Colorful
Dave was red. As was well known, red was Terezi's favorite color. Not so well known was the fact that Dave was Terezi's favorite flavor. Dave didn't really mind, but it was starting to get ridiculous. Honestly, they were in the kitchen when she decided to shove him into the counter and get on her knees. Dave could give her credit for a lot of things, but the first he would have to say was that the troll was amazing with her tongue. The second would probably be that the color of her tongue was kind of a weird turn on for him. The way the bright cerulean contrasted with his flushed, aching flesh was…interesting to say the leat. But anyhow, this was getting seriously risky. Terezi was deep throating him in the middle of the kitchen. Anyone could walk in…God, what if it was John? Dave thought he would probably die of embarrassment…though no one would know it. It would probably haunt him forever and…shit, Ter was doing that humming thing that just felt…what was he thinking about again? Oh, yes, how terribly inappropriate this was and—how could she even do that with her tongue?—and how they were probably going to get caught, even though Dave was keeping quiet. And, damn, there were her hands, the thin fingers stroking his thighs and moving up to fondle his balls…He was making very uncool noises right now, and it was getting him pretty annoyed. He glanced down at Terezi to…well, scold her or…something…and, God, that was a really fucking dumb move. He almost came from the sight of her bobbing up and down on his dick. This really couldn't get any worse, could it…And then, Terezi glanced up, pulling away from Dave's cock with a wet sucking noise, giggling before she said, "Your colors taste the best, Dave." And Dave was finished.
This couple is extremely fun to write.
Also, I tried to write with not a lot of dialogue...
I hope I succeeded...R&R!