Your name is DAVE STRIDER and you don't know what the fuck to do with yourself at this point.
Your long term bro and short term boyfriend John Egbert currently has his lips latched onto your neck. You mumble a long string of curse words at him, trying to coax him off of you. You cannot have a hickey. Bro will have none of that. You bruise so easily and- oh god he's biting.
You should not have even asked the dumb question in the first place...
TG: Okay John, I need to ask you something serious. Like, so serious. Someones life is on the line here.
Egbert gives you an exasperated sigh and you smirk a little.
EB: I'm trying to give our alien daughter a bath, what do you want?
You assume he means the salamander he's kept in his syladex even after the whole mess with the game from hell.
TG: Do you like the name Gwen?
EB: Yeah course. Why?
TG: No reason
That's when it started. At first it was just John politely and adorably asking in a way only an Egbert could before he started getting his lips comfy with the outline of your collar bone. You become increasingly more flushed, silently begging John to release you but you have no such luck. You keep telling him that there is no particular reason as to why you asked about the name until he starts biting.
"Come on Dave don't be like that..."
You fidget rather uncomfortably in your position on the couch. "J-Johnny there is no reason alright? I just wanted to k-know okay?!"
You are John Egbert and you cannot believe Dave Strider just stuttered. You smirk, only latching tighter onto his neck. "Tell me or I'll start sucking like a leech." You purr. You can already see the soft discolored patch of skin forming. If you do he will most certainly have a hickey.
You promptly begin to blow on that shit before you're caught off guard by a hand on your waist. "I-I just thought it'd be a nice name okay? But Casey Gwen Strider sounds dumb so just forget I said anything okay?" You smile slightly.
"Better than Eden." You reply, referring to the name you had chosen earlier for your unlikely to be born love child.
Dave simply sighs, rubbing his neck. He gives you a thumbs up when he winces slightly. So maybe he would have a little.. situation. He'd just tell Bro he'd ran into a door. It's happened before. "Did you really have to do all that just to get me to fucking tell you?" He mumbles and you laugh.
"I knew the whole time. I just think you taste good and I enjoy messing with you."
You are thumped in the back of the head before you two proceed to have sloppy make outs on the couch, the dim audio of Con Air in the background