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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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God, this is how sex should be, fun and playful. He likes laughing during sex. This is perfect.

"Mm, I'm comfy." He grins down at Gabe teasingly and wriggles his hips just a little, waiting to see what he'll do.

With a sigh that spills over into a growl, Gabe shifts his weight, rolling them so Davin ends up on his back.

"You're a brat."

Davin lets out a soft oof when Gabe flips them, and it turns into a pleased hum at the new position.

"Maybe," he rasps out, sliding his hands up Gabe's sides and letting his legs fall open. "What're ya gonna do about it?"

"What did I say I was going to do?" Asks Gabe, raising his eyebrow and cocking his head to the side.

"Mm, I'm havin' a little trouble rememberin'." He grins cheekily and wraps his long legs around Gabe's waist, hips rolling as he tries to get Gabe's cock deeper inside him. "Somethin' about fuckin' me hard?"

"Before that?" Says Gabe, firmly extricating himself from Davin. He lands a firm slap on Davin's thigh. "Over you go."

Davin lets out a whine of protest when Gabe pulls out of him, ass clenching against the sudden emptiness as he tries to use his legs to pull him back in. The slap to his thigh startles him, making him go still as his breath hitches.

Oh, right. Davin swallows hard and blinks up at Gabe, looking very young all of a sudden. He's never done anything like this before, and he's a little nervous, but he's sure that Gabe will stop if Davin asks him to.

He nods and sits up, muscles shifting as he rolls over onto his hands and knees.

The look that Davin gives him speaks volumes. Gabe's done all of this shit before - him and Abbie were together for a long time - but he's not about to push Davin harder than he can take it. He leans in, touching him gently at first, squeezing.

"You've got a fantastic ass," he says, and lands a light slap right on the curve of Davin's ass.

Davin feels like he's holding his breath but he lets it out shakily when Gabe touches him, compliments him. He drops his hips in response, back bowing downward as he sticks his ass up like an offering.

The first slap doesn't hurt but it sends a shock of pleasure through him, and he breathes heavily as he drops his head down between his shoulders, waiting to see what will happen next.

God, the way Davin moves is fucking beautiful. And it's a million miles away from Abbie, and that helps too, somehow. Gabe rubs the slight red mark on Davin's skin.

"You want another?"

Davin feels strung tight, like he's dancing on a tightrope, but he likes it. He wants to know what his limits are, what he likes and what he doesn't. He wants to learn about everything, but mostly himself. And right now? He likes this.

"Y-yeah, give it t'me." He swallows hard and slides a hand down to wrap loosely around his cock, not stroking but just giving it a gentle squeeze, almost like a promise.

Gabe clicks his tongue against his teeth and gives Davin another slap, more emphatic this time.

"Don't touch that without permission," he says, grinning. "There's a good lad."

"Jesus." Davin laughs throatily and moves his hand, planting both palms into the mattress and breathing heavily. "Should I feel bad that you were inside me and could pull away so easily? Ya didn't want to stay?"

He lets his hips sway back and forth invitingly, hole still wet and slick, aching to be filled.

"I've got amazing self-control," he says, landing another slap on Davin's ass, hard enough to leave a print. "Even where you're concerned."

"Goddamnit." Davin jerks and hisses at the next slap and lets out a shaky breath, turning to look at Gabe over his shoulder. "Please."

That's more like it and Davin has to drag a breath in through his nose as he slaps Davin again.

"More."

"God, you asshole." He doesn't mean it, though, and he whimpers at the next slap. His ass is burning, skin tingling where his palm has made contact. Davin has never begged for sex, not once, but he feels like his skin is too tight and his ass is open and aching, needing to be filled.

And he doesn't think Gabe will judge him. He's not doing it to humiliate him. He just likes it. Davin lets out a shaky breath and pouts with his eyes wide open and ass up in the air, trying to make himself look more appealing. "Gabe, baby, please fuck me. I need it."

How's he supposed to resist a thing like that. He bends his head, hair falling forward as he presses an opened mouth kiss against the small of Davin's back.

"Lie down."

Davin lets out a sigh of relief, and it's then that he realizes that he's literally trembling, he's so keyed up. Gabe's hair is soft against his skin but his lips are softer, and Davin sluggishly turns over to lay on his back. He wants it like this, with Gabe on top of him, close enough to kiss.

"Come on," he says softly, reaching out with one long leg to curl it around Gabe's thighs and drag him closer.

He doesn't look Davin in the eye until he's close, until he's sliding into him again. He bends his head, kissing Davin hard and hungry.

He could so easily get lost in this.

Davin lets out a broken sort of whimper when Gabe pushes back into him, feeling relief at the stretch of it. He's so full and he arches into it, wrapping his arms around Gabe's shoulders and kissing him back greedily. "Mm, isn't that better?"

"Much better," says Gabe, smudging the words out between kisses, rocking his hips to thrust into Davin slow and deep. "Feel good?"

It feel so good that Davin can barely think, let alone answer a question. He clings to Gabe's shoulders, wrapping one long leg around his thighs and whimpering into the kisses. He's trembling, cock smearing sticky fluid against Gabe's stomach where they're grinding together. "Jesus."

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.

"Yer testin' me patience," Davin slurs, accent thick and lazy. He hisses at the slap and opens his eyes to give him a baleful look, rolling his hips back to meet his slow thrusts. "I already begged once."

He clenches down hard around Gabe's cock and drags his nails lightly down his back. "But yeah, it feels really fuckin' good."