Death Prayer In Heaven's Orchard (MSPA)

John closed his eyes and ran his tongue over the digits. He sucked at them lightly, coating them with his saliva. He knew that it would hurt if he didn't and he knew that Dave didn't want to hurt him, which was why Dave let him do it. He gave a small moan, to tell Dave that he was already enjoying him.

When the two digits were suitably coated, Dave gently removed them from John's mouth and lifted the boy's hips from the bed. When he was satisfactorily positioned between his best friend's thighs, he brought his hand, still dripping with saliva, around and pushed one slim finger into the nerd's puckered opening.

Dave Strider had some unique fingers. They were of the long and slender variety, common to artists and musicians (and Dave was both, of course), but unique in the callouses on just the tips; they were concentrated mostly on his index and middle fingers, but they were still there to some degree on all ten of his digits. The callouses were, of course, from his skilled and constant use of his turntables.

John gasped softly, quivering. He bit his lip and looked up at Dave with a dark blush spread across his cheeks. It didn't hurt, but it always felt just the slightest bit uncomfortable when they first started.

John wasn't worried, he knew it wouldn't feel like this the entire time and he trusted Dave to make it feel good.

Dave began to move his finger slowly in and out, rubbing the calloused tip against the warm, tight walls of John's passage. "Ngh, John," Dave groaned softly. "You're always so tight..."

John moaned and writhed. "B-because you like it" he stammered "A-and I do t-too"

Dave leaned forward over John's body and pressed his lips to the boy's neck as he slowly moved his finger, stretching and stimulating the puckered opening. "Mmm, John," he breathed. "Do you like this?"

"G-Gog yes!" John moaned, arching slightly off the bed. "It feels so good, Dave!" His face was scarlet but he didn't care so long as it meant that he could be with Dave like this.

"You're such a good boy, John," Dave purred. When he thought the boy was ready for the next step, he pushed in the second finger, stretching him further. "You just let me know if I'm hurting you."

John gasped and arched his hips. "Y-You could never hurt me" he whispered, looking up at Dave with innocent lust, unaware he was even doing it.

Dave shuddered with pleasure. He knew John had no idea what he was doing to the young Strider's libido, but damn if that look weren't the sexiest thing Dave had ever seen; it got him every time. He moaned as he scissored his fingers inside John, hurrying now to get him prepared.

John gasped, arched and moaned. "Gog Dave! H-Hurry!" he pleaded "I-I need you" He let out a needy whimper. "I need you so badly, Davie!"

Dave could feel his cock twitch at John's use of that nickname; that got him going every time. He scissored his fingers a final time before pulling his hand back and gripping John's hips tightly. He pressed his cock against the boy's opening momentarily, an unspoken warning of what he was about to do, then entered him with one swift thrust.

John called out loudly. The first thrust always hurt some, but Dave always made it up to him. John wrapped his legs around Dave's waist and whimpered, reaching up with his hands to silently beg for Dave to hold him while they made love. He liked when Dave held him during sex; hell, he liked when Dave held him period.