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The First Time Meme

THE ❝FIRST TIME❞ MEME

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THE LIST!
01] Romantic | You waited and waited and waited for the right moment to take this final step with your partner, and it really paid off; neither of you can imagine this night (or day!) to be any better than it is right now.

02] The Only Time | You know somewhere in your heart that you won't be getting a second chance for this. The relationship is forbidden, or they're moving away, or you're moving away, or something is tearing this relationship apart, and that may be the last thing you want.

03] Set-Up | ... Oh. Well. Someone nudged you and this other person together, the one that you may have loved or hated or been friends with your entire life. It isn't completely by choice, but it doesn't sound like that bad of an idea... Or maybe it does. Who knows?

04] Experience Difference | One of you knows exactly what to do, and the other doesn't! Maybe they're just a natural at this kind of thing... or maybe there's a thing or two they haven't told you yet.

05] Hesitant | One (or both) of you aren't quite sure if you're ready for this next big step... at the same time, you want this to happen, though the thought makes butterflies flutter around in the pit of your stomach.

06] Awkward | It feels like everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Relax? You can't relax! This is s-s-s-s-sex-- oh, boy, there's another mistake.

07] Wildcard | This is the "other" option. Choose any of the above or create your own!

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[Part of Dave really wants to wonder where this came from. Sure, he knows John isn't exactly sweet and innocent or anything, but considering where they'd been just a minute ago, this was kind of unexpected. On the other hand, this is definitely making the most of their time. Besides, he really cannot complain about John taking his lower lip between his teeth, and there's not much Dave can do to hide that from him, his reaction is so immediate.

Not that he's got much reason to want to hide the way his breath hitches, or that the hand at John's hip moves up his back, pushing his shirt up as he goes. Patience, as it turns out, is a thing neither of them are fantastic at. As soon as John releases his lip, Dave returns the gesture, tracing his lower lip with his tongue, takes it between his teeth, gives it a gentle suck.]

[This never gets old, being able to pull even the smallest reactions from his friend always has a small heat pooling in him, and he really hopes he isn't coming on way too strong this time because if Dave chooses to stop he's not going to be able to hide a look of disappointment even if he would stop if asked.

As that hand wanders further up his own shirt, he pushes his own further along Dave's side, his nails gently brushing over soft skin until the movement stops as he lets out a very soft groan in response to having his lip sucked on. That will never ever stop feeling amazing, and in an effort to get Dave to do it again, he returns the little suck in an almost silent initiation of give and take.

That game derails more often than not, when he gets too distracted to care about giving Dave the exact same treatment that had been given to him, but that doesn't make it any less fun. Playing around is something he usually feels has to be a part of this, to keep it platonic, to keep it between bros and not delve in any deeper than that. Maybe he wants to start seeing if he can forego that mentality a little bit more just to see what happens, but regardless of anything, it's still a habit.]

[Like hell Dave's going to ask to stop this. He's definitely enjoying it, if the slightly quickened pace to his breathing, or the fact that he seems to be trying to pull John closer to him, as if there's much room for that, or -- well. He doesn't really need to go into all of the little tells for John to know when he's being turned on.

It's John's voice that does it for him, more than the return gesture. As soft as his groan was, and at any other time of day he'd almost miss it, but they're so close and it's so quiet this early that's it's impossible to miss, it sends a hot jolt straight through him. Welp. That's it. He's got to try and get more like that out of him.

Unfortunately, that means breaking the kiss, but he'll get back to that. He doesn't pull back far, hardly does at all, and then he's ducking his head down to leave a trail of kisses down John's jaw and neck, pausing to nip and suck at the skin here and there.]

[It should be embarrassing at how little of this it takes to turn him on, to get him flushed and even a little dizzy but it makes it better to know that Dave is feeling it too.

His fingers flex against Dave's skin as lips find his neck and he tries to keep from squirming too much. That soft blond hair of Dave's is too close to his nose now for him to not just be completely encompassed by his scent and he melts right into him, tipping his head to give the other easier access to keep going.]

Dave...

[Don't stop yet, don't stop. His name is just a breathy whisper and he gives up on supporting himself, pressing fully against the others body, in favour of threading his other hand up into the soft blond hair on the back of his neck.

Once he manages to adjust to the sensations of teeth and tongue against his neck a little bit better, the his fingers start to wander up Dave's side again, reaching further up and just touching as much as he can in this position.]

[Hearing his name like that sends another jolt through him, and earns John a low, appreciative hum against the skin of his neck. At this proximity, it's damn near impossible to hide the way his body is beginning to react, to John's voice, to the skin under his hands -- they've both moved under his shirt now, moving like he's trying to memorize every detail by touch.

He does have to stop eventually, if only because there's not much else his hands can cover with the shirt still in the way. He doesn't pull back far, just enough to make eye contact, looking at him questioningly.]

This okay?

[He blinks as their eyes connect, making some effort to bring himself back down to reality and at the same time focusing on red eyes that still somehow manage to be striking even in the dark. He's laying in bed, practically in Dave's arms, hands on his skin, looking into his eyes and being asked if all of this is alright, and somehow he's just feeling a sense of calm.

Of course there's still some nerves, some things he's feeling that make him unsure, and of course the buzz of heat he's still feeling from being pressed this close and feeling Dave right against him but fuck he is so okay with all of this.]

Yeah.

[He can't help but smile, the gesture still dorky even after growing up a bit. And then-]

Is it for you?

[Because he realizes it was mostly him that jumped on Dave after that first kiss.]

[It's not really surprising that Dave rarely lets anyone see behind his shades. There's the bizarre color of his eyes, yeah, but that's only part of it. Without his eyes covered, it's not really hard to tell what he's feeling, what he's thinking. So, Dave would be surprised if John couldn't see the surprise that passes over his face -- he's asking him if this is okay? Seriously? He's been the slightly more active player, hasn't he? -- which quickly gives way to amusement.]

Hell, I can't say no to you.

[Not quite true, but in this situation, it might as well be.]

[That certainly doesn't have his smile dropping any, the knowledge that he's someone who's able to penetrate Dave's defences so well and get him to say something like that. It's truthful, he can tell by the look on his face, and getting to hear something come out of Dave's mouth without being disguised by a maze of metaphors and weird things is something he appreciates.]

Really? You would do anything that I asked?

[He's teasing a bit but there is a hint of sincere curiosity in his tone as well.]

[That teasing tone from John adds a smirk to the amused look already in his eyes, and he breaks the eye contact, ducking his head back in to continue kissing a line up his neck. He doesn't answer until he's near John's ear, and his voice has the same sort of teasing quality to it.]

Anythin' you want, babe. You just gotta tell me.

[And it's true enough, for the most part anyways. Either way, it's a bit much, and Dave's been sappy enough if you ask him, thank you very much, that it's not something he's going to say without turning it into a joke.]

[Teasing as it may be, having Dave's lips and voice that close to his ear has his next breath catching in his throat, because teasing as it may be, his imagination can still take those words to heart and run away with dozens of ideas.]

You should be careful you know, I could think of some pretty weird things.

[And even if he's still kidding, maybe he will just take that seriously, see what happens if he does.

One hand wanders to find wrap around his waist and he starts to move Dave's shirt up.]

[He knows John well enough that, in theory, he knows well enough to not question that. Otherwise, who knows what he'll wind up doing -- for all he knows, what John's really in the mood for is some ridiculous prank, something that would have him repressing memories for years to come.

But where he is, pressed up against John and acutely aware of the hand pulling his shirt up over his back and the sound of John's hitching breath right by his ear and so sue him if his judgement is a little off. So, instead of changing the subject, or not talking at all, trying to get another one of those groans out of him, he gives a short chuckle.]

Try me.

[He could decide to prank Dave, and probably were if this was any other situation, day, or time, but Dave had said he couldn't say no to him not that he couldn't say no to him right now. That meant there was plenty of time for pranking later.

He's got other things on his mind at the moment.

It takes him another moment, but he does manage to wiggle Dave's shirt off and toss it onto the floor.]

Sit up with me-

[His hand is on Dave's shoulder then, tugging him as he sits himself up and promptly removes his own shirt as well. Then he's moving forward, and really seating himself right in Dave's lap, legs wrapped around the lower of his back as he skims his fingers down Dave's chest. They keep growing so much in between visits, each time he gets to see his friend is like seeing him all over again when they're like this. He has more chest hairs than he had the last time he'd seen Dave in person, they're not as sparse as they were, and the little trail leading down to his waistband has thickened itself as well.]

[Sit up with him? That's his big request? But it's awfully difficult to argue against it, or even do much by way of poking fun at him for it when he's being tugged up, and having a shirtless John deposited in his lap.

That's very difficult to argue against, actually. Damn.

Dave crosses his legs under him, hands starting again at John's hips and trailing upwards, like if he doesn't map out the differences from what he remembers by touch, he's never going to remember what they were. And maybe that's not horribly far from the truth, if we're being honest. It's certainly long enough between visits. He pulls John in for another kiss once he's satisfied, hands coming to rest on his lower back.]

[It's the first request, at least. Perhaps not the last, because knowing that he really has the power here is a heady weight in the back of his mind.

He relaxes into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as fingers drift up his sides and he squirms a bit because he's a little ticklish but not enough to warrant Dave stopping. Or at least, he hopes not. Melting right into that kiss, he wraps his arms back around Dave to bring their chests together, and he moans ever so softly just at the feeling of warm skin against his own.

This is already perfect, he shouldn't want to change a thing about it, but maybe he's finally worked up some courage. Maybe it's because of Dave verbally giving him some power, maybe it's because he's already come this far after dwelling for so long that it almost hurts, but after he exhausts his oxygen in the kiss he breaks down to press his lips hotly to Dave's jaw. Maybe he shouldn't say anything, but he kind of needs to, because his friend will be gone again soon and he knows he'll end up laying awake in regret.]

Dave.

[He hugs him tighter without really being concious of it.]

I really want you-

[Okay that sounds a little too heavy.]

-right now.

Fuck, John.

[That's out of his mouth before he can stop himself, equal parts surprised -- at John for saying it, at himself for reacting like this -- and turned on. Okay, mostly, it's the second one. Either way, the weight of that simple sentence, combined with John's lips on his jaw have the words coming out as just short of a moan. Once it's sunk in that it was actually what he just heard and what his friend's asking, he nods.]

Yeah.

[As much as he doesn't really want to, as much as he's like to stay there, right up against John's skin, he can get back to that. Unless one of them changes their minds, they will be getting back to that. But, as much as he hates to separate, he leans back, just enough to look at him with a smirk on his face.]

We're doing this, man.

[...Yes, Dave. Of all the things you could have said, a reference to your old stupid comic is definitely the correct answer.]

[His heart is beating a million pumps per second and he just buries his head into the crook of Dave's neck for a moment to try and calm himself. Of course that doesn't work though, how could he ever be calm right now? Even without the gay admission, this is hot, he's hot. Fuck, even the air is feeling hot.

And then he's laughing, hot puffs of air breezing across Dave's skin as he goes and says something stupid like that, something that just makes him smile and makes him want to latch back on but he doesn't. He just smiles at him.]

I practically just told you that I want you naked and you start thinking about your comics?

[Of course he's just teasing, Dave couldn't have said anything better, the dork. His heart is still beating a mile a minute, but he somehow feels relieved.]

[It feels good to make John laugh. It's hardly difficult, and it's hardly an opportune time for it, but it's incredible. So that little smirk on his face spreads slightly.]

Yeah, man. Nothin' much gets me hotter than that. Shit, I'm gonna be picturin' you, all steak-mouthed and wonky eyed, artifacts and fucked-up colors all over. Just lie back and think of Geromy, Strider, you can do this.

[He's rambling, now, and fully aware of it. He's got an excuse, though, as far as he's concerned. He's kind of nervous, honestly, they both are, and the joking makes it easier on him. He's also, however, perfectly aware of how easy it would be for this line of joking to turn this situation from where it's going, where he wants it to go, to something awkward and probably terrible. He's chuckling as he goes in for a quick kiss, barely moving away from John's lips to keep speaking.]

Might wanna distract me before I keep goin' here, dude. Not sure I'm on board with the rest of that train of thought.

[His mood goes from hot to just amused in about five seconds flat as Dave starts going on about his silly comics and he even takes the initiative to roll his eyes with a grin still plastered right on his face.

If he hated the way that Dave started to ramble when he got uncomfortable or nervous or backed into a corner somehow, there's no way he would be sitting on his lap right now. Stupid as it may be, it's one of the things that makes him like Dave even more, not like he'll ever tell him that but that's not the point.

He's still smiling when his lips are being caught again, and surely the other can feel that happy curve.]

You are a huge dork, Dave Strider.

[All he can do is laugh again softly before he's pressing their lips together more firmly, and he takes the time to suck on Dave's lips, top and bottom in between nips and eager licks and damn he just really can't get enough. It kind of feels like he's stuck in a whirlwind, his stomach flopping each and every way, but it's good, great, amazing.]

Hey, you still wanna sleep with me. I've gotta be doin' something right.

[He kind of figures it's the same sort of deal as the other way. He likes John, not in spite of his bad taste in movies, the dumb jokes, all of the silly, intensely un-cool things that make him up, but largely because of it. It's a sappy thought, he knows that, but there's a reason he's never tried to express it.

Not that he's given much time to think about that, because then John's kissing him again. Dave wraps his arms around his waist, pulls him close so he's right up against his skin again. And, apparently, it's not so hard to get him from joking back to hot and bothered, because there's a groan he didn't quite mean to vocalize, and then he's returning the kiss, just as eagerly.]

[Ignoring is what he's going to be doing in response to Dave just saying that out loud and so straight forward, because as much as he's entertained thoughts and come up with mental scenarios, it still makes him blush a little.

Luckily, Dave's eyes would have to work very hard to even notice that now, it may even be impossible with their lips still locked and after he gets that groan out of him there's no way he's breaking away until he has to.

He's never really put this much into it before, or at least not that he can fully remember since if he had been his head would have surely been cloudy, but it's a great feeling to be able to let go and just kiss as much as he really wants to. It doesn't take much more than Dave responding like he is to encourage him to slip his tongue out and urge Dave to part his lips.

His hands begin to wander again, fingers playing along Dave's back and shoulders and then they slowly slip lower, and despite the screams of god this is so gay that he's trying to completely drown in the back of his mind, one of his hands finds the curve of Dave's ass and holds it as well he can while they're still sitting up.]

[It doesn't take much prompting for Dave to part his lips, or for him to respond in kind. It's different from usual, yeah, less hesitation from his friend, and there's no way he's about to complain about that. Or the hand on his ass, though there's no way John couldn't feel the upward twitch of his lips, or hear his amused sound. More forward than he's used to from him, but hasn't everything this morning been like that? He'd almost want to ask what had gotten into him, but it's not like he can't make a guess.

It's not going to make copping a feel any easier for John, but it's a little difficult, sitting upright while there's a guy in his lap leaning into him like this. So, keeping a hand on the back of John's neck, not that he really imagines he'll want to pull away, he tries to nudge at his legs, convince him to uncross them behind his back so Dave can slowly lean back onto the bed, pulling John down on top on him.]

[His cheeks flush a bit darker as he certainly does feel that upwards curve of Dave's lips, but he doesn't let it shake his confidence. If he can't bring himself to be forward now, after everything and getting this far, then he may have had to reconsider everything he's been doing, but no, he's sure.

He's so sure that as soon as he's being nudged, he complies without hesitation. He can imagine that it's not all that comfortable for Dave, he's not exactly light anymore and he is sitting right on him. He has to fidget for a moment, but he gets his legs untangled and once Dave starts to lean down he goes right down with him. Not like he has much of a choice what with being held so close still, and he does have to let go of Dave's plush little butt, but he's not complaining.

Letting out a soft exhale through his nose, he lightens the kiss up a bit, but doesn't try to break it. He's truly drowning in his friends body, the feel and touch and the taste of him and his head is starting to swim. Stopping is so far from an option that he can't even bring himself to consider it even if he needs some air. Instead, he just supports himself on one forearm so that he can run his hand up Dave's side, boldly brushing his fingers over his nipple.]

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The First Time Meme

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homework ate me today ;;; sorry for slowness!

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Sorry this took forever!

it's okay :D I'm cool with backtagging forever haha

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