lusi | 001: And The Rains Fall

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marvel comics 616: david alleyne

001: And The Rains Fall

● WHO: David Alleyne, OTA
● WHAT: Event Prompts and Later
● WHEN: June
● WHERE: Everywhere
● WARNINGS: CW: Lust dart, mastrubation, more specific warnings as relevant.

The Storm
Shelter is a rare enough thing here. And the situation now means that there are cramped spaces to wait out the storm. David stands under cover now, watching the sky open up and watching it with the strangest start of fondness.

"You ever just... miss the weather?"

Dualis had lacked weather entirely and the thought of it here and now, natural and free, earned a wistful fondness from him.

Green-Eyed Fruit
Exploration should always be done cautiously, and with the buddy system. This much David understood. That didn't mean that he respected it. After the skies clear and plants start to bloom, he heads out into the green, shocked and pleased by the sight. It's wonderful. It's natural. He hasn't seen plants in months. This is, of course, what leads to him moving through the foliage and fetching down what he knows is a passionfruit.

There was no way food growing naturally could be tainted, right? Prepared food, it made sense. But this? David smiles and takes a bit out of the fruit, loving the taste of its juices exploding across his tongue.

Cupid's Dart? CW: mastrubation, likely sex acts to follow
One would think that after one stupid exploration, David wouldn't be so silly as to go off alone again. Right?

Wrong. Smart people make really stupid life choices sometimes. Including roving further away from shelter. Since there likely weren't predators, he didn't find himself too concerned. Just, he reminded himself, avoid eating anything and he should be fine.

There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, no doubt from an insect. Okay, getting stung was annoying. But that's not too bad, right? Except the further he walked, the hotter he got. Fuck, he was too hot. Needed to take a break. David came to stop below a nice tree for shelter. And maybe his clothes were too tight. Those clearly had to come off. And oh boy did he ever ache. So he reaches down, slowly starting to stroke himself. Fuck if that wasn't the best thing ever. Well, for now at least.

The Aftermath
Surely there isn't anything so awkward as returning, days later, to his original shelter, flushed and embarrassed. At least, David found, the robots had been busy. Busy enough for the shelter to be mostly uncovered. No robots either. That's nice. Especially after having to flee them earlier.

"See, this is why I hate robots. And AI. Because all that just happened," he groans as he flops down into the shelter. "Tired of robot trying to kill me!"

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Neither one of them ought to be out exploring as weird as everything is around here, and yet... here they are. He didn't expect to stumble across David. He expected even less to stumble across him naked.

Teddy freezes for a moment, eyes going wide. He can't bring himself to talk for a second, whether it's because he's embarrassed or because-- well, that's. A sight.

Even when David starts to obviously reach down... His throat grows dry, but he can't speak.

"David--!" Yeah, he's not sure how to follow that up really. Stop?

... Keep going?

Except no, he really, really shouldn't.

The voice gets his face to lift, his eyes to rise up to meet Teddy. It doesn't get his hand to stop, just to squeeze a little tighter. Which, in its own course, made him moan.

"T-teddy," David stammers out. Part of him, the smallest, teeny tiniest part, is embarrassed. The rest of him is shameless as he looks Teddy over. That? That would feel SO good pressed against him.

Look away. Look away.

He keeps telling himself to do it, but he can't bring himself to. David looks unfairly good sprawled out like he is, watching him. He feels heat flush his cheeks and he tries to at least meet David's eyes.

"I... um." He swallows. "Sorry? I should maybe... probably--" Go. Get out.

Don't look away. Please. David just... Wants him so much. Which isn't new. But it's more intense right now.

"Help me," he breathes out, moving as if to stand.

"David..."

Crap. He takes a step forward, towards David. "I'm here."

Those are words they'll probably both regret. Eventually. In the now, regret is far from his mind. Instead David's just stumbling to his feet, unable to be very graceful when he still has his hard length in hand, stroking it. But hey, he does manage to win his feet and move to Teddy, reaching for the man's arm.

"Touch me. I need it. I need you now."

They probably will. This whole situation definitely could be one huge regret. But then he's grabbing at Teddy's arm and Teddy is stepping forward despite every better judgement. Something is definitely going on... It's wrong.

But he brings up one hand to rest against the side of David's face while the other slides down to nudge at David's hand to shoo it away from his length.

"Are you sure about this?"

Is he certain? Far more certain than Teddy is. Certain enough that when he groans in protest over his hand being moved away from his own aching length, he doesn't stop himself from grabbing Teddy's and guiding it into place instead. Surely that is a definitive enough statement of intent.

There's a part of him that sharply reminds that he shouldn't do this, not with David or anyone else.

But his fingers curl around David when he's guided in, not bothering with teasing as he starts to stroke him properly, his other hand sliding up his back to keep him near.

Shouldn't, but is. And David's lost all sensibility with the touch. He leans forward, resting some of his weight against Teddy even as the fingers of his now free hand come to his mouth to suck on them. Once they're slicked he closes his eyes and reaches back to start pressing his fingers into himself, panting and desperate.

Edited 2020-06-18 00:53 (UTC)

"David..." He gasps the name against his skin as he leans in, presses his head against his shoulder to press a kiss along the skin there. He shouldn't, but the urge to touch is too strong to ignore entirely, especially if David is going to do that to himself.

It's a good name. A name someone should be happy to have. Not that he's capable of processing that name is his at this moment, Instead he's panting as he presses more firmly against Teddy, trying to feel as much skin as he can against his own. If that includes leaning into those lips at his neck, well then he's down to for it.

His free hand moves to Teddy's wrist, gripping and pulling at it, as if that might make the man stroke him faster, as if that will get him to his pleasure sooner.

He lets out a noise when David reaches for his hand, his fingers twitching tighter around him as he tilts his head, pressing his forehead to the other's.

"Let me," he murmurs. Let him do this. He won't keep David waiting for long after all.

But he's going so Sloooooow. David whines and nods, his hand letting Teddy go. But the fingers inside himself only speed up, seeking some extra high to his pleasure as his breath starts to hitch. Sure, he felt good now, but he could feel BETTER, and Teddy should let him feel better. Please let him feel it.

"Please," he whimpers at last, finally finding a word, but having nothing to add to it.

It doesn't go slow for long. Teddy picks up the pace soon enough, pumping his hand quicker over David as he pulls away enough to try to get a look at him properly.

"Better?"

Better but not enough. The pulling away, though, prompts motion from David. He moves to lean up and kiss Teddy, pressing their lips together. But it's not as chaste and hesitant as it was the first time he did this. No, instead it's desperate, his arm looping around Teddy's neck to hold him there as his hips thrust, jerking readily into Teddy's grip.

They're kissing, again, and Teddy knows they shouldn't be. He's wrapped up in the moment enough that it doesn't stop him from responding to the kiss though, hungry and deep as his hand only tightens on David, pumps faster over him to match the desperation he can feel.

Well there it is. The edge he was throwing himself toward, and now it was right there. The kiss helps, a lot, and before at last his whole body is overwhelmed. He moans against the man's mouth as, with another thrust, he spills right in Teddy's hand.

He eagerly swallows that moan up, the arm he has steadying David pulling him nearer as warmth spills against his hand. He strokes him through the pleasure, only slowing when he's spent. "David," he murmurs breathlessly.

For a moment, his own thoughts are just distracted enough by want to not feel the guilt that will be seeping in any moment.

The touch quickly goes from amazing to overstimulating and David has to come to a stop, sagging against Teddy as his body is left shaking from the high. From the neurochemicals and how weak they leave his body.

And well before his body can move, his brain is moving all over again. From where he is, leaning against Teddy, it's impossible to hide when the shaking from pleasure turns to the stronger quivering of fear. When the lost breath of pleasure is replaced by the irregular tears of breath that come with crying.

This was the absolute worst mistake he's made, and he couldn't even explain why it had happened.

It's the way he shakes in Teddy's arms that draws him back to reality, along with the sobbing. Crap. His hand gets hastily wiped off so he can hold on to David properly.

Whatever state he'd been in, personally, gets shoved down real quick when there's crying involved. "David, hey... don't cry. It's--"

It's what? Okay? Not really. But something was clearly wrong here

"I've got you."

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against Teddy’s skin. “I’m sorry. Fuck, Ted, I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t supposed to. Just couldn’t help himself. Everything had been so instant, so demanding, and Teddy has just been there.

“I know I wasn’t... I’m not supposed to. You’re not...”

No. He can’t do this. He can’t do it at all. He pulls away from Teddy, quickly turning his back on the other and rushing for his discarded clothes. Flight is clearly imminent.

"David, wait, it's-- you don't have to apologize." Just talk? Maybe they can work something out or--

Whatever.

But David looks like he's more interested in running than talking.

"At least get dressed first, come on."

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001: And The Rains Fall

Cupids Dart - might as well dive head first into awkward!

all of the awkward.

it's what they're good at

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