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[Closed] Day(care) Dreamers
Your name is Dave Strider. Usually you'd start this by saying how cool you are, but that's not actually true. You aren't actually all that cool nor do you actually care. You're old enough to have graduated college but you never went. You just can't really do this people thing, which is why it's so surprising as to how you got your job. You're a daycare worker at some place in the richer area of the city. Kids love you. You have no idea why. It's really weird, but you're not going to try and make a big deal out of it. You get paid well after all. Even though it's your main income, you actually do fairly well with your website. You DJ and you release original music on it and it makes pretty good money. Enough that if you ever lost your job, it would still support you.
You kind of grew up as this really tall, skinny shit. It's your damn metabolism and the only reason you aren't as skinny as you are is because your Bro made sure of it and you actually work out when you have time. That doesn't help with you being paler than any Twilight vampire and being assaulted by freckles. Also your hair kind of freaks people out or everyone thinks you dye it or something. Whatever.
It so happens that you're waiting for the last kid to get picked up. You're still trying to figure out how on Earth Rose somehow became a mom, but whatever. Apparently someone else is picking the kid up today and he's waiting for that person to do so. Seriously, it would be nice if they weren't so late.
You kind of grew up as this really tall, skinny shit. It's your damn metabolism and the only reason you aren't as skinny as you are is because your Bro made sure of it and you actually work out when you have time. That doesn't help with you being paler than any Twilight vampire and being assaulted by freckles. Also your hair kind of freaks people out or everyone thinks you dye it or something. Whatever.
It so happens that you're waiting for the last kid to get picked up. You're still trying to figure out how on Earth Rose somehow became a mom, but whatever. Apparently someone else is picking the kid up today and he's waiting for that person to do so. Seriously, it would be nice if they weren't so late.
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He sucks at the bite, lapping his tongue over it. You're definitely gonna have a mark there later. His fingers dig into John's back a little as he lets out a quiet little moan.]
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John lets out a breath, because fuck, that felt really good. He exposes more of his neck to Dave. Don't stop there. Leaving marks all over is definitely what Dave should do.]
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Mm, you like that? [There's a small, teasing tone to his voice as he runs his tongue over John's skin.]
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Keep doing it. [John doesn't stop his rhythm, his hand grasping Dave's length so he could stroke it.]
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He rocks his hips, letting out pleased noises from his throat.]
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He feels his end drawing near. But he doesn't know if he should like. Announce that or. What. But Dave can probably tell by the heavier breaths.]
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He's just expecting any minute now.]
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He's still stroking Dave pretty steadily.]
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It isn't too long before Dave bites down against John's shoulder and he spills his seed over their abdomens.]
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Breathing......]
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Wow. He...he's with John. He's still a little surprised this is a thing.]
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Now they're here.]
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I don't want to sleep and wake up to crusted jizz on both of us.
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Thank you.
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I'm tired. You better be tired because I'm kicking you out the bed otherwise.
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Exhausted actually.
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[Dave laughs lightly, his entire body relaxed.]
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[It doesn't even really take John long to fall asleep with his body clinging and holding to Dave's.]
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[Holy shit. And 520 comments later.]
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