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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Grinding, Awkward_Bro, Sex_Toys_Under_Clothing
  Series:
      Part 5 of Winter_Break_Prompts
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-06 Words: 2415
****** Peppermint ******
by Muucifer
Summary
     Request for Dave seducing an awkward Bro with a candycane while
     wearing one of Bro’s shirts.
Notes
     Alternatively titled: How Do I Write Bro Being Awkward??
Bro had, for some reason, not seen Dave all day. The young Strider was
noticeably absent as he went about his daily routine of setting smuppet traps
around the apartment, sewing more smuppets, fiddling with his computer, and
other such things. Even when Bro called out for him, Dave hadn’t shown up. For
a brief second, Bro worried maybe Dave had moved out. But that was ridiculous,
he would have noticed. Besides, all of Dave’s stuff was still there and every
once in a while, he did hear shuffling in another room.
Dave never avoided him though. So with some determination, Bro pushed himself
off the futon and went to Dave’s room. He’d given his younger brother the room
because Bro wasn’t home at night anyway, besides Dave needed his space. But Bro
was enacting his “parental duty” by just barging into Dave’s room without
knocking. The door swung open and was stopped with a muffled thump by something
behind it. He fully expected to find Dave with his hand down his pants at the
computer. Instead he found an empty room.
He gives the room a confused once-over, even peeking behind the door – there
was a pile of shirts, dirty he expected – and in the dark closet. Dave wasn’t
there. He leaves even more confused than when he went in. He needed a drink for
this. With that thought in mind, he ventures out into the kitchen. It was a
long time since he just casually had walked into the kitchen. Usually he
dropped in though the crawlspace or flashed in and out. And for once, Bro was
glad he had walked.
There propped against the counter, long legs stretched out behind him, was
Dave. Bro couldn’t figure out where to look first, what to be the most shocked
by. Dave’s legs were smooth, Bro suspected he shaved them, and longer than Bro
remembered them ever being. They were pale and stretched out below him, toned
and soft. At the very top of his round thighs, lace peaked out under the shirt
he was wearing. The sight teased and left much to the imagination, though not
nearly enough. As Dave leaned forward over the counter, his top rode up and
exposed more of his backside. The panties were sheer, clingy, and Bro could see
everything through them. Then Dave was standing back straight and the view was
gone.
Finally, he looks up towards Dave’s only actual clothing. It hung off of Dave’s
shoulders and waist, making him seem smaller than Bro knew he was. Cream
shoulders taunted him from under the collar. The popped collar. Dave had hunted
down a shirt of his, and the white polo was much too large but not nearly large
enough. Bro bit back a moan, awkwardly adjusting the growing bulge in his pants
before marching up to Dave. The teen paid him no mind, continuing to fiddle
with whatever he was doing on the counter. Upon closer inspection, Bro notices
Dave pouring a packet of hot chocolate into a glass, bewildered that he hadn’t
heard the microwave running at all. One of Dave’s hands stirs the glass, while
the other plays with something near his mouth.
Seemingly content with his drink, Dave twists until his back is propped on the
counter. Bro was fairly sure his dick had an aneurism. Dave’s lips curl around
the head of a thick peppermint candycane – one leftover from Christmas – and
his tongue darts out to lap at it and draw it back in when he drags it out.
Meeting Bro’s eyes, he slowly, torturously slowly, suckles at the end of the
stick, letting his tongue wrap around it and his cheeks hollow as he works it.
Bro swallows around the lump in his throat, he made porn for a living and this
was still the most pornographic thing he’d ever witnessed. Dave smirks, lips
smacking as he pops them off the sweet.
“Hey bro.” His voice drawls out in the space between them. A taunt. A
challenge. Come on Bro, you scared? The sly undertone didn’t go unnoticed. He
didn’t mean for it to. He brings the steaming cup to his mouth, never once
letting his eyes leave Bro’s. Until he takes a drink and Bro has to break away
just to watch Dave’s neck rumble as he swallows. It leaves all sorts of mental
images. Images of Dave choking on his cock, cheeks bulged out as he palms the
rest of Bro’s length. Dave’s lips plump around his head and tongue warm and wet
as he laps at the pre dripping down it. Dave swallowing him down and letting
Bro pump his release into him. Dave’s voice snaps him out of his daydream,
“Sorry, my shirt got dirty and yours was there.” He pauses to toy with the hem
after popping the candycane back into his mouth.
He smiles fondly down at it, the expression not lost around the sugary
peppermint rod. He continues, pulling his hand back up and slipping the treat
out, “Bro, your shirt smells good.” This time, he sets the drink down behind
him on the counter. He uses the freed hand to pull the white fabric up to his
nose , inhaling the scent deeply. His white chest expands, stomach shuddering
with his breathing. Bro’s gaze focuses elsewhere, on the now visible hips with
the frilly material pulled tight. Dave seemed to be enjoying himself, his cock
strains against the front and a dark spot of pre has formed in the see-through
panties. Bro hones in when it twitches and Dave gives a quiet, barely-there
moan with his face still tucked into Bro’s shirt.
Dave drops the shirt, stealing the show from Bro who is forced to look back up
at his face, but only briefly. Dave purposely turns his whole body, making sure
his ass juts out under the bottom of the shirt, and grabs his drink. He rests
like that, ass displayed to Bro, and takes a sip. He hums in contentment at the
warmth and wiggles his hips happily. Bro doesn’t miss the hint of color peeking
out from between his plush cheeks; a toy lodged inside of Dave. Dave bends
forward just a hair more, his cheeks spreading around the bright orange plug
keeping him open. A moan bubbles up Bro’s chest before he can stop it, and Dave
gives him a sly grin as he saunters over to him. Bro puts his hands up, not
sure where to put them when Dave presses his whole front half against Bro’s and
stands up onto his toes. He’s short though, no matter how long his legs look.
Even on his tippy-toes, he barely reaches Bro’s shoulder. This doesn’t stop him
though; he hooks his arms around Bro and drags him down.
Bro lets out the most unmanly yelp known to man at the small heat of Dave’s
suddenly trapping him and he can feel everything, even the constrained erection
where it nudges against his hips. Dave is soft, so soft, mouth lain over his
and Dave drinking him down like a fine wine, moving his lips in all the right
ways. Dave’s body undulates against him, hips rolling and chest rubbing. Even
through the somewhat thick material of his shirt, Bro can feel Dave’s perky
nipples brush against his chest where Dave grinds his whole body along his.
It’s sexy and perfect, Dave certainly knows every move and gesture, every
twitch and whimper, to drive Bro insane. Bro keeps his hands aloft, despite
Dave practically wrapping around him. His little brother mewls into his mouth,
slipping one thigh between Bro’s and rutting against his leg.
Dave nips at his lips, it takes him by surprise and Bro gasps. He uses it to
his advantage and his tongue invades Bro’s mouth. It laves over Bro’s, tasting
every inch it can get to. Dave wraps his tongue around Bro’s and licks at his
teeth. He’s inexperienced, yes, but Dave’s got the flavor of hot chocolate and
peppermint and his own sweetness that lingers under it all that makes it so
much better. Bro’s body reacts to Dave’s touching, despite Dave never actually
paying his crotch any mind. Finally Dave pulls back, breathless but annoyed as
he pants tiny puffs of air onto Bro’s burning lips.
“Bro, your ‘sposed to kiss back. ‘N your hands should be on me.” He licks his
lips and leans back towards Bro, who tugs back just enough to keep Dave from
kissing him again. Dave scowls, “You’re enjoying this,” he punctuates the
sentence with a sharp jerk of his leg against Bro’s erection straining against
his jeans, “so just kiss me you asshole.” With that he unhooks his hands around
Bro’s neck and grabs Bro’s wrists. He directs them to his waist, sliding them
up under the shirt until they’re skin to skin, and then drags Bro down for
another kiss. Bro’s brain goes into overdrive. Dave is so hot, the heat
radiating off of him and creeping into Bro’s hands. His skin is silky, the
calluses on Bro’s hand scratching against the tender flesh of Dave’s waist.
He’s narrow and Bro feels like if he squeezes too hard Dave will snap in two.
Dave is tiny and pliant, moldable, and his thighs are supple and round where
they frame Bro’s leg and grind into his crotch.
With a pained noise, Bro shuts his brain down and loses himself in the sloppy
kiss Dave has initiated while he bounces against Bro’s hip. He tries not to
think about how it’s his brother. How it’s his underage brother. How it’s his
underage brother he has guardianship over. Dave jerks against him, biting down
on his lip, when Bro digs his fingers in too rough and jars him back to the
now. Instead of pulling back, the lithe blonde moans into his mouth and
frantically increases his pace. Bro kneads his hands into Dave’s sides, pleased
with how Dave arches into the touch and his cock jolts when Bro adds in nails.
Cautiously, Bro brings the knee between Dave’s up until there’s pressure on
Dave’s crotch. Dave pops off of his mouth like he had the candy, lips painted
red with peppermint and bruises, and lets out a gurgled moan, rocking his body
down with more force. Bro brushes against the toy inside of him, the vibrations
buzzing against his leg and he hones in on that, rubbing it up into Dave’s
body.
Dave leans back into it, dragging Bro with him and staying attached to his
lips. The kiss turns wet, Dave panting into it as he swipes his tongue over
Bro’s mouth with all the finesse of a drunk. Bro shifts forward, using his
hands on Dave’s hips to hold him still and keep him perched on his leg. Dave’s
barely touching the floor anymore, most of his weight balanced on Bro’s thigh.
He never noticed how light Dave was. One hand creeps up from Dave’s waist and
breezes by a pink nipple. Dave puffs out another soft noise, chest heaving out
into the touch as Bro twiddles it under his thumb. The small blonde’s cock,
still trapped in the panties, had begun to leave a wet patch on Bro’s hip where
he grinds up into it. Bro rocks him back and forth, paying attention to the
leaking erection and the humming toy.
Then Dave’s arching hard away from him and his body spasms against Bro’s. He
locks up and digs his fingers into Bro’s hair, tugging hard as he spills into
the panties keeping his erection confined. Bro feels Dave’s body suck the toy
in as it flutters around it. He imagines what it’d look like, how tight Dave’s
gotten, and what Dave would feel like milking his cock. The damp spot on Bro’s
pants expands while Dave pumps out and makes a mess in his panties. Bro holds
him until his legs stop shaking, keeping him pressed close and breathing in
Dave’s scent.
Once Dave gets his feet back under him, still a little wobbly but upright,
Bro’s drops his hands and steps away. Dave reaches for him regardless, fingers
grazing Bro’s belt. Everything crashes down around Bro all at once. Dave’s
staring up at him, waiting for any sign Bro would do something. The heat in his
cheeks spreads out to his ears and down his neck. He made Dave a mess. Dave
finally drops his eyes, tugging at the shirt and prodding the stains. He takes
a small step towards Bro; Bro takes one back. They continue until Bro’s back is
sidled against the wall and Dave’s arms trap him in place. Dave’s stretching to
kiss him, a hand snaking down Bro’s abs to the belt buckle, when Bro gets the
sense of mind to try and pull back. Dave ignores him, choosing instead to
fumble with the metal latch.
He opens it without much fuss, Bro’s mind racing a thousand miles a minute
trying to catch up to the fact that he just got his little brother off and said
little brother is- Bro chokes on the breath he was taking as Dave undoes his
pants and latches his wet mouth onto the bulge in his boxers. Dave slobbers
across it, tongue working the length through the thin material. Bro buries his
hands in Dave’s hair, yanking Dave back and panting.
“Ow fuck, Bro. Come on, let me suck you off.” His big red eyes peer up at Bro,
pupils blown wide. Bro jolts back from Dave, causing Dave to stumble back onto
the floor. Without a look back, Bro flashes out of the kitchen and into the
bathroom to freak out in silence. He slams the door on Dave’s protests,
clicking the lock before shoving his boxers down and wrapping a hand around
himself.
He finishes to the image of Dave’s lips wrapped around him and his pink tongue
kitten-licking across the head of his cock. Hands a mess, he slumps down onto
the floor and groans, trying not to hear the sounds of Dave padding around
outside the door and whining at him to come back out. Dropping his head between
his knees, Bro takes steadying breaths until his mind is clear and he can see
straight again. Too close, one of these days he was going to end up pinning
Dave down on the floor and fucking him until he can’t walk straight.
Something tells him Dave would love that more than anything.
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