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[zhampagne]

« d.rose » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION DAVID ROSE ✦ schitt's creek
RESIDENCE ✦ emerald district, sumarlok
GEMBOND ✦ amethyst

"This is David. Leave a message. Or don't.

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[zhampagne]

Yes sir.

[Holy shit. That's actually so fucking hot. David gets to work pretty much immediately, because 15 minutes isn't long at all and Thor is expecting a progress update.

Ten minutes in, he receives a photo. It's a shot of David's ass from behind and slightly below, reclining on his side. From between his ass cheeks, a purple gem resembling his own amethyst peeks out, a clear indicator of his readiness.]

Apartment door is unlocked. x

[And David will be waiting in the bedroom, stretched out on the bed in his black silk bathrobe.]

[worldsaway]

Good boy.
I'll be there soon.

[True to his word, he does arrive promptly. The door opens and shuts with a soft click and for a moment the only sounds are Thor's heavy footsteps as they bring him to the bedroom.

He steps in the door, a broad smile spreading over his lips as he admires the view. He starts to shed his clothing immediately, kicking off his pants and shedding his shirt before he crawls over the top of David and starts to kiss his neck up to his temple.

His hand dips below to pull the gem back and forth in him without quite taking it out yet.]

I missed you.

[He murmurs against his skin, moving to kiss him deeply.]

[zhampagne]

[How to turn David Rose into a little, molten puddle of a man: call him good boy. The next few minutes are excruciatingly long before he hears the click of his front door shutting and tracks the heavy footfalls coming toward him. The moment Thor appears in David's bedroom, he loses his chill. Eagerly, he sits upright and sheds his bathrobe.]

Hi.

[That's all he manages before Thor is crawling over the top of him, stretching him back over the bed. He doesn't see the hand moving between his legs, preoccupied with the warm lips on his neck, but he sure feels it when Thor wiggles the base of his plug back and forth. David lets out an embarrassingly needy sound.]

Ahh, fuck. Missed you too.

[His mouth is open and hungry, body arching to mold himself against Thor's perfect body.]

[worldsaway]

I can tell.

[Thor murmurs, his voice stays soft, low and warm. As if he's perfectly in control but still very eager. He withdraws the plug slowly, letting it fall to the floor to be dealt with later.

An arm winds around David, splaying his fingers over his stomach as he pulls his arched body flush with his. For a moment he just lets his erection rest against the shape of his backside, but eventually he drops a hand down to guide the head of his cock against David's hole.]

Take me in.

[It's an order, but a friendly one. He wants David to push back and take the length of him in himself.]

[zhampagne]

[David feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the plug begins to shift, pulled out of him in a slow and torturous stretch. He lets out a threadbare sigh, shifting slightly to rest on his elbows, as if lulled into place by the low timbre of Thor's voice. The snake to his snake charmer.]

God.

[He's pulled up flush by a large and capable hand on his stomach, and gleefully grinds back against the ridge of Thor's erection pressed against the cleft of his ass. If he wasn't already excited, he sure as hell is now, and his breathing is growing awfully shallow. A soft, eager moan issues as Thor finally presses against him, and David doesn't need to be asked twice. He eagerly presses his hips backward, with the exquisite control that belongs to only the most experienced of bottoms.

And it's the ecstasy of the moment, the arousal flaring hot in his stomach and the blood all rushing south, that makes him say something astoundingly embarrassing as he does.]

Yes, daddy.

[worldsaway]

[There's something to be said about the difference of pushing into someone and the feeling of having them push onto you. As Thor's cock is enveloped by David's ass, he groans low in the back of his throat.

His hand rests on his ass, gripping tightly as if to restrain himself from starting to fuck him at a quicker pace. This is better, once he adjusts to how good it feels.]

Daddy? [Thor repeats, momentarily taken aback before he huffs out a laugh.]

I like it.

[Thor's hand hooks around the hinge of David's hips, pulling him back further until the entirety of his cock is inside him.]

Fast or slow?

[zhampagne]

[It's good that he's facing away from Thor, because it means he can tug a pillow closer to bury his reddening cheeks in that instead. He didn't mean to say it out loud, only think it, but he supposes people say weird shit when they're in the act, so if anyone asks...that's his excuse.

And hell, at least Thor likes it.

David gasps, letting himself be pulled backward, relying on his amethyst to help regulate his breathing and stay nice and relaxed, so it's the work of a few moments until he's completely stuffed full of cock, head hung between his shoulders.]

God, fuck, that's perfect. [He dares to glance over his shoulder at Thor despite the flush in his cheeks, shooting him a smoldering look.] Slow. For now.

[worldsaway]

[As David buries into the pillow, Thor leans over him to press light kisses over the hair bristling on the nape of his neck. He's blissfully unaware of the fact that he's flustered by what he said, but he thinks whatever he's doing is endearing all the same.

He locks eyes when David looks at him, nodding.]

As you wish.

[And to punctuate that, he starts to slide the length of his cock in and out of David in slow movements. He wants them both to feel every inch of each other, nudging up against the muscles of him to find his sensitive spots.

He leans in enough to catch his lips with a long, firm kiss, pressing his tongue past his teeth to explore his mouth.]

[zhampagne]

[If Thor's goal is for David to feel every inch of him, he's doing a damn good job. A soft, needy whimper is muffled by the pillow as he feels Thor kissing into the back of his neck, and after he comes up for air he finds his mouth caught in a searing kiss. He moans against Thor's mouth, jaw falling slack as if his body is ready to submit to him in any way.

David's back arches, giving the both of them the best possible angle, and it pays off as the head of Thor's dick nudges his prostate. His frame shudders, and his mouth pulls away so he can pant for breath.]

—God, right there.