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Dave’s not naive.
Nothing escapes him, he knows how to play the game.
He knows he can’t just outright say “I want to fuck you this time,” to James when they’re both sober and not fucking, because James will just shut him down, possibly by putting his cock in his mouth. Heh. Dave doesn’t mind being the bottom, but sometimes he wants to spice things up a bit. And if he needs to butter James up first, so be it.
He plans it, a few days in advance, asks James what he’s going to be doing in the studio.
Monday night, guitar.
Tuesday night, drums and more guitar.
Wednesday night, vocals.
Bingo.
He’s knows exactly what mood he needs James in.
Stressed.
Because only then can he be pushed to submit, only then will his overwhelmed mind give in and let Dave take the reins.
Most days he won’t even let Dave give him a back rub, but when he’s in a bad mood he’ll let Dave dote on him a little bit more than he’d usually like. So Dave thinks maybe that’s the best opportunity to sway him to put his legs in the air and a finger in his ass.
James is always in a sour mood when he does vocals. He’s never fully satisfied, and he always comes home a little stressed, which Dave usually uses as an opportunity to ride him within an inch of his life. He just makes James take it whilst James lets all his stress melt right out of him.
It’s currently Wednesday, and Dave waits patiently on the couch, idly flicking through some crappy tv shows until he finds something he wants to watch. He’s dressed in James’ pyjama pants and tshirt, mostly because he knows it’ll turn the younger man on before he can even tell him his plans.
He smirks to himself, sipping at his beer until finally the sound of keys fills the flat.
The door opens slowly, and James steps in, his bag thudding against the carpet as he shuffles to shut the door. A long drawn out sigh fizzles through the air, and Dave watches closely as James shucks his shoes off before heading over to him. His cheeks are red and his hair is ratty, and he’s got that look about him like he’s been grinding his jaw all day.
Dave puts his beer down on the side table next to him before holding an arm out. James dives down, wrapping himself in Dave’s grip, laying his head down in Dave’s lap with a little huff.
Dave smiles quietly, pets his hand over James’ head, smooths out his hair.
“Long day?” he asks, trailing his fingers down to outline James’ soft features.
“I hate Lars,” James gruffs, his voice slightly muffled against Dave’s thigh.
Dave stifles a laugh, not wanting to rile James up before he can even get started.
“Why are you still up?” James asks, yawning quietly.
Dave moves his hand, presses it into the knobs of James’ spine, massaging gently. James doesn’t tense, doesn’t sigh with annoyance. If anything, he mewls quietly, nuzzling his nose into Dave’s thigh.
“I was waiting for you,” Dave says, thumbing against James’ back. “I knew you were having a hard day.”
James hums, before falling silent.
Dave bides his time, moving to play with James’ hair.
James sniffs.
“You’re wearing my clothes.”
Dave grins, glad that James can’t see his face right now. James scoots a little to press his face into Dave’s crotch, and Dave lifts an eyebrow as a wet tongue laves over the cotton pyjama bottoms.
“How are you horny already?” Dave bemuses, but James just shrugs, reaching up to rub his fingers over the outline of Dave’s hardening cock.
“Can’t help it,” James murmurs, finally angling his face up to look at his lover.
Dave tries to steady his breath, and quickly soars down to capture James in a kiss.
James moans quietly, moving upwards, and Dave cups his face, fists his other hand in James’ unruly hair.
“Fuck,” James mumbles when they pull away, their lips still touching, and Dave pecks him again.
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” he says, flicking his eyes up to meet James’.
James nods, his walls already starting to drop as Dave pulls him up and leads him by the hand to the bedroom.
He practically sticks to Dave’s back like glue, but Dave doesn’t mind.
Once they’re by the bed, Dave turns, sinking to his knees, unbuckling James’ belt and dragging down his zipper, his other hand gripping onto his thigh tightly.
He pulls James’ pants off, letting the younger man step out of them before skating his hands over James’ cock, his boxers still hiding it from view.
Dave licks over the outline of James cock before sucking underneath it, and a hand flies into his hair, a sharp breath sounding from above.
Dave reaches up, thumbs at James’ balls, rolls the heavy sack between three fingers, and James is starting to go now, his words bleeding into long whimpers and moans.
Dave pulls the blonde’s boxers down and wraps his fingers around James’ cock. It’s long and red, a patch of blonde hair curling at the base, thick veins trailing up to the purpling head, precum drooling from the tip.
Dave sucks the end into his mouth, steadying James’ hips when they try to shove forwards. He just needs him to relax, and that’s when the real game starts.
He pays attention to his slit, dipping his tongue in before slurping back down, pulling at his foreskin to expose as much as possible.
James is speaking nonesense, and Dave’s grip is bruising on his hips as he desperately tries to keep him still.
Dave laps at the head for a moment before sinking down further, opening his throat, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.
He bobs a few times, goes just deep enough for James’ dick to start to slide down his throat before finally pulling off.
James whines, tugging at his hair, but Dave just chuckles, kissing his pubic bone before getting to his feet.
He wipes a hand over his mouth, and James quickly pulls him in for a kiss. It’s hot and heavy, but Dave quickly dominates it, sliding his tongue into James’ mouth.
They quickly shed their remaining clothes before Dave pushes James back onto the bed.
James hits it with a quiet thud, and he shuffles up a bit, allowing Dave to climb into his lap.
Dave leans down, rubbing their cocks together as he licks into James’ mouth, muffling James’ cries. He pulls away after a moment and moves downwards, spreading James’ legs.
James doesn’t protest because Dave’s hand quickly wraps around his cock, pumping it a few times.
Whilst he’s distracted, Dave uses his other hand, trails over James’ balls before dipping lower, sliding between his crack, and James stills.
“What are you doing?”
His words are maybe a bit too sharp for Dave’s liking, and he stills both his hands. James has propped himself up on his elbows, his brow knotted in confusion.
“I wanna fuck you,” Dave says, not sugarcoating it.
“Dave-“
“I know what you’re gonna say,” Dave interrupts him. “But I want you to trust me. I know you’re stressed and this will help.”
James doesn’t look too convinced, but Dave smooths his hands over his lover’s bare thighs.
“If you say no, we won’t do it. If you wanna stop, we’ll stop. I’m not forcing you to do anything. But I’m asking you to trust me.”
James chews at his lip, an obvious battle going on inside his head.
Dave slides his hands up James’ taut stomach, feeling him shiver slightly. He shifts forwards, pressing their chests together, James’ legs splayed either side of him as he leans down to kiss him.
It’s a quick kiss, but it’s reassuring, and James finally replies, wide eyes looking up at Dave.
“Go slow,” he murmurs, and Dave smiles.
Victory.
“Of course, baby,” he whispers, kissing James one last time before he moves, reaching over to grab the lube from the bedside table.
He presses James’ chest to lie back before he kneels between his legs.
He drizzles some lube over his fingers before gently spreading James’ legs wider and up.
He slides one wet finger down James’ crack until it gets to his hole, and his eyes flick up to watch James’ expression.
James’ face doesn’t really change, so Dave takes that as his cue, and he pushes his finger inside.
James’ breath hitches, his fingers balling in the sheets.
Dave kisses his knee softly before starting to pump his finger in and out.
James’ eyes flutter shut, and Dave quickens his pace slightly.
“Doing so well,” he murmurs, before adding a second finger.
James takes it better than he expected, he hardly tenses at all, and Dave quickly starts to scissor his fingers, stretching him out. He seeks out James’ prostate, and he knows he’s found it when James’ eyes fly open, and finally a long moan sounds, his back arching.
Dave smirks.
“Like that?” he asks, pressing his fingers harder into that bundle of nerves.
James whimpers, hips shifting, legs falling open even wider.
“Dave,” he whines, head falling back with a small gasp.
“Wanna keep going?” Dave asks, and James quickly nods.
“Don’t fucking stop.”
Dave grins, pulls his fingers out only to push three in instead.
“Bossy,” he teases, but he doesn’t know if James is even listening. His chest is heaving and small moans are falling from his mouth at a constant rate.
Dave fingers him for a little while longer, making sure to stretch him out and get him as wet as he can before he finally pulls out.
He slinks upwards, an elbow beside James’ head as the other goes down to spread the lube over his own very needy and neglected cock.
James blinks his eyes open to look up at him, his pupils blown wide, and Dave kisses him softly.
He presses in slowly, the tip of his cock pushing into James’ hole carefully, and James tenses, a small frown creasing his forehead, his hands flying up to Dave’s back.
Dave keeps their eye contact, pressing in further, spreading James wide, and James’ legs move upwards, wrapping around his waist, until finally Dave is all the way in.
He leans down, rests his forehead against James’, just breathes him in, and James bridges the gap between them, kissing Dave needily.
“Okay?” Dave whispers, his words brushing over James’ cheek.
James sucks in a breath, his walls squeezing around Dave dick.
“Yeah,” he breathes.
Dave moves a piece of hair from James’ face, kissing him, before pulling out a little then thrusting back in.
James gasps, nails scrambling for purchase on Dave’s back, scraping red marks into his pale skin.
Dave thrusts a few more times before finally letting himself get lost in the throes of pleasure, fucking James in to the mattress, hard.
“I knew you’d love this,” Dave says, pushing James’ legs up higher, bending him in half. “Just love getting split open on my cock.”
James whines, rocking down to meet Dave’s movements.
He feels unbelievably good, tight and hot around Dave’s cock, and Dave feels like he’s been starved of it. He really hopes this isn’t going to be a one time deal again.
James completely lets go, let’s Dave fuck him as complete nonesense dribbles from his lips, his mouth open on hot little pants.
“Such a slut,” Dave says, can’t help it. He’s so used to degrading James during sex that’s it become second nature, but James gives the expected groan, eyes rolling back at the dirty name.
Dave changes his angle, brutally assaulting James’ prostate just to make him cry out and seize around his cock.
James’ head is thrown back, and Dave uses the opportunity to suck a bruise into his throat. He always loves marking James up, and he knows James loves the hickeys he leaves.
“Dave,” James whimpers, breath speeding up, and Dave can tell he’s close.
“Come for me,” Dave says, thrusting harder.
His hand goes down to James’ cock, jacking him in time with his thrusts, and within moments James comes, back arching as his nails dig into Dave’s skin, a guttural moan sounding from his lips as he endures the longest orgasm Dave has ever seen him had.
He squeezes hard around Dave’s cock, so hard Dave can barely move, but the tight stimulation sends him over the edge too, and he comes, smothering his cry into James’ chest.
He collapses down onto James, tucks his face into his neck, kissing his adam’s apple softly.
James is desperately trying to catch his breath, and Dave turns to look up at him.
“Was it as bad as you thought?”
James shrugs, but he’s got a shit eating grin on his face.
“Maybe I need to come home stressed more often.”