[Text] 18th Time Loop

[urnewkingbitch]

[He's been around since about one in the morning, but he was conked out on the bed due to wow coming back to life sucks almost as much as dying. His body still aches from the ordeal, but Dave pushes through it.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dave Strider is pissed.]

ok im back after 12 hours and that doesnt seem quite right
whatever dont care
i need an update on what happened while i was busy getting blown up by a psycho bitchs surprise present
speaking of
to the bitch who did that
you know who you are
i know who you are
hell the entire fucking mansion probably knows who you are
youre going down

[After putting that out, Dave is going to go back to lying down on his bed. Damn does he hurt.]

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[urnewkingbitch]

I'd swoon, but that's kinda hard to do when I'm already on the ground and pretty much pinned.

[No, John, he's not letting go of you just so you can move away. Fuck that shit.]

[hamburellakind]

[John is aware of Dave's octopussian grip.

If that is a word.]

Uh-- um. We're in public!

[Just! Throwing that out there!]

[urnewkingbitch]

How many people actually go on the roof? Other than me and Bro 'cause that's pretty much a fuckin' given. Now shut up and either cuddle or kiss me.

[hamburellakind]

[John shivers a little at the order and decides to hit the middle ground and do both.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave approves, and then attempts turn an innocent kiss into a French one. He's not even sorry about it.]

[hamburellakind]

[John gasps, his fingers sort of scratching at the roof. They've done this a few times before, but, well. French kissing is strange, right? You just sort of move your tongues around? He understood that it was supposed to feel good but he just hasn't...quite gotten it yet.

Not to mention, he knows what happens when things feel good, and he doesn't know if he wants to give Dave the satisfaction of doing that to him. Not yet, anyway.

So he just sort of sits there stiffly, allowing Dave access to his mouth but not...really...doing anything with his own. After all, there's no way to hide anything in this position. So. He'll just. Yeah. Sit there.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Oh, damn, he always forgets that John's like a deer in headlights with this sort of thing. It mildly frustrates him, but he figures it's a whole new thing to him.

Dave tries, though. Just a little at a time. First, he applies gentle pressure on John's tongue, kind of massaging, kind of kneading it, and sees what happens.]

[hamburellakind]

[Oh. That felt...oh.

John exhaled shakily, wondering if Dave wanted him to respond in kind. That was the only way he was going to learn, right?

So he sort of...moved his tongue back against Dave's, resisting the urge to start giggling at the sensation.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Yes, progress! Dave hums a little when he feels that John's participating, moving on to practically explore as much as he can.

He just doesn't do anything with his hands yet. It might be too much at one time.]

[hamburellakind]

[Okay, if Dave was doing it, he could do it too. Just. Slower. And more carefully.

Dave tastes like pizza and spearmint.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[If Dave knew about that thought, he'd reply with something along the lines of "no shit."

Still, he's happy with this. He keeps it up for a little longer, but eventually he has to break it off for air.

Of course, since it's Dave, he just can't resist making comments on practically everything.]

Tasty.

[hamburellakind]

Hnn...

What? Wait, are you-- do I taste like something?

[urnewkingbitch]

Yeah, you taste like John with a hint of Gushers. It's like fine dinin' over here.

[hamburellakind]

That doesn't sound like fine dining...

[urnewkingbitch]

Trust me, it so is.

[hamburellakind]

[John blushes hotly and buries his face in Dave's chest.]

[urnewkingbitch]

And now I've learned that you're part fuckin' ostrich.

[Can't stop won't stop]

[hamburellakind]

[Face pap.]

[urnewkingbitch]

You're so fuckin' abusive to your boyfriend, Egbert.

[hamburellakind]

[Papapapapapaapapapapapapap.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[It's almost like Terezi trained him to be ridiculously tolerant to face paps.]

Keep it up and you're the one who gets pinned, bro.

[hamburellakind]

[...Pap.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[And now their positions are abruptly reversed.]

Warned you, bro.

[hamburellakind]

[Dang.]

Now what?

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dramatic pause! And then....

Incoming tickle attack!!!!]