say hi to my dick,” Dave groans, sliding his hand down from his hair to cover his eyes like he’s trying to hide from you.
“But he’s always so happy to see me!” you say, definitely teasing this time. Dave drops his head back against the mattress and you’re pretty sure you can see his lips moving as he murmurs something to himself under his breath, but you can’t make it out. Somewhat apologetically, you lean down and press a kiss against his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
“Oh fuck,” he says, which is always a good sign, in your opinion.
You wrap your lips around the outline of his cock to mouth at his hard-on through his boxers and Dave rewards you with a nice, loud moan. You keep at that for a little while, dragging your tongue against him and even your teeth, a little bit, until there’s a big damp patch in his boxers from your spit and his precum that feels a little unpleasant against your lips. At that point, finally, you tug Dave’s boxers down his thighs until you have his cock standing freely in front of your face.
You don’t exactly have any point of reference, but from the few times you’ve seen it and had it in your mouth, Dave’s dick seems big to you. You’re still working your way up to getting the whole thing in your mouth without gagging, and the idea of having to fit that in you is nearly as nerve-wracking as it is exciting.
Apparently you’ve been distracted just looking at it a little bit too long, because Dave nervously mumbles, “You don’t gotta do anything. Uh, if you don’t wanna. I know you said you were sure, but it’s fine if—”
“I want to, Dave!” you say, trying to sound more reassuring than annoyed. You laugh a little bit, which you think helps sell it. At least, Dave nods and sinks back to lay flat on the bed again. You hear him take a deep breath, like he’s preparing himself to do something hard, and you smile. “And you can tell me to stop, if you want me to,” you tack on. You guess his nerves are getting to you.
“What? No. I want you to. I mean—I don’t want you to stop. I want you to. Uh. Keep going.” He cringes a little bit—at least, you think he does, it’s a little hard to tell from your angle. Even though he’s not looking at you, you offer him your best reassuring smile and nod.
When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, he moans, and you huff a laugh. “I haven’t even started yet!”
“Don’t care. Feels good. Love you,” he replies, sounding increasingly embarrassed with each sentence.
Your smile softens. “I love you too,” you say, and then finally tilt your head down to press a kiss against his cock. It’s barely anything—practically just brushing your lips against his head—but Dave groans and slides his hand down to thread his fingers through your hair again. When you finally take his head into your mouth, his grip on your hair tightens, but it’s still not enough to hurt; just enough to make your heart race.
You keep your focus on his head for a little while. You know that it’s extra sensitive, although you’re not sure if that’s a fact of dicks or if that’s just a Daveism, and you absolutely won’t choke on that. You wrap your tongue around it and Dave’s breath hitches, which makes you shudder.
Eventually, though, you do start to bob your head down along the length of him. You keep one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and you move the other hand to his thigh to push his legs a little further spread. It’s kind of awkward, since his jeans are still caught around his knees, but he does at least try to kick them a little lower so he can give you a bit more room to work.
When your nose bumps up against your fist, you pause for a moment to adjust. It’s a little awkward trying to move your tongue while Dave is filling up your mouth, but after a couple of strokes of your tongue along the underside of his cock, Dave starts groaning again.
You have to go slowly when you start to bob your head again. You’re trying to split your focus between moving your head and moving your tongue, and it’s not the easiest thing in the world!
“Jade,” Dave moans, apparently sensing that you’re in need of some encouragement. Then he adds, “So fucking good.” The praise makes your cheeks flush and you moan around him. It must feel good, because Dave’s hips try to buck up off the bed and into your mouth; the stabilizing force of your hand on his thigh is the only thing that holds him down enough that you don’t choke. “Sorry,” he breathes. You hum to let him know it’s okay, and he chokes out, “I cannot stay still if you do that.”
It’s hot and flattering all at once, and you hum again just to tease him before you drop the hand that’s wrapped around his cock down to his other thigh to hold him down a little more firmly. As if in direct response, you can feel Dave try to squirm his hips, and you press them down as hard into the bed as you can.
“Jade—shit—” Dave gasps. Hearing him say your name like that makes your guts twist up and your thighs clench, and you start bobbing your head a little faster.
Without your hand in the way, you’re able to start pressing down just a bit further with each bob of your head. At this point, Dave is a panting, moaning mess above you, and you’re impressed with your own strength to keep his hips pretty much still as he tries desperately to rock up into your mouth.
“Jade—please—” he moans. You don’t know what he’s asking for, but you want to give it to him.
Dave’s hand has a vice grip on your curls. At least nominally, it’s to keep them from falling in your face; you got hair in your mouth the first time you did this and it wasn’t pleasant for either of you. You can feel the way he just slightly pushes and pulls your head by it, though. You try to match the pace he nudges you toward, try to go even further down on him than you’ve managed before—whatever you can do to urge him toward his orgasm.
“Fuck—Jade! So good, ‘m so close, please just…” His words come out slightly incoherent, a little jumbled and a little slurred, and it makes your chest squeeze with fondness. Your eyes flash up toward his face, but his head is thrown back against the bed, so you can’t really make out much of it. He’s got a hand thrown over his mouth again, though, which is always a surefire way to tell that he’s right there.
He pulls your hair hard enough to pull you off of him all of a sudden, and you barely have time to process what’s happening before he’s cumming.
Thankfully, Dave had the awareness to pull you back far enough that he doesn’t cum all over your face (although upon further consideration, you think that could be kind of hot). Most of it hits your chin and the front of your shirt, but a little bit does get on your lips, which you lick curiously. Sour!
Dave’s chest is heaving when you look up at him again, his head still dropped back against the bed. You smile as his hand releases its grip on your hair, and you dip your head down to press a quick kiss against his thigh before you crawl over him again.
Dave is red-faced and sweaty, his hair all mussed up from where he ran his hand through it. He’s easily the handsomest man you’ve ever seen. “I love you,” you murmur.
“Love you,” he pants back, smiling softly.
You press a few more kisses against his face while he tries to catch his breath, tiny affectionate brushes of your lips over his cheeks and forehead and wherever else you can reach. You can tell when he’s caught his breath because he tilts his head up to catch your lips for a real kiss. You smile into it even though it always feels a little weird to kiss him right after having his dick in your mouth.
After a moment, though, he pulls away and mumbles sheepishly, “Do you want me to, uh. Return the favor?”
You’re a little confused by what he means at first. He’s already kissing you back, which isn’t really a favor. But then you do realize what he means, and your cheeks flush. Even though you’ve sucked his dick a few times, Dave hasn’t done all that much to you. You don’t want him to feel pressured or anything.
“You don’t have to!” you insist, injecting your voice with extra pep.
“I want to,” he says, and it’s rushed enough that you believe him because he’s obviously embarrassed.
You don’t know what he’s embarrassed about. It somehow manages to be hot and sweet, and the only response you can manage is, “Okay.”
The first two times you did this, you didn’t ask Dave to do anything after because it was kind of embarrassing and he was clearly having trouble catching his breath. You made out with him for a little while after, and then you took care of yourself once you got home. Last time, Dave asked you what you did to get off after, and despite the fact that the question was kind of mortifying (for both of you, you think), you answered him honestly. Then he asked to watch, and that made your guts twist up so much that it barely took any time to get yourself off.
You lean back against the pillows and Dave rolls over, bracing himself to lean over you on one of his forearms. His lips press against yours, and the kiss is a little clumsy, but you’re excited enough that you don’t really care. One of his thighs slides up between yours, pushing your skirt up in the process, and you whine as you rock your hips down against it.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, still so close you can feel it against your mouth. You huff a laugh, but you’re too embarrassed to say anything about it.
He moves to start pressing kisses against your neck. They’re equally clumsy, but he drags his teeth against the skin at the crook of your neck once he gets to it, which is enough to make you shudder anyway. “Dave…” you sigh.
“That good?” he mumbles.
You smile. “It’s very good,” you say, half-teasing and half-reassuring. He breathes something like a laugh against your skin and latches onto your neck to start sucking a mark against it. You toss your head back against the pillows with a sharp breath, sliding your hands up to dig your fingers into his back.
Once you’ve definitely got a dark mark that you’re not going to be able to explain on your neck, he pulls away to push your shirt up and off. You arch your back to make it a little easier for him. It probably needed to come off anyway on account of the cum threatening to stain it, but you find yourself shivering and your skin prickling up with goosebumps as his fingers brush against your skin with featherlight touches.
You aren’t wearing a bra underneath it. You almost never do when you’re just going over to his apartment to hang out—that’s your small-chested privilege, you guess—but Dave stares at you with his mouth slightly agape like he’s never seen you shirtless before anyway. Granted, he hasn’t seen you shirtless that much, but you’ve changed in front of him the few times you’ve spent the night, and you took your clothes off last time because it felt a little awkward, somehow, to masturbate in Dave’s bed while he watched you fully clothed.
“I love you,” he mumbles. You smile again, but before you can say anything back, he leans down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples.
“Dave,” you end up moaning instead, arching your back again. He hums against your skin, sliding one of his hands up over your ribs to palm at your other breast.
Neither of you is especially patient, and he starts to trail his kisses down after only a few seconds with his mouth on your breast. The cold air against your wet skin from his saliva makes you shiver again, which isn’t helped by Dave brushing a kiss just below your navel, near the waistband of your skirt.
You’re a little bit too under him to efficiently lift your hips up so your skirt can come off, not to mention he’s still pressing kisses against your belly. They almost tickle, but it’s in a way that has your toes curling and your teeth digging into your lower lip.
Evidently, Dave realizes your skirt conundrum, because he moves his hands to start rolling your skirt up. It’s already bunched around your thighs from when he pressed his leg between yours, so it doesn’t take that much effort to push it over your hips.
You realize suddenly how wet you are, and your face flushes up to your ears. You’re sure that he can probably see the damp patch in your underwear. You chance a look down at him to see him grinning up at you.
“Hello there,” he teases.
You snort, reaching down to playfully shove one of his shoulders. “Shut up!”
He grins a little wider and then tilts his head down to press a kiss against you through your underwear. It doesn’t really feel like much of anything, but it’s still a reminder of what you’re doing, so it makes any trace of laughter die in your chest anyway. His own face settles into something a little more serious, and he looks up at you again to ask, “Can I take these off?”
You smile. It’s nice to know that Dave is still just as respectful about asking when he’s the one going down on you. “You can take them off,” you confirm.
It takes a little bit of shuffling on both your parts; you have to wiggle your hips and lift them up off the bed, and Dave has to lean back to give you room to work. Then your underwear is off, though, and you’re pretty much naked in front of Dave. Granted, your skirt is still on, but it’s not exactly covering anything.
“Hey,” he breathes. It doesn’t sound teasing this time, so you tilt your head to look down at him. He looks… nervous. Well, he looks like he’s trying really hard not to look nervous anyway, which might as well be the same thing.
You reach down to stroke your fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you say. “There’s no pressure just because I did it.”
“There’s no pressure,” Dave confirms, nodding. “I wanna,” he adds. You nod, stroking your fingers through his hair again. You think he likes it, because he leans into the touch for a second.
After that second, though, he apparently remembers the mission, and he scoots back down until his mouth is almost pressed against you again, except this time he would be making bare contact. You swallow hard around the urge to press him onward. Dave has always been really good about not pushing you, and you want to offer him the same courtesy.
You don’t have to wait very long, at least. There’s another second where you think Dave is steeling his resolve—probably against worries that he’s going to be bad, if you had to guess—and then he leans down to brush a kiss against your clit. It’s barely anything, but your thighs twitch at either side of his head.
Dave opens his mouth and drags his tongue against you. It doesn’t actually feel especially good—he doesn’t press it against your clit or your slit or anything. He just licks a sort of languorous stripe up your center like he’s trying to get a taste of you. It feels almost like a dog licking your hand, and that imagery makes your nose crinkle. “You can—” you start, before Dave slides his tongue along your slit, ending with a stroke against your clit that makes you shudder and sigh. “That’s good,” you remember to mumble after a second.
He strokes his tongue along your slit two more times before he drives it a little more firmly against your clit, apparently determining that that’s what you like best. Your fingers are still buried in his hair, and your grip tightens just a bit when he drags his tongue in a slow circle against your clit. “Dave.”
Normally, when you’re masturbating, you’re pretty quiet. It’s usually kind of late at night and you don’t want to bother your roommate, and it’s not like you get anything out of making noise all by yourself anyway. But Dave rewards you for the moan of his name with another one of those circles of his tongue against your clit, and pretty soon he starts to figure out what you like as you start to figure out that he really likes hearing you. You guess it makes sense, since you always like hearing him, too.
A spark of electricity runs down the muscles in your leg and it jumps up, squeezing your thigh against Dave’s cheek. His response is to grab your leg and pull it over your shoulder, opening you up to him some more.
When Dave presses his tongue inside of you, it feels weird. It’s nothing like your fingers, which are pretty much the only thing you have any experience with. It’s much shorter and much less rigid.
But then he curls his tongue up, and you don’t really care what your fingers feel like. You moan, arching your back off of the bed again. Dave moans against you in response, and the soft vibrations make you shudder.
He keeps stroking his tongue against whatever spot inside of you he’s discovered, and you’re a little astounded that Dave has managed to find any part of you that you didn’t already know about. You resolve that you’re going to need to explore yourself a lot more after this, although maybe you could be content with just having Dave like this. “Feels so good,” you say, tinging into a gasp at the end as he presses his tongue into you again.
Eventually, that electricity that shot through your leg starts to build up in the rest of your body. You struggle not to squirm and fail not to rock your hips up against Dave’s mouth. Your breath starts to catch in your chest with every other exhale, coming out as high-pitched, breathy moans instead, and you press your head back hard against Dave’s pillows. You recognize that you’re digging your heel into his back a little bit, too, and you try to ease up on that a little bit so you don’t accidentally hurt him. It feels like all of your skin is on fire, from your face to your chest to the tops of your feet.
Finally, it’s like lightning strikes. Every single muscle in your body goes tense, and you barely manage to rip your hand away from his hair to twist it into the sheets instead before you wind up accidentally tearing a chunk of it out.
You’ve had orgasms before, but it feels different somehow with Dave’s mouth on you. There are stars popping behind your eyes and you’re sure you can feel it as little fireworks in your brain. Your thighs and the muscles in your stomach clench and unclench, leaving you twitching and still rocking your hips shallowly against his mouth. Finally, the last of the kinetic energy leaves you, and you sag, boneless, against Dave’s bed.
He’s panting when he pulls away, looking up at you with practical stars in his eyes. He looks like a kid who’s just unwrapped a brand new toy, or like a dog waiting for a treat. You manage to find the energy to untangle your hand from his sheets and stroke it through his hair again. “Good boy,” you say, a little teasing.
Dave shudders in response, staring at you, if it’s possible, with even more awe.
He presses a few kisses against the insides of your thighs before he finally crawls up and over you again. You’re both essentially naked now, and fresh off the back of your orgasm, you feel like you’re extra aware of everywhere his body touches yours—especially of his half-hard cock pressing against your stomach.
“I love you,” you say, offering him a tired smile.
“I love you too,” he mumbles, leaning down to trail a few kisses against your jaw. You can’t help a breathless laugh.
“You wanna go again?” you ask, biting your lip.
Dave’s face has been flushed down to his chest pretty much since the button to his jeans first popped open, but you’re pretty sure that if it wasn’t, then he’d be flushing an even more brilliant red now. “You don’t have to. I’m chill to just, like, cuddle up.”
You shake your head and tilt your head up to press a kiss against his mouth, dragging your tongue against his lower lip. He kisses you back eagerly, and then groans into your mouth when you wrap your thighs around his hips. “I mean, you wanna?” you try again, hoping the implication is a little clearer this time.
“Oh,” he breathes, wide-eyed. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” you affirm, nodding. Then, just in case, you add, “I want to.”
“Fuck yeah.” He grins, leaning down to kiss you again and sliding his hands down to grab onto your thighs.
And the two of you forget all about John.