Chapter 3

Dave froze. This wasn't a challenge at all. This was Bro, pure and honest, wanting to please him just as much as Dave wanted to please Bro. Everything in Dave started crashing down. He found that he had been holding his breath, and let out a low sigh. Dave blinked at Bro as the other man pulled back from his ear and smiled at him. It was a genuine smile, and it put Dave completely at ease somehow. That didn't last long.

Bro, satisfied that he had finally broken through to Dave, wholly enveloped Dave into his mouth again and sucked. Dave let out a husky moan and blushed more deeply. Fuck. It was so much better when he just let himself go. Bro hummed in approval as he began to bob his head up and down. He flicked his eyes up every now and then to bask in the expression on Dave's face. It was so erotic… and vulnerable. It meant the world to Bro that Dave was finally just accepting who he was and what he truly wanted. Bro wondered if anyone else would have been able to accomplish it.

Dave threw his head back and grabbed a fistful of Bro's hair. How was he so damn good at this? It wasn't fair. Dave wasn't certain he'd compare once it was his turn—and it would be his turn soon, he would make sure of that. His moaning grew a bit louder and more insistent as Bro continued, and he couldn't help but sneak glances down as Bro worked. God, this was so hot. Then Bro locked eyes with him. Those orange orbs pierced right through him instantly and stole his breath clean away. Those eyes were no longer filled with softness and understanding. They were like two hungry tigers about to pounce on some juicy prey. Dave was the prey. This just made him buck his hips a bit and moan more urgently.

Bro was focused on Dave like a laser. When Dave thrust himself up to meet him, he took it in stride and slid his hands underneath Dave's firm ass. As Dave enjoyed the ride, Bro took the opportunity to reach underneath of the futon mattress and pull out a discreet bottle of lube. He glanced up at Dave, but Dave had been oblivious of the gesture. Excellent. Bro tugged his right glove off and fumbled a bit with the bottle, popped the cap open, and squeezed a little of the gooey substance onto his right index finger. He paused to flick his tongue across the frenulum, sending Dave's hips upwards again. As Dave came back down, Bro slipped the end of his lubricated finger into Dave's entrance.

"Fuck!" Dave growled, nearly biting his tongue. Even during something as serious as this, Bro always found ways to surprise, and even torture, Dave.

Bro didn't even look up at Dave this time. Instead, he gently worked his finger in deeper and wiggled it until he was far enough in to find what he was looking for. It took him a few tries to locate Dave's sweet spot. Bro tried a few different angles and depths as he continued suckling Dave's manhood expertly.

"FUCK!" Dave half-yelled as his body arched involuntarily as if he had been shocked. Yep, there it was.

Bro mentally patted himself on the back for the minor accomplishment he had just made. There was more to be had, though. Dave hadn't shouted Bro's name yet, for one. That was something Bro was itching deep down to hear before this was over. He wanted this to be the best night of Dave's life-and he wanted to be the reason for that.

Dave couldn't think right now. His body was running on auto-pilot as he struggled to work his way through everything he was feeling. He had fumbled around with sex toys before, but he had never stimulated his prostate the way that Bro just had with nothing more than a finger. He certainly wasn't going to last much longer like this. Bro's mouth felt too good, his tongue felt too good, his finger brushing his prostate felt too good. Dave inhaled sharply and curled his fingers tighter in Bro's hair.

Bro winced as Dave pulled his hair. Dave probably didn't realize just how hard he was pulling it, but Bro wasn't enough of a masochist to really enjoy the deep pain shooting through his scalp. Bro removed his finger from Dave and quickly wiped it on one of the discarded shirts on the floor next to them. He was pretty sure he heard some sort of mewling sound come from Dave as he did this, but it would be alright. Bro was nowhere near finished yet. He just needed to bring Dave around enough to keep the hair on his head where it was. Bro let Dave slide out of his mouth as he reached up with a hand to gently remove Dave's fingers from his now-tangled hair.

Dave bit back a groan as he felt Bro recede from him. This was an opening; it was his chance. As Bro removed his hand, Dave twisted his wrist around and grabbed Bro's wrist instead. In one swift, surprisingly strong motion, Dave managed to flip himself out of the way just as Bro crashed down in his place. He wasted no time in removing what was left of Bro's clothes. How was he even still wearing any? This shit had to go.

Bro would've chuckled and smirked if he hadn't been so painfully aroused by what had been transpiring in their tiny apartment over the course of the past fifteen minutes or so. Instead, he settled for a breathy gasp as Dave tore his boxer briefs off of him. Bro locked eyes with Dave for the split second Dave was focused on his face. Then he watched as Dave devoured his entire being with just his burning crimson eyes. It would have been unnerving to anyone else, probably. To Bro, it was delicious.

Dave let his eyes trail over Bro's taut shoulders, heaving chest, and jaunty hipbones. Bro's torso was Dave's meal, and his previously-neglected cock was his dessert. Dave wanted to relish this, even though his hormones were screaming at him to get on with it. He realized that he had been holding Bro's arms over his head with his right hand, and let the pressure off of them. Dave lowered his hand to Bro's stiff erection and loosely wrapped his fingers around the shaft. He simultaneously ducked forward to claim Bro's lips with his own. He felt Bro moan against his mouth and shuddered. This man was intoxicating.

Bro raised his hips to meet Dave's hand and demanded entrance into Dave's mouth with his tongue. He mewled against Dave's lips and tried to pull him closer. Dave retreated, however, and kissed his way down Bro's torso. Bro briefly closed his eyes to focus more intently on the pure physical stimulation he was receiving. When he opened them again, he found Dave staring at his face with something even more primal shimmering behind his eyes. Was this how he had looked to Dave only moments before? Fuck, no, there's no way he could have bedroom eyes that powerful.

Dave lowered his head, maintaining eye contact with Bro, and placed soft kisses up Bro's length. The flesh was so smooth and tender against his lips, even though the tissues beneath it were full and firm. Bro's look glazed over a little, and Dave took that as a sign to continue. He wrapped his lips around the head and slowly dipped his head down. Dave let his tongue flatten out and drag across the underside of Bro's cock as he pulled back up off of it.

"Mm, Dave," Bro said huskily, letting his head fall back. Nothing felt so sweet and right as Dave's lips wrapped around his cock. It sent a sizzle up his spine and made his vision start to swim.

Dave felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand at full attention when Bro moaned his name. Damn, it was like a drug, however cliché that was. Dave wanted to hear more. He dipped down again and swirled his tongue around the base, drawing more breathy moans from Bro. Dave shifted the hand he was resting his weight on and noticed the small bottle of lube beside it. Now he was presented with a bit of a dilemma. Should he just use the convenient lube right next to him, or should he do something more devious, like making Bro suckle on a couple of his fingers while he was being pleasured? Dave glanced up at Bro's face and noticed his mouth hanging mostly open. Damn, that was too hard to resist right now.

Bro panted lightly as Dave worked his aching cock, running his hands over his chest as he stared intently at the inside of his eyelids. Suddenly there were two fingertips resting against his lower lip, and he instinctively licked at them. The fingers took that as a formal invitation and slid their way into Bro's heated mouth. Bro registered what was happening and smirked inwardly before starting to suck on the fingers now resting on his tongue. He was an expert at this sort of thing, and he was sure it wouldn't be long before this indirect form of play would get to Dave. Bro ran his tongue along the undersides of the fingers, flicking it against the most distal joints and over the tips. He brought one hand up to gently grasp Dave's wrist as he pulled the fingers in deeper.

Dave lost a modicum of concentration as Bro sucked his fingers like a pro. It was incredibly distracting, seeing as how he had no problem relating the feeling in his fingers to his manhood. Especially since Bro's mouth had just been on it not five minutes prior. Fuck, Bro was good. Dave twitched a little and forcibly withdrew his fingers from Bro's mouth. He watched as Bro relinquished his digits, albeit reluctantly, then pulled them down over Bro's left thigh. Dave positioned his fingers at Bro's entrance and glanced back up at Bro's face. Bro was looking right into his eyes. The shining orbs were saying, "Do it, Dave." Who was he to deny Bro? Dave was a bit impressed when Bro didn't flinch an inch as he slid his index and middle fingers into Bro second-knuckle deep.

Bro groaned in some sort of sweet agony as Dave broached him. It was such a dirty, intimate action, and the more Bro thought about how it was actually happening, the more it drove him crazy. In the back of his mind, though, a small voice was complaining that it still wasn't enough, it still wasn't him inside. Bro bit his bottom lip and arched into Dave. It would be soon enough, he told himself with a smug sense of satisfaction and anticipation. He didn't plan on letting Dave initiate the next step. He had been fantasizing about it for far too long to not be the one to do it.

Dave hummed around Bro's cock as he worked his fingers in and out of him. He wanted desperately to find the trigger spot, as Bro had done to him. Unfortunately, Dave didn't have a lot of practice, so he was mostly fumbling around fruitlessly. It didn't seem to matter to Bro, if how he was writhing and moaning were any indications of how he was taking this. Dave nearly gagged when Bro thrust up into his mouth especially quickly, so he figured he couldn't be too far off. Dave used his free hand to hold down Bro's right hip just in case that happened again. He had let himself go with Bro, but he still wasn't about to choke and look like a completely incompetent tool in front of (and around) him. That would be a total moodkiller. Dave picked up the pace a bit and dug his nails into Bro's hip.

Bro was thoroughly enjoying this, but he was ready now to progress. He sat up a bit and put one hand under Dave's chin, and gently pulled up on it. Dave let Bro slide out of his mouth, then looked up at him expectantly. Bro tugged Dave up over his abdomen while simultaneously pushing himself into more of a sitting position. This movement caused Dave's fingers to slide out of Bro, which caused him a brief moment of an intense feeling of loss, but he assuaged his mind with the information that something much better would be there in the fingers' place very shortly. Bro leaned over Dave's left ear and licked the lobe before saying, "Iwantyouinsideofme," in the sexiest voice Dave had ever heard.

Dave gulped down his heart, which had just jumped into his throat and made it feel raw. God, yes. Fuck, yes. Shit, yes. Dave started to back up, but Bro pulled him forward and caught him off-balance. Bro just grinned seductively up at him as he slid to the side and let Dave fall on his back again. Dave watched with wide eyes as Bro climbed back on top of Dave and leaned over him to claim his lips. He moaned into the kiss as he felt Bro's fingertips tickle the underside of his cock. Then he shivered as he felt the cold, sudden presence of a condom being rolled onto it, followed by the slightly heavier feeling of lube over it. Dave found himself holding his breath again as he felt Bro's flesh brush against the tip of his erection. Bro snickered to himself against Dave's lips and breathed, "Relax, bro." Dave immediately recognized the inherent irony in the situation and mentally high-fives Bro while also chastising himself for being on the short end of the stick. Or for being the stick. Fuck, he wasn't sure what he was even thinking anymore. Dave needed to stop trying to distract himself in order to relax.

Bro lowered himself over Dave, which seemed to snap Dave out of whatever reverie he had just slipped into. Dave's head hadn't even breached him yet and Dave was already tenser than two nuns in a Hustler store. Bro pulled back from Dave's lips and planted a soft kiss on Dave's neck. The muscles underneath were taut and stretched. Bro backed off enough to glance into Dave's eyes, but those eyes were closed to him in that moment. Frowning a bit, Bro craned his head and bit down on Dave's neck. Hard. Dave yelped a bit and thrust his hips upwards out of pure reflex.

"Fuuuu-," Bro murmured through clenched teeth, his curse evaporating into a long, low moan. Dave was now entirely sheathed in him all at once, which was what Bro had been aiming for, but it was still difficult to adjust to so suddenly.

Dave realized instantly what he had done and began to try to apologize to Bro, but Bro was too busy drawing blood from his neck to register anything Dave would have said. The noises he was making against Dave's carotid were a mixture of pleasure and pain, though Dave had to admit that the difference was pretty minute when it came to Bro. Wait, how many of those grunts during strifing those past few years were much naughtier than they should have been? Now that Dave thought about it, there had been several instances where the two of them had ended tangled up during a fight and Bro had made labored noises as they wrestled against each other, and it was quite possible that Bro had been getting more out of it than previously thought. Dave made a mental note to end a later strife with Bro underneath of him, writhing and moaning. Bro shifted over him and his body shuddered as he pulled himself up on Dave's cock. Dave instinctively raised a hand to Bro's head and gently ran his fingers through Bro's hair in a gesture of comfort.

Bro released his vice grip on Dave's neck and realized through his lust-fueled haze that there was now blood on his lips. Oops. Perhaps Dave was a bit of a masochist like he was, though. He hoped so, anyway. Bro straightened his back and let his arms meander around to either side of Dave's hips, where they planted themselves as anchors. Bro flexed his muscles and let himself slide back down Dave's length. Fuck, this felt even better than he had imagined. Of course it did. There's no way imagination could ever do Dave Strider real justice.

Dave let his hands fall onto Bro's hips as Bro began riding Dave's cock. He didn't want to hurt him, so he had to swallow down the urge to buck up into Bro and let Bro set the pace. Dave tried to burn the image of Bro on top of him, back arched and panting, flushed and fully aroused, deep into his subconscious. Small beads of sweat were running down his reddened flesh now as he slowly, so slowly, worked himself up and down over Dave. The sheen was just giving Bro an even more erotic visage, and Dave clenched his teeth and let a moan escape between them. Fuck, this was practically torture. He reveled in it.

Bro felt the tenseness return to Dave's abdomen and hips, and he chanced a glance down at Dave's face. Dave's whole face was screwed up in concentration, and Bro knew that Dave was fighting a losing battle beneath him. Bro let one of his hands trail behind him, sliding through a rivulet of lube leaking around Dave's cock. He arched his back to get a better angle and slid one digit into Dave again without warning.

Dave let out a short string of unintelligible curses as his body betrayed him and rocked up into Bro. Dave nearly bit his tongue in frustration and squinted up at Bro. Bro's head was back and a throaty moan was drifting down to Dave's eager ears. So this is how it would be. Dave had no qualms about that. Dave tightened his grip on Bro's hips and retreated out of him before pounding back into him with renewed vigor. The force of it rocked the futon under them and Dave almost lost it when Bro nearly screamed.

"FUCK, yes, oh god, DAVE," Bro blurted out as he shook over Dave's taut frame. Dave was starting to get the picture. Bro opened his eyes as the shock to his sensitive nerve endings receded, and he looked down at Dave's face. Dave's expression was intense. The floodgates were fully open… finally. Bro mentally prepared himself for the thorough fucking he was about to receive.

Dave was done resisting his bodily urges. He was very certain he had just managed to brush against Bro's prostate, and he found that he wanted to replicate that reaction from Bro many, many more times. The way that he tightened almost painfully around Dave's cock was a huge plus. There was no way Dave could take that for an extended period of time, though. If he wanted to make Bro scream out his name a dozen more times, he'd have to slow down or he'd lose it. Dave's mind tried to reason with his body that it would be worth it to draw it out, but it was too late now. Dave's hips were readying themselves for another brutal thrust and there was no stopping them.

Bro nearly crumpled over Dave as Dave hit his sweet spot again with much more force than the previous attempt. He couldn't keep up everything he was doing all at once, so he reluctantly withdrew his finger from Dave and focused instead of keeping upright. His fists curled as he leaned forward a bit and let out strangled cries of pure pleasure. Damn, Dave had found that sucker deep inside and was instantly able to pound against it relentlessly with precision. Bro let Dave set the pace now, intent on focusing on the feelings coursing through him, and the delicious moans escaping Dave's parted lips.

Dave picked up his rhythm and let his right hand slide from Bro's hip to his neglected erection, which had started to wilt. Dave wrapped his hand around it carefully and pumped, relishing in the husky moans erupting from Bro's dry throat.

"Fuck..nngh..Brooo," Dave groaned out, thrashing his head a bit on the futon. He was nearly on the edge. Dave could feel the insistent heat and pressure in his lower abdomen mounting, reaching their breaking point. He let out another heavy moan of Bro's name as his hips bucked faster.

Bro looked down into Dave's crimson eyes and lost himself in them. He was drowning in red fire. Bro felt enveloped, surrounded, suffocated. He heard his name come out of Dave in the most erotic moan, strangled by the urgency to catch his breath. Bro arched back and dug his nails into the cushion of the futon, then launched himself down and latched onto Dave's shoulder with his teeth. The next time Dave called out Bro's name, Bro responded in kind against Dave's right clavicle. Bro came harder than he had in a very long time, and he was barely cognizant of the fact that blood was on his lips again as he rode out his orgasm on top of Dave. Dave hadn't missed a beat, and somewhere, masked behind the lusty haze, Bro was proud of that.

Dave let out another strangled cry as Bro spasmed around him. He didn't even notice the pain coursing through his shoulder. All he knew in that moment was the feeling of Bro squeezing his cock in waves, and the desperate, breathy, muffled yell of his name next to his right ear. Vaguely he felt the hot presence of cum over his stomach and chest. It took a backseat to the nearly-blinding ripples of pleasure shooting through him as he reached his peak immediately after Bro.

"BRO!" Dave half-shouted, half-hissed between his teeth as he erupted into him, almost faltering in his rhythm as he pumped himself into pure oblivion. Bro collapsed next to Dave, nearly falling to the floor. Dave was aware enough to catch him and pull him back next to him as he stared down at the mess now covering most of his exposed body. He let his head fall back dramatically and he huffed, trying to catch his breath.

"Fuuuuck," Dave groaned, resting his free arm across his forehead, panting heartily.

Bro rolled his head to face Dave, whose eyes were squeezed tightly shut. He let his gaze drift down over Dave's heaving chest, and he gently ran a hand across it, careful to avoid the semen splattered across it. God, he was almost hard again just taking in the sights and sounds of Dave in his post-coital state. Bro hummed against Dave's hair and smiled wickedly.

Dave let his eyes slide halfway open. He rolled them in Bro's direction. Bro was beaming. He was positively fucking glowing, in fact. Somehow the lust still burning in his stomach melted away a bit, and he took time to admire the look in Bro's eyes as Bro traced his chest with feathery touches. The smile betrayed his eyes, though. The beast was not sated yet, oh no. Dave swallowed hard in between short gasps and mentally berated himself as he felt the heat start to build in his abdomen again. Jesus, he was such a hornball.