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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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That touch is definitely enough to make him shiver. He's on his feet almost before he's thought of it. His eyes dip when Davin lifts his arms. Yeah, he stares. He imagines brushing his lips against that skin. He tilts his head a little, hair tumbling into his eyes.

"Your place or mine?"

"I'm nearby, and I live above a bakery." He smirks and pulls some cash out of his wallet to leave on the bar, enough to cover Luke's drink as well. "Easy access breakfast in the morning."

He hopes that Gabe isn't the kind to slip out of bed and leave right after. Davin isn't really looking for anything serious but it makes him feel shitty when someone leaves right after. He doesn't do one night stands often, but he's had enough to know that he prefers to wake up next to the person that he sleeps with, even if it's a little awkward, and even if they part ways after.

After taking a few steps away from the bar, he looks over his shoulder at Gabe and jerks his chin with a soft smile. "Come on."

Gabe falls into step behind Davin easily enough, even if his fingers do twitch because he's used to having a hand to hold. His eyes drop down to Davin's ass. He focuses on that.

"Bakery," he says. "Dessert. Right."

Davin laughs softly, pleased that Gabe finds him distracting enough to speak in broken sentences. He waits until they're out of the bar and then reaches out to wrap his long, tapered fingers around Gabe's wrist. He squeezes and then slides his hand down to thread their fingers together because even if this is just a pick up and one night of fun, there's no reason they can't share a little intimacy.

He likes kissing, and holding someone in his arms. He likes making someone coffee in the morning. And yeah, he likes sex too. No reason they can't all be combined. If Gabe's someone who wants to skip the hand holding and the foreplay, he'd rather find out now.

Davin's hand suddenly in his is startling. He has to think about it for a moment before he squeezes Davin's fingers. Intimacy's been something that he's been lacking. Sex he can pick up most places. The pad of his thumb grazes along the length of Davin's.

He relaxes a bit when Gabe doesn't seem to mind the hand holding, and presses up slightly against his side as they walk. It's a nice night, clear and cool, and he spares a look up at the stars before they reach his place.

The quaint little bakery is closed, and Davin leads Gabe up the stairs along the side of it that lead up to his apartment. "Sometimes the coffee and cookie smells are the only thing gettin' me up in the morning, I tell ya."

He lets go of Gabe's hand to unlock the door and let him inside. It's tidy enough, thankfully, and Davin tosses his keys up onto the breakfast bar before turning to face Gabe. He watches him, cheeks pink as he pulls his full bottom lip between his teeth.

This is the awkward part. He never knows how to start.

Suddenly he finds himself wondering how old Davin actually is. He looks young standing there, chewing his lip, uncertain. That flush in his cheeks is fucking beautiful. Gabe steps in, hand coming up to curl against the back of Davin's neck, pull him in close. He bends his head but doesn't kiss him. Not yet.

Davin's eyes close for a moment when Gabe touches him, and he melts into it as he sways forward. His eyes flutter open and he looks at Gabe, gaze flitting between his eyes and his mouth.

"Is this where I offer you a nightcap?" He smiles and reaches out to put his hands on Gabe's waist, pulling him closer. "Or did you have something else in mind?"

Pressed against Davin from chest to thighs, Gabe finds himself powerfully uninterested in the thought of a night-cap. He shakes his head, grazing his lips against the corner of Davin's mouth.

"I've got all sorts of ideas."

Davin grins at the brush of lips, the rasp of a beard against his own barely there stubble, and he slides a hand up under the back of Gabe's shirt as he walks them backwards towards his bedroom.

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Maybe I like an element of surprise," he says, turning his head to catch Davin's mouth with his, kissing him deep and hungry, driven on by the touch of Davin's palm against his bare skin.

Davin groans into the kiss and presses back against the open door of his bedroom, curling an arm around Gabe's shoulders to pull him in closer. It's a fucking good kiss and he parts his lips, letting Gabe deepen the kiss as he toes out of his shoes and socks.

He sucks briefly on Gabe's tongue and turns them around so he can pull Gabe back towards his bed, nails digging just barely into the soft skin at Gabe's lower back.

A small moan escapes his lips as the breaks the kiss, lips already red and swollen and eyes bright gold. He smiles and gives him another peck before falling backwards onto the large bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he looks up at Gabe.

"So surprise me."

All he can do for a moment is look at the way Devin's sprawled out on the bed. That's all he's got room for. He grins, shoving his hand back through his hair and pulling his own shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor before he sinks down onto his knees.

"Oh, fuck me." He stares openly as Gabe pulls his shirt off and swallows hard when he drops gracefully to his knees. Davin pulls his Henley over his head and tosses it aside, chest flushed under a smattering of chest hair.

He cups Gabe's chin and curls over to give him another kiss, gently taking his bottom lip between his teeth and tugging playfully before letting go. Words have pretty much failed him, so he just drops back onto the bed and arches his back in one sinuous movement, doing his best to look inviting.

"You're going to have to wait," says Gabe, hair spilling forward as he bends his head to press an open mouthed kiss to the flat plane of Devin's belly, sucking lightly at smooth, tanned skin.

Davin groans at the words and the shiver they send through him, lips parting on a soft gasp when Gabe puts his mouth to his stomach. It feels so good, and the contrast between soft, damp lips and the rough hair surrounding them makes him let out a sigh of pleasure. He knows that his skin is sensitive, and Gabe's beard will leave it red wherever it touches. Davin doesn't mind this a bit.

He props himself up on one elbow to look down at Gabe, reaching out with his other hand to cup his cheek and rub the pad of his thumb along the arch of it before sliding his fingers into Gabe's thick hair. He pushes his hair back away from his face and watches him with dark eyes, breaths coming a bit quicker and muscles in his stomach jumping as Gabe's mouth moves across them.

He grins when Davin's fingers tug in his hair. He pauses long enough to suck up a mark on his belly. He feels suddenly, weirdly possessive. Just for a moment. Just for this.

"How long's it been?" He asks, sliding a hand down between Davin's thighs, palming the line of his cock.

Davin lets out a hum of approval once he realizes that Gabe's sucking a mark into his skin. He likes it a little rough sometimes, likes having evidence of how badly someone wanted still on him days later and pressing his fingers into the mark to jerk off to the memory.

He bites his lip and rolls his hips up against Gabe's hand as his cock thickens against the constricting seam of his jeans. It takes him a moment to realize that he's been asked a question, and he blinks owlishly down at Gabe while dragging his fingernails lightly along his scalp. "'bout two months, maybe. I don't do this terribly oft - god, that feels good."

Fuck, he sounds wrecked. His accent's gone thick and syrupy and he sounds like he's been gargling whiskey for how rough his voice sounds to his own ears.

"Better make it good then," he says, teasing Davin through his jeans for a moment, mouth wandering across his skin. His own cock is starting to pay attention but he's going to ignore it for now. He wants to focus on the guy on front of him. He leans up, over Davin's body, teasing his nipple with the tip of his tongue.

"Aye well, you're on the right track." He laughs breathlessly and it turns into a gasp when Gabe's tongue touches his sensitive nipple. He drags his hands up over Gabe's shoulders and squeezes the back of his neck, arching up into the touch.

Davin have discovered that some guys work so hard to not react so much during sex, to keep quiet and not give the other person the power of knowing just how much their touch is affecting them. Davin isn't like that. He's loud and talkative and responsive in bed, wearing just how good everything feels with pride and letting his partner know how much they're appreciated. Sex is supposed to be fun, and if he wants to gasp and wriggle with pleasure then he's damn well going to.

The way Gabe's mouth is working on his nipple makes him moan and he squeezes the back of his neck encouragingly as he spreads his legs to make room for Gabe between them.

"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.