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dominant or submissive | a high-concept, highbrow meme

don't front. you know exactly what this is.

the rundown
1. for numerous, cosmically complex reasons that form a domino effect — or just because it's fucking hilarious — an unknown force has compelled your character to admit if they're dominant or submissive. some will try to lie and immediately be corrected (humiliation is probable). others will be honest. all will be revealed.
2. others express their interest, disinterest, shock, awkward downward spiral. have a casual conversation. hook up! live, laugh, love!
3. if you leave a blank top comment i will literally come piss on your computer.
4. no matter what, switches are important and valid.

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Shhh, no getting upset, sweetie. You'll get scowl lines across your pretty face.

[Sven pulling the tarty boy in for a hug with his big arms.]

I'll get mad if I want.

[He said it but also instantly wrapped his arms around Sven and held on like he might leave. Davy rarely fell in love and when he did his emotions ran hotter than he could control. His father walking out effect this part of his life far more than he knew or would likely admit.]

Of course you can. I'd have it no other way because you're such a prissy princess.

[Sven holding onto Davy, caressing his hair and kissing the boy's lips.]

Davy just wanted held. He was feeling way more than he was comfortable with and needed a moment to breath. He laid his head in Sven's shoulder ans pressed his forehead against the Swede's neck.he needed this, to just be held.

Sven is more than happy to hold Davy and to comfort him because the Swede could see he needed it. All the trauma the young man had gone through---it just made Sven angry as well as sad.

"It's alright, I won't let you go."

Davy held on tighter. He was feeling the lump in his chest and the feeling that he might cry. His arms wrapped to the point he was holding on to his own wrists. The way Sven treated him was almost too good too be true.

"No, you won't." Davy took a deep breath. "I'll kick your ass."

"Shhh---I won't and you won't need to kick my ass either, sweetie."

Sven held Davy close, kissing the boy's cheek as his hand was now caressing the guitarist's back. The Swede couldn't imagine being without Davy now---not after the special moments they had shared and how Davy had opened up his life to Sven.

"You're special to me."

"I still might have to kick your ass."

Davy managed a smile while still pressing in close to Sven. This felt so good. He lingered in the hug for a bit longer before pulling back and trying to change the subject. His emotions were too high right now.

"When are you taking me to a spa? And it better not be a shitty one."

"You're such a bratty tart."

Sven wanted the boy to feel better so would take him to a high class spa and not a shitty one as Davy had just voiced his opinion in this matter. Where else to take a prissy princess?

"No shitty spas for my princess. You'll leave feeling refreshed and smell so good I bet."

The Swede kissed Davy's lips softly and stroked his black hair.

"You love it."

Davy leaned back against the singer and felt a realization that almost caused him to cry. He'd been taken out for drinks but never anything like this.

"I know a few nice ones."

"You're sure about that, princess?"

Sven kissed Davy's ear then giggled. Davy could be such a spoilt little bratty tart but the Swede adored this about him.

"Ok, how about you pick and take us to a nice one."

"You're still here."

Davy wiggled a little from the ear kiss.

"Ciel Spa in Beverly Hills?" Davy was going to ask for the best if Sven said he could. Ciel had couples retreats so that would be perfect. "I know they have treatments specifically for people who work out a lot."

Davy was running his fingers up Sven's biceps. He couldn't help but think his body was hot. "It's not far from my apartment."

"Sounds perfect to me. They will help ease all the pain in my muscles? Not as good as how you ease it though, of course."

Sven winking at Davy, kissing the boy's cheek playfully. Taking the guitarist to a spa so he could relax was something the Swede had wanted to do for a while. Davy just needed more happiness in his life.

"I know how much you like these bad boys, sweetie."

The singer now flexing his biceps under Davy's touch.

"They have hotel style rooms you can rent." Davy suggested and he was definitely thinking about a post spa romp with Sven.

Davy let his hand slide over Sven's shoulder to his back. "I think your back is sexier." He still wasn't used to getting so turned on by muscles but Sven's back flexing, especially feeling it flex when he was on top during sex, drove the guitarist crazy.

"They have rooms to rent? Of course we'll rent one so that you can feel my back muscles when I fuck you."

Sven grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of Davy's head. The Swede knew how much his princess loved back muscles so it would be an excuse to get a room after the spa session. There would be lots of fucking.

"When should we go to the spa?"

"Of course you can't bear to see my naked legs without thinking about it." Davy grinned because he was just as bad about it but picking in Sven was so much better than admitting it.

He was enjoying the closeness of leaning against Sven. "When are you free?"

The Harlots player more shows than he did so thier schedule would probably determine the when.

"I'm free tomorrow since I'm up on stage tonight. Will you be watching, sweets?"

Sven liked it when Davy was in the crowd watching him perform because he focused his attention on his princess and not the screaming groupies throwing underwear at him. The Swede had a day or two off between performances so this would work out.

"How about I come and find you once I'm free?"

"Do you want me to?" Sometimes Davy avoid the crowd because he would get to jealous, upset and sometimes fight with people.

"You always do." Davy giggled. "You live at my apartment now." That was never said officially but Davy had noticed more and more of Sven's things migrating from the apartments with the bands to his apartment.

"I'd like to see you watching me."

Sven stroked Davy's jaw and then kissed it gently. He wanted to see his boyfriend up there in the screaming crowd, probably back away from the crazy front row, but enjoying himself none the less.

"I do. It's a very nice comfy, princess bed I share with you."

The Swede winked and then tickled under Davy's chin.

"You mean you want me to see you strip your shirt off on stage?" Davy teased but he would if it made Sven happy.

He swatted that tickling hand away. "You probably had a bed as shitty as your nails were when we met."

"Maybe. I know it drives you fucking wild so you can't say anything, princess."

Sven laughed at the shitty bed comment because Davy was such a prissy tart. Not everyone had such a perfect princess bed as the American did.

"You should ask Ivar about that. He was my room mate up until now."

"It's not the best for your fans." Davy pointed out. How many had he slapped at this point? A dozen at least.

"I don't want to talk to your drummer." Davy still felt angry about Ivar going after Syn and now some old guy was hanging on Sam. It ruffled Davy all to hell.

"I want to see you there."

Sven knew talking about groupies would fuck the princess off so chose not to mention anything about that part. As for Ivar---why did Davy still have something against the drummer? Surely, he'd gotten over that by now.

"Ivar isn't that bad. But fine, you don't have to talk to him. How about we focus on our spa time together."

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