And I'm giving in to your fever touch

[chumpelstiltskin]

You'd think for the amounts of money changing hands here, they'd spend a little more of the budget on the building. It's shady business, but they didn't have to take it this literally. It's fucking dingy here, and Dave feels dirtier every second he waits here.

And of course it's taking forever. The trolls they keep trotting out in front of him all look the same. All as close to conventional attractiveness as you can get and they don't match what he's looking for. Confusing, because he's sourcing new models for a live-streamed porn business. Maybe it's a risky move, but every porn business has trolls on hand doing the same shit everyone else does. He wants something different. He's firm.

So he's waiting while they inevitably panic and rustle up some mishmash of sad assholes. The door finally opens and the handler and three trolls walk in. Blindfolded and blushing various shades from the drugs in their system. It's just a small taste of what they can offer when you get them in the right state. Dave circles them, dismissing one immediately.

He's quickly taken in by a lanky looking one with double horns, when it's clear he's taken an interest the handler mutters something about it being a particular feature of his and that it's not limited to his horns. Dave dips a hand down, pulling his pants forward enough to look down them.

"Cool." He sounds almost childishly amused by it.

"Yeah, get this one ready."

They're all removed from the room and now there's more waiting, but now Dave is entertained by the idea of what happens next. They wave him through and Sollux is waiting for him- or someone. He's a little out of it and he's still blindfolded. He has some weird cuffs on him and when Dave asks, he finds out he has some kooky powers. He's not concerned, he doesn't think he particularly needs his hands free for Dave to test him out.

What matters is he's naked and the twin dicks are wiggling enticingly. Conscious that he's here for business and not leisure, Dave wastes very little time reaching in and tracing his finger over one of them curiously. He chuckles as it shies away and then curls around his fingers, he bites his bottom lip and watches for a moment before speaking.

"Cute." He pulls his hand back, giving Sollux's shoulder a nudge with it. "Bend over."

Comments

[chumpelstiltskin]

It doesn't take much for Dave to get in the mood enough to get hard for Sollux. It's something about the control he has over the situation, encouraged by watching the way Sollux complies for him and gets into position. The fact that he's complicit because he has no choice but to be doesn't take anything from the situation.

It's difficult for him to empathise on that level with someone.. something that exists to fill needs like these.

Dave hums approvingly, but he takes his time. He approaches Sollux and loiters there to look at him before he runs his hand over the back of his thigh curiously. It's decently soft, but it has a different feel to him than regular skin. Without warning, his hand approaches his nook and he slides two fingers into the warm, wet hole. He curls them back and forth and scissors curiously, resting his other hand on Sollux's back like he's a piece of furniture for inspecting.

He draws his fingers out, wiping them off on Sollux.

"So, yellow huh? Kind of nasty. That's a hard sell."

He doesn't sound particularly impressed. He's also rustling, the tell tale sounds of someone opening a belt and unzipping occurring behind Sollux while his hand still rests on him. Without further dillydallying, he slides his cock into him without any teasing or fanfare.

He hisses, now he sounds a little impressed.

"Still tight though. First time?"

[onthelii2p]

The waiting is hard. It shouldn't be, knowing what it means, but there's more than his own mind guiding the situation. His bulges twist and curl in impatience, but when Dave finally touches him, the gasped sound he makes is half-shocked. It's not enough, he pushes back; it's too much suddenly with fingers in his nook but he's pushing onto them too. His sensitivity is all jacked up, and that's rather part of the point.

"Fffuck," he huffs out. "Should've known I was yellow fr'm th'horns." Between the drugs in his system and his own unavoidable lisp, his voice is a mess. And he's empty now without his fingers, and isn't that unfair, is he going to give up right then and tell whoever-the-shit is in charge he wants a different option?

If he could process things more smoothly, he could probably put together what the rustling means. Instead, his choked out noise is just as surprised as the first time when Dave's cock suddenly slides home.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck, yesssth, firs' time, first, y-you don't even give me a warning, shit." Both bulges curl back for any purchase they can find. One slips around Dave's shaft, the other between thigh and the soft weight of his balls, while his ass pushes back despite the stretch inside him. Thank god he's this wet already. "Don't really give, m-much chance for—" He stumbles over the word sex, gives up and moves on. "Don' wanna tarnish the goods."

[chumpelstiltskin]

Dave lets out a soft grunt to indicate that he is absolutely not interested in how their horns define their blood colours or howeverthefuck this is supposed to work. Instead, he reaches out to rub the horns with his fingers before using them to jerk Sollux's head back.

His noises sound more and more approving as the bulges work around him, drawing a surprised gasp of pleasure out of him as they squeeze around him. He's already thinking about the possibilities with toys. Funny little nerdy outfits to go with the lisp. This is fun already.

With the same small regard he's had so far, Dave starts to rock his hips against Sollux so he can fuck him faster. Rough enough that the flesh of their thighs smack together. The hand on his horns gives him another jerk backward while the hand on his backside clenches and grabs at what little flesh is available.

"The lisp is real cute- tell me it feels sooo good. Go on."