Scars (JohnDave/DaveJohn)

Merry Christmas to you and to you a Goodnight

Finally, Dave had time alone with his boyfriend. They'd successfully been able to sneak off outside and into Dave's car after exchanging presents with the rest of the 'family.' The small brunette looked up at Dave who had his arm wrapped around his shoulder. They were on a Christmas movie marathon and Polar Express was now playing and John was really excited. This was his absolute favorite Christmas movie and he had watched it a hundred times over.

Dave looked back at the boy and smiled softly before returning his gaze to the movie. The lights were low, being that it was quite late, so Dave had removed his glasses. John had seen them before, so there was no real 'big reveal' other than just blatant and dreamy staring brought to you by beaver face. "Daaaave.." John cooed, grinning as he pressed his palm softly into the other's chest. "Whaaaaaat?" He asked, causing the Egbert to giggle which only made him smile.

John's giggling subsided and he looked more serious now, scooting up slowly until his face was by Dave's. His arms slowly wrapped around his neck and the brunette took a more comfortable position, straddling Dave's lap. The blonde was well aware where this was going, John had done this quite a few times, but never followed through with it. It made Dave a bit upset, but he would never pressure John into doing anything that made him uncomfortable. Though he still felt a bit bad because no matter how much convincing and how many reassuring comments he gave, John would always chicken out.

Despite knowing this, Dave could feel his heart flutter, bright blue eyes looking into his own red ones. The Strider kissed back when John had pressed his lips down, knowing this routine already. Though he froze up, face turning a soft red when John started to kiss down his neck, nipping just lightly at the sensitive skin. Usually this was the other way around, very often would Dave leave a hickey on John's neck, making him known as the alpha dog. Though that didn't matter right now because hooooly fuck did that feel good.

Dave's eyes slowly shut as he began to just let himself enjoy John's teasing, which he very much did. A lot. His eyes practically burst out of his sockets as John moved his hand up his hoodie, and because Dave didn't have a shirt underneath, he let out the smallest of moans. Ah shit. "Pff, hehe.." Was all John responded with, slowly tugging off the blonde's clothing, setting it aside. Dave felt it was only fair to do the same for John and went to unzip his sweatshirt, then pull off his t-shirt. As the brunette ran his fingers along Dave's scars, like he usually would when Dave was shirtless, he just watched him and sighed. "Must you do that everytime?" He muttered, rolling his eyes softly.

"Sorry, sorry..." John mumbled, going back to kissing the Strider's neck, causing another little moan to slip out. "Fucking christ J-John stop teasin' me.." A southern drawl just barely hinted through his forced 'regular' speaking voice. The brunette nodded, doing exactly as told and pressed a kiss to his neck, all the way down to his waist. It took him a second to unbutton the other's pants, but couldn't quite pull them down as they were stopped by the older one. "John, where're you planning to take this..?" He asked, his grip only tightening on the waist of his pants. "As far as we can, Dave.. I know what I'm comfortable with, don't worry until something is actually happening.." The brunette sat up, now pulling off Dave's pants, his hand pressing along the other's boxers, trying to get him up.

After a while of that hardly working, John pulled off Dave's boxers, though the blonde was a bit reluctant. When the brunette wrapped his hand around Dave's shaft and began to move up and down slowly, Dave looked almost pained by it. The slow and steady action on such a sensitive place made him let out a few more soft moans, feeling pleasure pulse through him very slowly. "J-John, just... Do wh-what you're comfortable w-with.." He stuttered out, barely able to keep composure, the pace John was at probably a lot more pleasing and sensitive than being quick. "I am.." He mumbled, now moving his hand quicker, smirking just softly as Dave's hips pushed up into his palm.