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Fic: DB/VK, NC-17, PWP
DB/VK, NC-17, PWP. The boys aren't mine, and they aren't real, and this never happened.

for kita cause it's her day, and for winter because she made some incredibly hot icons. and for VK, because thinking about his mouth is what brought this about.



The boy was pretty in a way that Dave didn't usually like in men.

Pretty was for women, for his girlfriends, for his wife. He liked his women petite, with soft curves and delicate bone structure and hair that fell in soft layers around their faces.

He wanted something rougher from his men. He wanted them gruff and hard and gritty. He wanted them to be comfortable getting dirty. He wanted to fuck them hard against a wall and have them push back and growl and groan. Sex with men should be dirty and hard and hot. And he wanted his men to look like they wanted it like that.

Vince didn't look like that.

But yet Dave wanted him. Wanted to hold onto skinny wrists, apply a little too much pressure and hear the boy whimper beneath him. He wanted to bury his hands in soft hair and tug. He wanted to bite the spot just below Vince's adam's apple and find out if the boy was apt to moan or squeak or whimper.

So when Vince started to stand a little too close when he talked to Dave, Dave didn't step back. When Vince started finding excuses to brush up against Dave, to reach out and touch his sleeve, Dave didn't recoil.

And one evening at a party at Joss's house when Vince let his fingers graze the front of Dave's pants, when he shot Dave a look that was innocence and sex and promise, Dave grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the nearest bathroom.

Kissing Vince was like nothing else Dave had experienced. His lips were soft and smooth and wet and the faint taste of strawberries made Dave realize that there was a reason the boy's lips shined all the damn time. Vince's kisses were hungry and desperate and Dave wondered how long Vince had wanted this, and how often he'd done this sort of thing.

When Dave shoved Vince against the door and held his wrists above his head, Vince canted his hips forward and moaned. When Dave squeezed too hard, the whimper that escaped Vince's mouth was exactly how Dave wanted it. Dave indulged all his fantasies. He bit and sucked and squeezed and pulled until Vince was moaning and panting and covered in red spots that would be bruises tomorrow.

Dave threaded his fingers through Vince's hair and pushed down hard. Vince's knees hit the tiles with a painful thump and Dave smiled at the yelp Vince couldn't supress. Vince immediately started fumbling with pants and boxers and when Dave's cock was free Vince looked up and smiled.

And Dave looked down at the flushed face, the mussed hair and the kiss swollen lips and damned if he didn't almost shoot right then all over that grinning and much too pretty face.

When Vince's mouth closed over Dave's cock, Dave was glad he'd kept it together cause fuck the boy knew his way around a blow job.

Dave came after an embarrassingly short time and when he'd caught his breath he leaned down and helped Vince to his feet. He kissed him again and slid his hand into Vince's pants and closed his fingers around the boy's cock. He tugged and twisted until he felt Vince coming in pulses, hot and wet over Dave's hand.

He brought his hand to Vince's face and smeared the boy with his own come.

Vince made a sound like hurt and something flashed in his eyes. Dave leaned in and kissed and licked until Vince's face was clean and when he pulled back Vince was smiling.

They kissed, slower and softer than before. After a few minutes Dave moved away and began straigtening his clothes.

"This was fun."

Vince ducked his head a little and smiled. "Yeah."

"We should do it again sometime."

Vince nodded.

"Okay then...Thanks kid." He checked himself in the mirror, kissed Vince on the cheek, and went back out to join the party.