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He was supposed to have the day off. That didn't quite happen.
His phone woke up him at nine, and on the other end was his distraught mother. A pipe in his parents' basement had burst, and even though Davin is a mechanic and not a plumber, he was the one she called. Funny how she refuses to acknowledge his magic until she needs to take advantage of it.
His dad's out of town on business, so it was up to Davin to calm his mother and keep the basement from his childhood home from flooding. He sat his mother down on the sofa and turned off the water before heading down to the basement with his tools. He was able to use his magic to cut through the ruined section of pipe and hold up the new one so he could solder it in place, and then he cleaned up the basement as best he could.
He emerged hours later, wet and dirty and in a lousy mood, and his mother demanded he stay for tea before he could leave.
Now he's freshly showered, hair still a little damp at the ends as it sticks up everywhere, and he's wandering through the town's main drag as he tries to decide how to spend his evening. Beer will make an appearance at some point, surely.
He's weighing the pros and cons of pub food when someone brushes by him, and a streetlight glints off of some metal sliding out of the person's pocket. Davin stares at the keys as they fall and wills them to stop mid-air, holding out his hand and sending the keys flying through the air to land gently in his palm.
"Excuse me," he calls out, his Irish accent a little thicker due to his exhaustion. He shakes the keys out, peering out to try and see if he recognizes the person. "I think you dropped these."
[Come meet Davin! He's lived in Siren Cove since he was a kid, so if your character has been around for awhile they may recognize him. All his info is here, but the bullet points are: 22 year old gay Irish witch/mechanic who just wants a damn beer.]
His phone woke up him at nine, and on the other end was his distraught mother. A pipe in his parents' basement had burst, and even though Davin is a mechanic and not a plumber, he was the one she called. Funny how she refuses to acknowledge his magic until she needs to take advantage of it.
His dad's out of town on business, so it was up to Davin to calm his mother and keep the basement from his childhood home from flooding. He sat his mother down on the sofa and turned off the water before heading down to the basement with his tools. He was able to use his magic to cut through the ruined section of pipe and hold up the new one so he could solder it in place, and then he cleaned up the basement as best he could.
He emerged hours later, wet and dirty and in a lousy mood, and his mother demanded he stay for tea before he could leave.
Now he's freshly showered, hair still a little damp at the ends as it sticks up everywhere, and he's wandering through the town's main drag as he tries to decide how to spend his evening. Beer will make an appearance at some point, surely.
He's weighing the pros and cons of pub food when someone brushes by him, and a streetlight glints off of some metal sliding out of the person's pocket. Davin stares at the keys as they fall and wills them to stop mid-air, holding out his hand and sending the keys flying through the air to land gently in his palm.
"Excuse me," he calls out, his Irish accent a little thicker due to his exhaustion. He shakes the keys out, peering out to try and see if he recognizes the person. "I think you dropped these."
[Come meet Davin! He's lived in Siren Cove since he was a kid, so if your character has been around for awhile they may recognize him. All his info is here, but the bullet points are: 22 year old gay Irish witch/mechanic who just wants a damn beer.]
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He lands a slap on Davin's thigh, still fucking him as slowly as he can manage.
"Tell me. Be a good boy." He grins breathlessly.
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He clenches down hard around Gabe's cock and drags his nails lightly down his back. "But yeah, it feels really fuckin' good."
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"But it was so fucking beautiful," he says, laughing breathlessly. "Can't blame me for wanting to see it twice."
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The kiss turns into a whimper, a puff of hot air, and he lets his head fall back to the pillow. "But I like your cock, like the way it fills me, stretches me open. Can I have more? Please?"
He moans and arches his back, tugging at Gabe's hair as pleasure builds at the base of his spine.
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He laughs at that, presses a kiss against the side of Davin's neck, fucking him in earnest. His hand slides along Davin's thigh, tugging it higher on his hip.
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Davin lets out a strung out moan when Gabe finally, finally, starts fucking him for real. He's been so keyed up that every thrust is like relief, and he cries out loudly when Gabe hits his prostate. "Yeah, baby, that's it. Fuck, feels so good."
He babbles praise and encouragement, keeping his arms around Gabe's shoulders, fingers buried in his dark hair like a lifeline.
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He could stop, probably, if Davin told him to but it would be a close run thing. He's lot entirely in control of his body right in that moment. Nothing exists but the slide of his cock, the rise and fall of Davin's body under him.
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"Jesus." Davin cries out and arches his back, nipples stiff where they rub against Gabe's chest. He works a hand between their bodies to grab his cock, fingers slipping in the wetness that's leaked from the head. "'m close, baby."