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The next day, he's got a black eye to try and hide underneath his shades. Rose very carefully doesn't comment on it and Dave is grateful for her faking a twisted ankle so that she can get some ice for him to put it on his eye. What would he do without her, really? She even neatly splits her sandwich right down the middle to share half with him before school starts.
It's tuna. Dave hates tuna. It's the best goddamn sandwich he's ever eaten. She even gets a few apple slices into his stomach and then lets him nap on her shoulder until first bell.
He's able to just keep his head down and ignore everyone, once more going over the dates in his head.
Two days to the end of the week. Nine days to the end of the month. Then it's just seven more months and school's out. Two more years after that and then I can leave. Two days to the end of the week. Nine days to the end of the month. Then it's just seven more months and school's out. Two more years after that and then I can leave. Two days to the end of the week…
Gym is always uncomfortable. He's gotten very good at slipping into the bathroom to change instead of doing it out with everyone else, deflecting with a quip or two about blinding everyone with his pasty ass skin reflecting the sharp locker room lights, so no one bothers him as he changes in the handicapped stall and forces himself to breathe deep and cough, something that Rose's gotten on his case about multiple times over doing to make sure his lungs aren't fucked.
When he slips into the gym, hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts casually, Bro doesn't even give him a glance. Probably? Actually, Dave can't tell. But it doesn't feel much different that day at gym, so maybe it's okay.
Maybe it's just a weird one-off. Dave almost sucked his teacher off after getting his weed confiscated but it's fine. Nothing happened.
Dave doesn't have lunch that day, but he doesn't want to go to Bro. It would feel weird, the idea of taking Bro's charity needling at him uncomfortably.
In the end, he ends up at the broken doors, staring at them, trying to decide if he should go out or not and smoke to deal with the uncomfortable thrum of anxiety in his chest. He's honestly not that surprised when a hand clamps down on his shoulder, but he does jump when it happens.
"Thinking about it?" Bro asks, low voice sending a shiver down Dave's spine.
"Maybe." Dave says. "...............why do you care?"
There's a beat.
"Come to my office, Dave."
The hand drops and Dave turns. He follows. Bro shuts the office door again and Dave shifts, stuffing his hands in his pockets uncomfortably before taking them out again and grabbing his bag strap instead.
"I used to be like you." Bro says, which is the most cliche, cheesiest line of them all, but Dave is watching Bro drop into his chair, tug off his cap, and ruffle his hair in a move that has something hot lurching in Dave's stomach. Up go Bro's feet onto his desk, tipping back his chair a little, and Dave sinks into the uncomfortable plastic one.
"Obviously not exactly like you," Bro amends, making Dave freeze, "I wasn't in danger of getting the shit kicked outta me if someone saw me naked, that's for sure."
"You… know?" Dave asks, cold fear pumping through his veins, rooting him to the floor.
"Yeah, kid, I know." Bro says, and then he reaches up and flicks his shades up .
Dave's breath catches.
Bro's eyes are a warm, deep amber color and they watch Dave with a foreign expression as Bro settles his shades on the top of his head and reaches for a water bottle on his desk, twisting the cap open and taking a drink.
"....oh." Dave manages. "I didn't think… anyone…" knew I was trans.
"I doubt anyone else knows." Bro says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You pass well."
"How'd… you find out?" Dave asks hesitantly.
"Saw your binder." Bro says. "Served with a guy in the same place as you. Wasn't hard to put it together."
"Served? You were in the military?" Dave asks- though maybe he shouldn't be surprised, Bro looks like a brick shithouse of a military man.
"Yeah." Bro snorts. "Three years and four months before I got kicked out. Decked a C.O. cause he wouldn't stop running his mouth and there went my record down the drain."
"Huh." This is probably more information he's getting in, what, five sentences? Than anyone else in the entire rest of the school knows combined. "That's… uh. I don't really know what to say to that?" Dave says.
"Yeah, not the point." Bro says, waving a hand. "The point I was saying was that I was like you, Dave. Aimless, stuck in a shitty place with no future to look forward to…"
His gaze flickers to Dave's black eye.
"........and, I think, a family that doesn't quite appreciate you as much as they should."
Dave hunches in on himself.
"It's not like that." He mumbles, but the words catch in his throat and come out weaker than he'd like.
"Was it your old man?" Bro asks, tone light, like they're discussing the weather. "See, for me, I didn't really get one family. I got a bunch- cause I was a trouble kid in the system. Bounced me around till I aged out, course, most places I ended up with were just in it for the paycheck. I can't count how many times I ended up with a split lip for backtalking or getting locked in my bedroom for breaking some minor rule."
Dave looks up at Bro, at the relaxed slope to his shoulders, at the calm patience in his gaze, and hesitantly slides his shades off, folding them up and holding them in his lap. He has to squint a bit as the light stings, but… now Bro knows that Dave's a freak with demon eyes.
Bro doesn't say anything. Not even a bat of an eye from him.
Dave swallows. "There's no point." He mumbles. "It's not worth it."
"Probably not." Bro says, which shouldn't hurt but it does and Dave slides down in the chair, hugging his bag to his chest. "Unfortunately, cps is a fucking joke of an agency. Won't do shit for you, most likely."
" ....yeah. " Dave whispers hoarsely. " And. He's… he's still my dad, you know? He's… "
Dave squeezes his eyes shut.
"Yeah." Bro says. "I know."
Heat leaks down his cheeks. "Fuck-" Dave curses, swiping at it. "God dammit, no- I don't want to be fucking crying right now, I- I still have the rest of the day to get through! Fuck. "
"I'll write you a pass." Bro says. "Don't worry about it, at the very least I can excuse you from next period."
He sets something down on the edge of the desk and when Dave looks up, he sees that it's a box of tissues, so he grabs a couple and aggressively wipes his face.
"Um. Okay." He croaks. "Thanks. I guess."
He has to keep wiping his face, over and over, so he starts folding the tissues into smaller triangles as he goes, until he's got three little folded tissue triangles neatly lined up on Bro's desk and his tears have slowed to just a sniffle.
"So, um," Dave sniffles, dabbing at his face with a new tissue. "What now?" It's not like Bro can just snap his fingers and make everything better. Dave still doesn't really understand why Bro is bringing this up, breaking his cool shield to talk to him about this.
Bro drums his fingers on the desk.
"Now," he decides, "we start with making sure you get lunch every day."
"What?"
Bro arches a brow at him.
"I mean, no, I heard you," Dave hastens to explain, "I just- I don't-" He trails off and looks at Bro helplessly.
"Understand why?" Bro asks. Dave nods. Rubbing his chin with one hand, Bro looks away, contemplative.
"Cause I wish I had a teacher who would've done it for me," is what he says.
"....oh." Dave looks down at his hands, which are picking at his nails with a kind of idle anxiety. "Um."
"..........thanks." He mumbles.
Bro lets the silence sit for a moment.
"You're welcome, Dave." Bro says, his voice soft. He settles his shades back on and Dave slips his own on, sensing the moment finishing. He wipes his face, smooths out his hair, brushes down his clothes, straightens his bag, and it's like nothing ever happened. Well, except for his red cheeks, but that's not anything he can help.
"What's your lunch status today?" Bro asks.
"Pitiful." Dave says honestly, because like, why the fuck not. Sure. If Bro wants to buy him lunch every day like a fucking weirdo, then that's his decision and as much as Dave hates charity, he's not going to turn down the idea of free food.
Bro drops his feet to the floor and spins his car keys on his finger. (It actually looks really cool, Dave is kind of jealous of the ease at which every movement Bro makes just exudes cool.)
"Let's fix that, then."
To Dave's surprise, Bro keeps his word. It's not every day that Dave goes to see him for lunch, but… it's more often than not. He feels awkward just taking lunch and dipping, so he ends up eating lunch with Bro, too. His friends have definitely noticed, but he brushes it off by telling them he got a sugar daddy.
One week turns into two, turns into three, and before Dave realizes it, it's been a whole month. He's pretty sure that he's now the resident expert on Bro Strider, Gym Teacher, having slowly learned tiny little tidbits of information from him with each lunch that passes by.
And, oh boy, it really doesn't help his uncomfortably strong crush on his teacher. It really doesn't. He finds out that Bro decked his C.O. because he wouldn't stop spouting homophobic bullshit, that he was actually homeless for a few years and survived solely through couch-surfing and working shitty manual labor jobs before he could get enough together to rent his own place and start piecing his life together.
Something about that has Dave's heart pounding in his chest weirdly, thinking about this calm, collected, cool man just… struggling to get by. Like Dave is going to have to, when he graduates.
He learns other things, too. Small things. How Bro hates the taste of pickles and tomatoes, but would probably eat an entire onion raw with how much he likes them. How Bro is a country fan, but only of older country music- Dave was treated to a ten minute ramble about how current country music is overproduced and "over-patriotized" and every goddamn song is the same. He learned that Bro likes older movies, especially samurai and cowboy movies, to which Bro tells him that they're "basically the same genre, really, just with a different coat of paint and mild cultural differences", which Dave doesn't know if he agrees or not with that, but after that they start watching Throne of Blood in snippets at a time over their lunches together- and it takes Dave forty minutes of the movie to realize that it's actually a retelling of MacBeth and accuse Bro of being in cahoots with his English teacher.
(That was the first time Dave saw Bro laugh, not just huff- full on tilt his head down and chuckle. The sound left him feeling shivery all day.)
It's Dave that breaks the weird, growing tension between the two of them. They're driving back from their food run and he can't stop staring at the way Bro's hands are gripping the wheel.
Maybe it's because just last night, his dad called him a stupid tranny and sent him to bed with an empty stomach and a hurting heart. Maybe it's because he woke up that morning with a wet mess between his thighs and thoughts about Bro's mouth and he's been feeling hot and prickly all over since. Maybe it's because he can't stop thinking about the warmth of Bro's hand on his shoulder, guiding him out to his car.
"Can you pull over?" Dave asks. Bro casts him a glance- and then he pulls over and parks the car.
"What's up?" He asks. Dave's heart kicks up into his ears- what is he doing ?- but he fumbles for his seatbelt, undoes it, and reaches across to grab Bro's polo.
He leans in, drags Bro in, and their mouths meet. Dave squeezes his eyes shut- hot butterflies are flapping in his stomach, his head spinning with anxiety but it feels right, kissing Bro feels good-
Bro's hand cradles the back of his head. Bro isn't pulling away. Dave makes a desperate noise of relief and melts against him, clumsily trying to kiss him-
Bro gently tugs him back. Ice crystalizes in Dave's chest as he pulls back and looks at Bro uncertainly, hands still gripping his shirt.
A beat of silence.
"Is this what you want, Dave?" Bro asks quietly. "We both could get in a lot of trouble."
Dave nods. "Yes." He says, and his voice is filled with desperation. "I- I want this. Please, Mr. Strider. I want you."
Bro's hand shifts to cradle Dave's cheek and Dave turns his face into it, the contact so burningly soothing.
"Alright." Bro says. "But not here, in my car. You deserve better than that. After school."
Really? Bro is going to-? Dave's eyes go wide. "O-okay." He gasps, but then bites his lip. "Can… can we… right now?"
"What, kiss?" Bro asks and Dave nods, face hot. "Sure. Just a bit." And then Bro's mouth is on Dave's again and Dave is being kissed. It's hot and his mouth hangs open a bit as Bro mouths against him, slow and sensual, soft and wet noises filling the car.
"Mmmmh…" Dave moans softly, his hips shifting in an instinctive response to such a strong man kissing him nice and tender, he's… he's never been kissed before and… it feels good, his eyes fluttering shut, tying to copy Bro and kiss him back, a little bit wet, a little messy, but it just feels good, so good…
When Bro pulls back, Dave feels dazed, his brain kind of foggy. Bro chuckles and swipes his thumb against Dave's lower lip and says "kissed out looks good on you."
Dave flushes in embarrassment- but, also, Bro thinks he looks… good? He slumps into his seat and fumbles for the seatbelt to click it back in as Bro puts the car back into drive.
The rest of the day is agony. Dave keeps his head down, one leg bouncing on the floor, the other tucked up underneath him, just to put pressure on himself down there, just for some kind of stimulation to take off the hot, horny edge to every one of his thoughts. He can't stop feeling the sensation of being kissed, of Bro's hand on his face, can't stop thinking about how he's going to… to… with Bro.
It doesn't feel real. Somehow, though, Dave gets through everything and ends up outside of Bro's office, waiting awkwardly. He keeps checking his phone- what if Bro changed his mind? What if Dave ruined everything? Fuck, what if-
It's a relief to see Bro come around the corner, so Dave straightens up and wiggles his toes impatiently in his shoes.
"Ready to go?" Bro asks and Dave nods. He follows Bro out to his car, anxiety twisting in his stomach, slipping into the familiar seat. When they pull out, they take a right instead of a left and holy shit, it's actually happening. He's actually… going to do this.
It's a quiet drive to Bro's apartment, then a two-flight walk up to his apartment, which is a one-bedroom. Bro shuts the door behind them and Dave tries not to be obvious with his curiosity, but his attention is pulled by Bro saying,
"Dave."
Dave looks at him.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Bro asks- and Dave nods firmly. He's not a coward. He's not backing out- he wants this. "Alright. Come on, then."
Dave tails after him to his bedroom, where Bro shuts the door with a final-sounding click. Maybe it should be scary- but now Dave is staring up at Bro as he pulls his hat off and tosses it aside and all he can feel is a flush in his face, a shiver in his legs, and a weird clench between his thighs as Bro steps close.
His big hands settle on Dave's hips. Dave sucks in a shaky breath. Bro leans in and then they're kissing, Dave's arms coming up to wrap around Bro's neck, kissing him back, tense and a little weirded out by the sensation but- it feels nice and so he's gradually relaxing into it, letting Bro kiss him and it's wet and warm and… nice, in a really really really hot way.
He squirms a little, draping himself more against Bro's front- and then squeaking in surprise as Bro leans down and hooks his hands under Dave's ass, lifting him up and carrying him over to the bed. Dave clings to his shoulders, heart pounding, and lets himself be laid out on his back on the bed, looking up at his teacher.
God, this is real, isn't it? Bro is actually… they're going to… someone actually wants him.
So Dave doesn't protest as Bro slips off both of their shades, setting them on the nightstand. He doesn't protest as Bro leans in and kisses him again, hands on Dave's waist squeezing gently. Bro is so much bigger and stronger and his touch makes Dave feel weirdly delicate . He thinks he might like it.
"Mm-hmmm-aah-" Dave moans softly as his hands run up Bro's chest- he has no idea what he's doing, but he's watched porn and that can't be that different- like the basics are the same, tab A into slot B only he's slot B, he's about to be f-
Be fucked . Fuck.
Dave lets his mouth open as wet muscle slips forwards, invading his mouth and he feels so hot, warm and squirmy all over, shifting underneath Bro and rubbing his thighs together. Bro notices- of course he does, his hands squeezing Dave's waist a little as he kisses Dave firmly, tongue sweeping through the inside of Dave's mouth before pulling back. Bro sucks Dave's lower lip between his teeth and Dave gasps at the way it makes his chest lurch, tilting his head up as his hips jut up against nothing.
"So horny." Bro teases, letting go of Dave's lips, and there's a wicked, amused fire in his eyes that is setting Dave on fire. "Are you that desperate to be touched?"
"Mmm- yes, please Mr. Strider…" Dave begs, he wants Bro's hands all over him hours ago. Bro chuckles and dips his head to kiss Dave's neck, slow presses of his mouth and little hot spikes of tongue that have Dave moaning helplessly. His knees feel weak as they press together, so it's easy for Bro to gently tug them apart and slip his broad, firm thigh between them and up against the hollow of Dave's thighs.
Dave moans as he gets contact where he so desperately wants it, young and running hot and his hips immediately start rubbing against Bro's thigh, chasing the tantalizing, teasing ghosts of pleasure through their clothes.
"Alright, alright." Bro says, smoothing Dave's hair back. "Relax a bit- I'll take care of you, Dave, but we gotta get all this taken care of, first." His hands find Dave's shirt and Dave flushes, stilling a bit so that Bro can tug his shirt up and over his head.
"Good boy." Bro says and Dave freezes. His mouth feels dry, eyes wide, stomach hot as he stares up at Bro. Bro tilts his head a little.
"Alright?" He asks, his warm hand resting on Dave's stomach, below his binder.
"Y-yeah." Dave stutters. Bro hums.
"Alright." He repeats, leaning in and pressing a quick, searingly hot kiss to Dave's mouth that has him moaning helplessly and melting into the darting flashes of tongue. "Now why don't you be a good boy and get your pants off for me?" Bro purrs, making a strangled whimper slip from Dave's throat. Bro slides back to give Dave a bit of room and Dave scrambles to obey, stripping off his pants and underwear and tossing them to the side, settling back down, legs together, embarrassed and eager.
"Good boy." Bro purrs again, and Dave shivers, eyes fluttering- he doesn't understand, but the words are like fucking water just dumping into his brain, washing everything else away.
"You like that, don't you?" Bro questions, one warm hand on Dave's calf. Dave swallows.
"Yeah." He whispers. Bro smirks.
"Then I know you'll do everything I tell you- because that's what good boys do."
Dave shudders out a whimpering breath.
"That's not- fair." He says weakly- but then Bro is gently spreading his legs and Dave yelps, embarrassment making him shove his hands down there, trying to hide himself.
"Dave," Bro says patiently, and Dave flushes.
"S-sorry-" he says, shoulders hunched, as he looks away. "It's just- you- you know?"
"It's okay." Bro soothes, shifting so that their bodies are even closer, his own thighs spread for Dave's to drape over. "Hey- if you need me to, I won't look. Okay?"
Dave bites his lip.
"O…okay." He whispers, and slowly slips his hands away. True to his word, Bro just keeps his gaze on Dave.
"Good boy." Bro murmurs, as his fingers trail up Dave's thigh slowly. The press against Dave's wetness and his brows twitch up. "Wow- you're already so wet just from some kissing?" He teases lightly, making Dave flush, squirming at the feeling of someone else's fingers on his junk.
"I- I can't help it…" Dave whines, thighs twitching in response to Bro's thumb brushing over his button, a physical reaction coupled with his gut jumping in tightness, but there's a sweat breaking out on his skin.
He feels so- so- overwhelmed like this, Bro's fingers are nothing like his own. He can't control them- it's so much more vivid when Bro touches him. His thumb is rubbing slowly in circles around Dave's button, making him shiver and squirm- and then it's two fingers rubbing up and down his folds.
"Have you ever been with anyone, Dave?" Bro asks softly.
"No…" Dave admits, gaze skittering away.
"I'm your first, then?" Bro's brows arch- and then he smiles. "I'll make it good for you, then. A beautiful boy like you deserves it."
"Ah, I'm not-" Dave protests weakly even as his stomach flips and he shivers, but Bro doesn't let up.
"You're so handsome." Bro purrs, his fingers teasing at Dave's entrance. "A good boy for me- and so lovely."
One hot finger pushes inside. Dave lets out a choked cry, clenching on it, but it moves smoothly as it gently pushes in and in and in , deeper than Dave's fingers could normally go, until it's bumping against his insides in a way that has him fighting back a weird, breathy noise.
"So turned on." Bro muses, gently twisting his finger back and forth and rocking it, Dave squeezing his eyes shut to focus on the sensation. "You're awfully sensitive, aren't you?" Bro questions. "It's cute. I wonder how many times I can make you cum tonight."
Dave whimpers softly as Bro rubs against his inner walls- gasping a little mewl as Bro's finger grinds over that spot that makes his gut clench hotly.
"There it is." Bro purrs. "Good boy. You're so responsive."
"Nn- is- is that- good?" Dave stutters through the tight pleasure in his gut of Bro firmly, lazily massaging that spot.
"It's very good." Bro purrs, making Dave flush harder. Every time Bro calls him good or praises him, he feels like he's about to combust and he doesn't know what to do about it.
"Now, relax for me, Dave." Bro says- and then a second finger is joining the first, a smooth glide in, filling Dave wider than his own fingers could.
"A-ah-?" Dave gasps as Bro's fingers wiggle and rock- and then yelps as they start to push into him forcefully. He can feel how soaked he is, how wet Bro's fingers are, gliding into him and pushing deep, his hips jerking up into the motion.
"So good." Bro purrs and Dave feels himself go tight around Bro's fingers- flushing hard in response. His teacher's thick digits feel good , good in a deep way that his own don't. "Now, relax, Dave. Just feel."
Dave tries to relax. Bro's fingers start moving faster, pushing a little harder until it's not- it can't be fingering, it's- Bro is fucking Dave with his fingers and it feels incredible- Dave squirms and mewls as Bro's fingers push deep and grind against his walls, against that spot, toes curling against the bed as his teacher fingerbangs him fast and hard, fingers as slippery as a fish as they dart into Dave's body, and the whole time Bro is watching Dave's face, his low, sexy, manly voice crooning low words, "good boy, Dave, good- just like this, doesn't it feel good? Don't you like having your little boypussy fingerbanged open, you're so wet- I know you do, look at you, so goddamn beautiful, moaning for me, I can't wait to get my cock in you, make you really lose your mind- fuck, that's it, can you cum for me, Dave? Can you cum like a good boy? You can do it- come on, cum for me-"
Bro's other hand slips down and starts rubbing over Dave's button and Dave is lost. He cries out, clutching at Bro's shoulders, hips arching off the bed as he cums, a hot wash of pleasure surging through him, to the crown of his head and the tips of his toes, moaning as Bro's fingers keep going, they keep going, they fuck hard and fast as Dave rides that crest, pushing it harder and harder until he seizes again, heels planted against the bed as he mewls , eyes rolling back as the pleasure turns blinding, a second orgasm right on the heels of the first as his button is abused, hips jerking and jumping.
Bro's fingers pull free as Dave crashes back to the bed, shaking and panting, whimpering softly with dazed pleasure as he stares up at Bro.
"Good boy, Dave." Bro purrs. "That was so good."
His hips feel a bit numb, his legs twitching and throbbing with muscle tics beyond his control as he pants. Still, there's a flutter in his chest at Bro's praise. He tilts his face into the hand that cups his cheek, flashes fluttering against his pale skin as he looks up at Bro.
"Dave," Bro asks, "are you ready to have your cherry popped?"
Dave shudders.
"Yes." He whispers. Bro smiles down at him and gives him a soft kiss before pulling back, letting Dave slowly come down, sweat cooling on his skin as Bro leans over for his nightstand and opens the drawer, pulling out a condom. He undoes his belt, pops open his pants button, and tugs them down enough to pull his cock out.
Dave can't help his staring as he watches Bro stroke himself a couple of times and then tear open the condom to roll it on. Bro's dick is… big. Dave swallows thickly- that dick is about to… to go inside him. To take his virginity.
"Relax, Dave." Bro murmurs as he slides a little closer- and then his cock is resting against Dave's folds. Dave can feel it- it's hot through the rubber of the condom and shivers are breaking out across his body because Bro is reaching down and holding himself steady to press the head of his cock to Dave's entrance. His gaze is still locked on Dave's, so Dave swallows and spreads his legs a little wider.
There's pressure, a sensation of invading and being pushed open and- it's smooth and hot and- Dave sucks a breath in as Bro just… slides in. Hot and thick and it's so so so different from fingers. It fills him up in a different way, thicker and unyeilding and Dave feels heat rising into his chest, into his face.
"Good boy." Bro murmurs, slowly shifting forwards. His hands come to Dave's knees and he gently lifts Dave's legs- and that shifts his dick inside of Dave and Dave gasps wetly as the pressure changes.
"Okay?" Bro asks and Dave nods quickly.
"Yeah." Dave gets out through his tight chest. "Just- it's just- a lot."
"Yeah." Bro echoes back. "I've got you, Dave. Just relax."
"Mmmmn- yeah…" Dave does his best, trying to relax into the bed, and Bro just… keeps pushing in. And in. His cock presses into the back of Dave's insides, against that spot that feels so weirdly good but also uncomfortable- and then it presses against that spot, like it's trying to push up farther.
"Uhg- fuck…. you're big.. ." Dave moans, shifting, resisting the urge to put a hand over his stomach to see if he could feel Bro's cock through his belly. It certainly feels like he should be able to, he feels like Bro's cock is stuffed up right behind his freaking guts.
Bro chuckles softly in response. "I sure am." He says- and then his hips are pressed up against Dave's and there's a hot pressure washing through Dave as he whimpers softly, just feeling the heat inside of him.
Bro shifts Dave's legs gently, draping them open around his waist, and leans forwards. The motion grinds his cock slightly inside of Dave and Dave moans, hot and flushed from head to toe, cheeks burning.
"Feel that, Dave?" Bro asks softly. Dave gazes up at Bro blearily, his chest tight. That might be his binder, though. He can't tell.
"Uh...uh-huh." He nods dumbly, his mouth is hanging open a little bit but- he can't find it in himself to close it, not when there's this deep heat in the cradle of his hips filling him up.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Bro murmurs and shifts just a tiny bit, the pressure inside of Dave shifting as well and making his breath catch. He's so full , and if he clenches down just a little it sends a new little wave of pleasure into his gut, making his eyes flutter.
"Yeah…" Dave breathes. "Yeah, it does…."
Bro chuckles softly, leaning in that last couple of inches to press their mouths together, hot and slow and sensual as he kisses Dave, licking slowly into his mouth. Dave lets it happen, lets Bro pour pleasure into him like water.
"God, you look so fucking good like this." Bro breathes against Dave's mouth. "Flushed and submissive, with your boypussy stuffed full of cock…" He grinds his hips a little, making Dave jolt and mewl softly, his words sinking into Dave and making him tremble all over with hot embarrassment.
"M.. Mr. Strider…" He says weakly- only to moan as Bro rocks his hips.
"Yes?" Bro asks, but Dave doesn't have a response and they both know it. So Bro chuckles and shifts and hikes Dave's legs up-
And moves.
It's a blur of color and sensation and a deep, all-consuming pleasure. Dave clings to Bro's shoulders as pleasure aches into every corner of his body. Bro's cock pumps into him- slowly, at first, but getting faster and faster as Dave's mewls get needier and more desperate, until the headboard is banging against the wall and Dave's eyes are squeezed shut as he clings to his teacher, legs wrapped around his waist as he's fucked, as pleasure crests through him in waves, rippling out from the connection between their bodies, the connection of such an intimate act that it has tears budding in Dave's eyes.
For the first time, he feels wanted.
Bro croons to him through the whole thing. Filthy words that make his ears feel like they're on fire, praises and whispers that has his heart pounding, soft little grunts of his own- but he kisses Dave and Dave clings to him as he cums, trembling and panting. Bro is not much further behind- slamming in with a low groan and stilling.
They come down in bits. Dave, sinking into the bed, sweaty and hair plastered to his forehead and hips aching and muscles sore from being so tense. Bro, pulling out and cleaning himself up, pressing a kiss to the crown of Dave's head and offering him tissues. Dave, yawning and sleepy, cleaning himself up and dumping the tissues on the nightstand for no where else to put them.
Bro's hand in his hair. Bro against his back, curling around him.
"Mr. Strider?" Dave murmurs, his hand resting over Bro's where it curls around his waist.
"Yeah?"
"Can… when… Um." Dave feels stupid, but he pushes on. "When… when I graduate, can I… come live here?"
Bro hums.
"We'll see." He says. "Maybe."
Maybe. It's more hope than Dave's had since… ever. He'll take it.
I think I love you. Dave thinks, his thoughts hazy and dark with sleep.
As he drifts off, his ever present reminder comes to him.
One day to the end of the week. Four days to the end of the month. Then it's just six more months and school's out. Two more years after that and then I can move in with Bro. One day to the end of the week…