This chapter is pure smut, guys. I swear I'll get some plot development going soon, but I just couldn't wait to get it going! 3 I also swear there's going to be some actual romance here.

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Dave: Be the hot blonde guy.

You are already the hot blonde guy.

Dave: Be the other hot blonde guy.

You are now the other hot blonde guy, and you have never felt this incredible in your life. Then again, you have only lived 10 years. Or does it count as 17? You decide you don't care, and try to mimic the actions of the man leaning in above you, wanting him to feel the same way you do: lost in pleasure, filled with warmth, and incredibly... well, incredibly good. From the moment you had felt the other man's lips on yours, a heat had been pooling inside of you, originating from the place between your legs. You'd felt it earlier, too, when he'd been on top of you. But it was nothing like this. It's slightly painful, but at the same time it feels mind-blowingly spectacular. You are running out of adjectives to describe the feelings this man is eliciting in you.

He traces his tongue across your lower lip, barely touching it, and you moan slightly, parting your lips. With that, his tongue breaches you and you find it intertwining with yours. The pleasure overwhelms you and you reach one hand up to weave your fingers into his hair. The other goes to his lower back, pulling his hips to yours. All you want in the world at this moment is to breach the distance between the two of you. It seems as though you will never be close enough.

Both of you are now lying on your sides, his hips flush against yours, and you can feel his hardness against your own. You gasp. How is he so big? How are you? When did—? He grinds his hips into you, keeping your lips locked together all the while, and you completely lose your train of thought. It feels as though Din's Fire is exploding through your veins, and nothing exists but you and him. You grab at him desperately and roll your hips back against his as both of you set up a rhythm, just as you had when you were fighting, only the music now consists of low moans and sharp gasps and the quiet shuffling of fabric from the friction.

Suddenly, he rolls you onto your back and straddles you once again. You look at him again, and even as your body screams for more, you feel a pang in your chest. You want to look at him, and you want to see him looking right back. You tentatively reach a hand towards his face.

"Dave, I..." you trail off, pulling your hand back, not sure if you should ask. His voice is gentle as he responds.

"Yes?" He leans forward and tenderly caresses the side of your face with his palm. You shudder with pleasure and involuntarily thrust up again, moaning ever so slightly at the loving gesture. He leans down further, and speaks softly into your ear, his voice impossibly low.

"Link." Your breath hitches as you hear your name on his lips, and you clutch at him again. "Tell me."

Fighting against every cell in your body, you place your hands on his shoulders and push him back. Even with his shades still on, he looks somewhat hurt by the gesture.

"I want to— I mean–I..." you stutter. He starts to shift his weight away from you trying to get up. You grab his hips and hold him in place, finally finding the words.

"I want to see your eyes. Don't hide from me. Please." He gulps ever so slightly.

"Just don't... freak out." he begs. You nod. You want nothing more than to see what he's hiding. Everything he's hiding. Everything about him. He slowly reaches up to take off his shades with trembling hands. He pulls them away from his face and captchalogues them, and you are staring into vibrant red eyes, the color of blood. You gasp. He's even more beautiful than you'd imagined. Your hands move form his hips to his shoulder blades as you pull him forcefully back down to your lips, grinding against him once again. He moans into you and runs his hands along your sides. Then he places his hand on your chest and pulls his face away from yours, just out of reach. You whimper quietly, wanting more, and he smirks. There's a glint in his eyes now, and you know he's in control once again. He stares at you for just a moment before speaking.

"You're so beautiful." Your already impossibly hard erection swells even more, and whatever blood is left moves to your face as you blush. Suddenly, his head dips down into your neck and you feel a wet trail along the side of it, running from the hollow of your neck up to your earlobe. You shudder yet again, and it feels so good a tear actually falls from your eye. He takes your earlobe between his teeth and nibbles gently, then kisses his way down your jaw before taking your mouth again.

Link: Be the one in control.

You are now the one in control. Your name is Dave Strider and you will never doubt Rose Lalonde again. Though Rose is actually not even close to your thought processes at the moment. What is on your mind is the writhing beauty beneath you. Link just absolutely fucking gorgeous and each little moan that escapes his mouth enraptures you beyond belief. You have never felt so good in your life. You used to think Terezi was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen (other than your teenage mother, but you'd never admit that to anyone EVER because fucking duh), but again, that's the last thing on your mind at the moment. Because there is no doubt that the sexiest thing in any universe is the one you're currently kissing. His face presses up against yours, his hips doing the same, and you are fucking lost. All you can think to do is try to make the man underneath you scream your name and feel your affection in every limb, vein, and cell in his body. You shift your hips to the side for better access, then reach down and pull his tunic up. Hesitantly, you place your hand on his package, rubbing it through the thin fabric of his leggings. He breaks off the kiss in favor of uttering a loud, shameless groan as he bucks up against your hand and your hesitation vanishes instantly. You press down more firmly and set up a rhythm of rubbing and squeezing he seems more than happy to dance to. Since his mouth seems occupied with sensual vocalizations, some of which sound a great deal like your name, you move to suck at his neck instead, continuing to rub back and forth on his throbbing erection. You kiss up along his neck and suck gently at his adam's apple, then suckle your way down to his neck and bite gently where his neck connects to his shoulders, never ceasing your attentions to his groin. His back arches and he continues to thrust up against your hand, over and over, practically weeping in pleasure.

You decide to show him a little mercy.

You reach your hand into his leggings and feel the warm pulsing member underneath your hand. And you fucking love it. You tighten your hand around his shaft and begin pumping it quickly. Link is reduced to a beautiful pile of moaning and keening and thrusting and just being absolutely fucking gorgeous. His rhythm turns erratic and a confused look passes over his face.

"Wait, no, let go." The hell? You don't really believe he's asking for that, so you keep pumping.

"Please, Dave! I think... I think I'm gonna pee. I don't- let go." He looks desperate, and he's blushing harder than ever. Oh my fucking God. It can't be. You continue pumping his erection, moving even faster now. He seems to really believe it, though. It's his first orgasm. How the hell? I mean, he's only had wet dreams until now? Holy fuck. Just, yes.

His legs are quivering now and he's still panicking, but you can see his mind starting to slip as the pleasure entirely overtakes him. He shudders one last breath before releasing in waves of ecstasy, moaning your name and spilling onto his dark blue tunic. You keep pumping gently until the tide of his orgasm has passed, and even though you are still rock hard and aching, you decide you'll let him have this moment.

"Um... Wow. That was. Wow." He looks at you questioningly now, his eyes somewhat distant. "What... Uh... I..." he struggles for words, still lost in the post-orgasm haze. "What was that?" You chuckle now. His innocence is so sweet. So endearing. You lean in and plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

"That, Link, was an orgasm."

"It was..."

"Fucking amazing?"

"Yes. Very."

"Good."

"So... that aching feeling I had before I, you know..."

"Came?"

"Uh, yeah, if that's what it's called. But the um... tension. I mean, it felt good, but, it also felt sorta... painful? But I guess it started when my—my penis got, um, hard." Oh-my-god-how-in-the-ever-loving-fuck-is-he-so-fuc king-innocent-and-cute-Fuck.

"Yep. That's how it works. It builds and builds until you come."

"So um..." he reaches for your crotch and grabs your very-hard cock through your God Tier pajamas. "Do you still feel that right now?" You have a little difficulty wrapping your head around the question as his hand reaches under your pants and wraps around your head. Most of your mind is occupied on that hand and what it is doing to you. Fuck how is he so good at this? For fuck's sake I don't think he's ever even touched his own dick. But he's asked you a question, so you try to respond.

"Um... yeah." His thumb accidentally grazes the tip, smearing precum over the rest of the head. Your breath hitches instantly, and it doesn't fail to catch his attention. He grins at the sound.

"Let me help you." He speaks as though he doesn't already have a hand around your cock.

"Oh fuck yes." you say, closing your eyes and reveling in the sensation. His lips meet yours again, and he glides his tongue over your bottom lip.

"You taste good, Dave." The line goes straight to your groin and you thrust into his hand. God that feels good. You don't realize that you've moaned until he swallows it, working his tongue into your mouth.

It doesn't matter that his kiss is sloppy and his hand is unpracticed. You feel motherfucking incredible right now, and he's the only one who's ever made you feel like this. His lips pull away from you and you find yourself gazing up into his bright blue eyes. Suddenly, the awkward, innocent man from two minutes ago becomes a man made of sensuality and pure unrestrained beauty as he leans into your ear and says huskily,

"Come for me, Dave Strider."

You do.

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