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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.]

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"How do you like it?" He asks, starting to kiss down Davin's chest again. He loves that Davin's noisy, loves the way he squirms. It's sort of addictive. Lips against Davin's belly, he starts to fumble Davin's jeans open.

"Very much," he breathes out for a lack of anything eloquent to say. He lets his mouth fall open as he watches Gabe's capable fingers open the button of his jeans, and his cock is big and hard enough to split his fly once the button's free. The black cotton of his boxer briefs is tented obscenely and Davin doesn't even try to hide how turned on he is. "God, your mouth."

He cups Gabe's chin and drags the pad of his thumb along his bottom lip, pressing in to feel the slick inside of it before he pulls away with a groan. He lifts his hips up, stomach flexing as he holds himself there so that Gabe can finish undressing him.

"Tell me what you like," prompts Gabe, hooking his fingers over the waistband of Davin's underarm, starting to tug it down over his hips. His cock is beautiful and Gabe just lets himself stare at it for a moment.

"I want to hear you talk." He curls his fingers around Davin's cock, jerks loosely.

"Oh god." Davin lets out a shaky, overwhelmed chuckle and covers his eyes with his palms for a moment, just taking a breath. He pulls his hands away to fist them in the sheets, tongue darting out to lick his lips. Gabe's hand is big and strong and Davin's cock jerks in his grip, already glistening wet at the head.

"I like your hands, and your mouth. And you." He sucks in another breath and rocks his hips up into Gabe's grip, reaching out to curl his fingers loosely around Gabe's wrist not to try to direct him, but just for another point of contact. He's usually always gotten the impression that he talked too much in bed, so his cheeks go pink even now as he opens his mouth to speak.

"I like that there's a gorgeous older guy on his knees about to suck me off, fuck." He chuckles roughly and spreads his legs shamelessly, knees bent around the edge of the mattress. "I like it a little rough. I'm not gonna break, I promise. You - you could grab my hips and hold me down."

Gabe's a little bigger than him, muscular and strong, and Davin's not even going to try to deny how much he likes that.

"Keep going," he instructs, getting a little thrill out of doing it as he bends his head and presses a trail of light kisses along the length of Davin's cock before pausing to tease the head with the tip of his tongue. His free hand curls around Davin's bare hip, pushing him down firmly against the mattress.

"You have way too much faith in my ability to form coherent speech right now." He laughs breathlessly and then gasps at that first touch of tongue, moaning brokenly and straining upwards.

But then Gabe pushes him down and Davin actually whimpers as a shock of arousal run through him. This is a new thing he's discovering, and yeah, he's pretty sure he likes it. He pushes up against Gabe's hand, just to see what will happen.

He slides his mouth down over the first few inches of Davin's cock, freeing up his hands to hold him down harder by both hips. After a decade with one woman, he's not exactly practiced at this but, God, he enjoys it - more than he ever expected to - and that makes up for a lot.

He takes Davin's cock as deep as he can.

Davin's eyes practically roll back into his head at how good it feels, both being held down firmly and the warm, wet mouth on his cock. He reaches down to push his fingers into Gabe's hair, cradling the back of his head while he looks down to watch his mouth stretch around his cock. "Yeah, god, that's it."

Gabe's thumbs are digging into Davin's hips hard enough to leave bruises and he loves it enough to let out another low moan, lips bitten puffy and red. He moves his hand from Gabe's hair to the side of his face, pressing his thumb into the hollow of his cheek as he sucks and then moving it down to feel the corner of his mouth where it's stretched open.

The almost curious brush of Davin's fingers just spurs him on and Gabe sucks deeper, smoother, shoving his gag reflex down as tight as he can. He doesn't let up his hold on Davin's hips.

Davin lets out a string of curses in Gaelic when he feels the head of his cock pushing at the back of Gabe's throat, and he lets out a low moan when he swallows around him.

"Fuckin' hell, Gabe." He twists his fingers in Gabe's hair and tugs gently, licking his lips and panting. "Keep this up an' I'm gonna come."

Which is pretty much exactly what Gabe wants, not to put too fine a point on it. He makes no effort to move away.

He groans and curls his toes, fingers clenched in the sheets. Gabe's sucking him like it's the only thing in the world he wants to be doing, and Davin can only hold on for so long.

"If you make me come now, you better plan on makin' me come again when you're inside me," he pants out, lifting one hand to tangle in Gabe's hair. "Fuck, I'm close."

It's cruel, it really is, but Gabeidts his head, letting Davin's cock slip out of his mouth. He curls his fingers around Davin's hard-on and strokes slowly.

"How rough do you like it?" He teases. "I want to hear you beg for it."

"Oh, you fucker." He groans and lets out a whine at the loss of that glorious suction, writhing a bit as he lets his head fall back to the mattress. He licks his lips as he lifts his head to look at him, sliding his own hand over Gabe's as it works his cock.

"I want you to work me open on your fingers," Davin says breathlessly, chest heaving as he pants. God, it's hard to think, he's so close to the edge. "Get me ready for your cock and then hold me down an' make me take it."

He blinks his big amber eyes, cheeks pink as he realizes what he just said. Most of the sex he's had up until this point has been pretty standard - super vanilla stuff with his high school boyfriend and people he's dated, and the typical one night stand stuff where they both cared more about getting off than they did for the other's needs.

But this? This is something different, and he's flushed all over from how much he wants it.

Well, that's just fucking fantastic. He teases Davin, rolling his wrist slowly, sliding his fingers over skin still slick from his mouth. He rests his chin on Davin's hip and watches his face.

"You're a cruel man." Davin groans and bends his knees to bring his heels up and dig them into the edge of the mattress, letting his legs fall open and putting himself on display. He looks down at Gabe with his bitten-red lips in a pout and then whimpers and arches up into his hand, sliding his own hand up his chest to play with his nipples.

He's so turned on that he's leaking, and he lifts his head to watch the wet, red head of his cock slipping in and out of Gabe's fist.

"Maybe," concedes Gabe, still stroking Davin's cock, watching as he squirms, as he tweaks his nipples. It's been a long, long time since Gabe did anything so dirty and he intends to enjoy every single moment in case he doesn't get another chance.

"If you're not careful, maybe I'll make you wait?"

Davin glares with little heat and huffs, spreading his arms out wide and digging his fingers into the rumpled sheets. The pressure on his cock is just on the wrong side of enough to get him off, but the entire situation is hot enough that he may just come anyway.

"You're already makin' me wait," Davin points out, mumbling in Gaelic and sucking in a huge breath as pleasure builds at the base of his spine. His skin has gone pink all over, glistening with sweat, and his pupils are blown. Gabe is still bent over him, so Davin lifts one of his long, slender legs to curl it around Gabe's back and pull him closer.

There's something intensely hot about the fact that he's still wearing his jeans when Davin's so naked and so turned on. Gabe slides in closer.

"You're so fucking sexy. Jesus."

"Sweet talker." Davin grins lazily and arches his back, muscles in his chest and stomach tensing as he does. Davin's long and lean all over, but he's toned thanks to all the heavy lifting he does at the shop all day and the long runs he takes along the beach.

Davin doesn't usually ever feel sexy, usually he feels lanky and awkward, but right now? He kind of does. He reaches down to bury his fingers in Gabe's hair, nails scratching lightly along his scalp before he tugs on it lightly.

"Not usually," he admits. There's just something about Davin that brings it out in him. He jerks him another few times but then he honestly can't resist it anymore - he ducks his head and takes Davin back into his mouth.

Davin likes the sweet talking. It makes him blush and feel good all at the same time, but he has no idea how to say that without sounding lame. He opens his mouth to speak but then Gabe's sucking him again and all that comes out is a low, drawn out moan.

"Not gonna last much longer, babe." He's panting heavily, digging his heel into the center of Gabe's back and pulling on his hair. Heat is licking up his spine, pressure building between his legs, and he grits his teeth and lets out a cry. "Are you - will you let me come in your mouth?"

Babe.

Nobody's called him that since Abbie and he has to ride out this sudden, intense wave of sadness. He lets his focus narrow, focuses in on sucking Davin's cock and nothing else.

His mouth's a little full to answer Davin's question but he also doesn't pull away. Which should be answer enough.

Gabe stills for a second, back going tense under Davin's calf, and he's worried that he's done something wrong. But then he keeps going and Davin can't think about anything but his impending orgasm. It's so good that his eyes are damp, and he pulls on Gabe's hair a little harder than he means to as he arches up with a soft cry.

His orgasm hits him like a punch, tightening all his muscles and making him shout, and his hips twitch as he spills across Gabe's tongue.

Once he comes back to awareness and relaxes against the bed, he lets go of Gabe's hair and pets it a little dazedly in apology. His thighs are trembling and he's gone boneless, panting heavily as his oversensitive cock softens in the soft, wet clutch of Gabe's stunning mouth.

For a moment, it's like he doesn't exist. He can just get lost in it - the taste of Davin's come, the weight of his cock on his tongue. Eventually he lifts his head, slipping up the bed and immediately bends his head to kiss him, open mouthed and greedy.