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Shut up? [ muttered but he stops looking at john's chest and lifts his gaze again. purses his lips and tilts his head to the side. ]

[The pose is enough to get him to listen and he nods to himself, smiling again even while he catches Dave's eye. Without his glasses things are a little fuzzy but he can still see this close and he shifts to rest his hands on Dave's shoulders. He's keeping his movements slow anyway just in case Dave hits abort and he keeps it simple, starting off with a small kiss to a place on Dave's neck and working his lips over smooth skin without teeth just yet. If Dave wants a hockey then John will just...kind of draw it out and go for it.]

[ he asked, so dave isn't actually hitting abort. he just makes an impatient noise because he knows they're on a clock. it's followed by a muttered: ] Just make something that lasts, will you?

[ because that's. why he asked.

this is excruciatingly stupid. ]

[There's no verbal reply, but he gets the point and he follows with an audible hum as he scrapes his teeth over the same patch of skin, biting a little to test it out. He keeps the flesh between his front teeth, tugging just a little and letting his fingers splay over the back of Dave's shoulders.]

[ it's not a bad test? dave doesn't flinch away or tense up. he shifts his newly freed hand to tangle in john's hair and lets his other hand remain on john's thigh, a little cautious but kind of secure in the fact he won't get shoved away. there's a sigh of either relief or interest. ]

[See this part is weirdly easy. It's easy and he's kind of overly elated that Dave's letting him do this and he keeps his mouth against the same place. The biting stops and he moves his teeth out of the way, fingers kneading lightly into Dave's shoulders and spine as he settles for sucking on his selected spot. It's a steady combo of sucking and kissing and occasionally scraping his teeth over Dave's skin but it's a combination he knows will work even if he doesn't let up from Dave's neck for a while.]

[ there's a sort of helpless laugh. ] I love you so fucking much, holy shit.

[There's a grin against Dave's skin and John doesn't answer because he knows. He knows and he feels it too and instead there's a harder suck in reply as he pulls back to lave his tongue flat against the spot and pull back just enough to answer.]

Yeah, yeah...love you, too. [Overly fond and pleased and a little excited even as he moves to continue leaving a bruise.]

[ the issue with this: it leaves dave's mouth entirely free to run off and he is...dave. ] Feels really good. I don't mind when you use your teeth. I'd rather have you than a mark but I want...you. Why're you always pure adrenaline.

[It helps that his mouth's busy so he can't reply. Instead, he nips at his neck again and keeps himself busy even as his fingers move again to just-very-slightly dip into the collar of Dave's shirt.

So really, fuck if he knows why he's pure adrenaline but he's seemingly a lot less shy about this than he was about their first kiss so go figure.]

[ dave is embarrassing himself but he's terrible at shutting up. he catches john's hand and draws it to his lips instead, a stupid chaste kiss to john's fingertips before he opts to wrap his lips around john's pointer finger on the grounds it might keep him quiet, it might distract john from his diverting john's hands away from touching him differently, and also he just fucking wants to.

john will presumably just stop him if he has to, but until then dave swirls his tongue idly and is a weird nuisance. ]

[It's so hilariously minute and stupid and yet effective in that he bites down harder and there's a slight squeak of a noise when his head registers that Dave's tongue is doing things and he's content to let his imagination take over. His hand's loose so Dave can do as he pleases and his breathing's a little heavier through his nose as he focuses on leaving a big mark and a maybe a smaller one, too. His free hand's tangling up in Dave's hair again and his nose nudges against Dave's neck, taking his time and pointedly ignoring that literally all of his thoughts are going straight to his dick instead. On the bright side at least they're home and he's controlling himself but Dave's also a great test of his willpower and patience.

...but just out of curiosity, his middle finger of the same hand brushes against Dave's mouth to see if he'll take that one, too.]

[ ...oh, okay, he likes that squeak. that's clearly a reason not to stop, and john's other finger brushes his lips and dave mentally shrugs and shifts to lean in a little, taking in his middle finger, too. why not.

he's kind of aware that sucking his boyfriend's fingers is more than a little suggestive (he's pretty sure he thoroughly distracted john, though) but it's the kind of non-committal suggestive he'd pulled in the closet at work.

he should maybe let john live instead but you know what no. ]

[He should maybe let John live considering John's face is mostly pressed into Dave's neck and he's busy mumbling a little while pulling off of a nice bruise low on his neck. His fingers teasingly grab Dave's tongue but he doesn't push them further in or anything, rather just lightly licking over the shape of the bruise before murmuring in Dave's ear.]

Still feel good?

[ what if instead he doesn't. john's voice that low in his ear gets a shiver but dave just scrapes his teeth lightly over john's fingers in retaliation and doesn't respond.

he's likely to give up first but he can try???? ]

[It's fine, his only response is to equally lightly take Dave's earlobe between his teeth and bite gently, tugging before he moves back to Dave's neck.]

I'm liking how this looks on you.

[ rude as fuck. dave pulls off of john's fingers to kiss his wrist, lightly. ]

Yeah? I'll have to consider wearing it more often.

[There's a curious little hum at the kiss, hand twisting to go wrist-side-up.]

Would you?

[ ...a shrug. ] You can mark me up whenever the fuck you want, darlin'.

[...cool he'll just. Pull his hand away and try to kiss him again instead.]

[ that works for dave. he leans in with a huff of maybe laughter, teeth teasing at john's lower lip. ]

[There's a grin and he parts his lips again, attempting to immediately slip him tongue again before his phone begins to ring. There's the most irritated groan as he pulls away, moves exaggerated and annoyed even as he answers his phone and talks to whoever on the other end. He's still annoyed when he hangs up.]

Food's here.

[ yeah sorry he just laughs and kisses john's neck while john's on the phone and pulls away without any visible issues when john hangs up. ]

Guess that'll have to do for however long.

There's an unhappy noise when Dave pulls away.]

This sucks. [But not long after there's a grin anyway.] Pick a movie, I'll go down and get the pizza. And check out your neck.

You look way too pleased with yourself. [ dryly, as he lifts his hand to his neck almost absently. ]

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