~Davesport Oneshots~

lingerie

^ what Dave's wearing

[Lingerie, Smut, public?, praise, trans character because I can't get pussy off my mind, really bad chapter]
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The colored pair sat in the musty, dark room, chatting away drunk and probably high out of their minds. It was Dave who first came up with the topic they were now discussing, which was just them telling good and bad sex stories.

Jack smiled and nodded along, taking sips of his drink as Dave rambled on and on.

"-So then she pulled down her pants and there was a dick-"

Jack's eyes examined Dave every now and then as the aubergine carried on, noticing all the little scars on his face that you could only get from a springlock suit. But some scars, as Jack noticed, were different. Scattered even, like he'd been attacked with a knife, or someone was trying to give a really bad lobotomy. The orange man shrugged it off, tuning back into what Dave was saying;

"I always liked when the hookers had some kinda lingerie on y'know, it makes it ten times better. Hell I put some on to see how nice it is and lemme tell ya it's pretty sexy- but anyway-"
The aubergine was cut off by Jack letting out a laugh, not expecting to hear what Dave had said.

"Dude are you fucking wearing actually lingerie right now?"

Jack couldn't help it as his eyes traced Dave's figure, images already popping into his head, sending a wave of heat through his body.

Daves cheeks seemed to flush, opening his mouth but no words seemed to arise.
Jack moved closer to Dave as the aubergine ran a hand through his dirty locks, unsure of how to answer the oranges questions.

Before Dave realized, Jack's hands had met his shoulders, his white pupils staring into Daves. The cold orange hands cupped the purple man's face, looking down at him with a sadistic smile, inching ever so closer to the other man's face.

Jack tugged at daves button up shirt, silently asking to see. Dave took a moment to respond, though he nodded his head in response. Jack grinned, catching the purple lips Inna careful kiss, humming as he undid the buttons. Soon Jack's lips moved lower, growing harsher as he licked and sucked at Daves neck.

Dave himself was a whining mess, rubbing his thighs together as he held onto Jack's curly hair.

The more Jack unbuttoned the more of the black piece revealed leathery straps over his shoulders, a smooth bra barely cupping Dave's small chest. The tangerine felt the cold metal ring between both tit holders [sorry], pressing it against Dave's skin but he didn't really get a reaction. Jack's gaze continued lower, pulling Dave's shirt off completely, showing to the orange the other straps that clung tightly to his purple hips.

"Up," Jack's voice traveled, demanding for Dave to stand. And which he did, shamefully lowering his own pants to his ankles, Jack helping him toss them aside.

Dave stood sheepishly, hiding the bottom piece with a lone hand to which Jack pushed away, gazing up at Dave in awe.

"God you're so beautiful, Dave... " he whispered, unsure if Dave would hear. Dave did however, a dust of pink spreading over his cheeks, heat in his stomach swirling through him.

"There's... more to it actually" Dave spoke, trying to regain his confidence in such apparel.

"Oh yeah? Show me." It wasn't as demanding of a voice, yet it still managed to make Dave fumble as he moved to his jeans, jack gazing at the purple man's smooth ass as he crouched down, digging in the dirty pockets.

Soon Dave pulled out a leather pair of handcuffs, the signs of Dave Holding such a thing matching his already revealing outfit was enough to get Jack hard, not to say he wasn't hard this whole time. It's jack guys c'mon.