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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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"Sounds..." His voice catches in a moan as he rocks his hips up, pushing his cock into Davin's hand. "Sounds fucking fantastic."

Davin grins and sits up, unable to wait any longer. He rises up onto his knees and reaches back to steady Gabe's cock, thumbing just under the head as he positions himself. He sinks down slowly, mouth falling open on a moan as the flared head slips past the first ring of muscle. "Jesus, you feel good."

He hitches his hips up and then sinks down a little more, bracing both hands on Gabe's chest and digging his nails in a little as he adjusts to Gabe's size, rocking his hips a little and taking him in slowly.

"You don't...Jesus. You don't feel so bad yourself."

His hands come to rest on Davin's hips, head tipped back to stare up at him. "You're fucking beautiful."

Davin grins with his eyes closed in pleasure, cheeks going even redder at the compliment. Once he's fully seated on Gabe's cock, he takes a second to adjust and leans in to kiss him before sitting back up straight and starting to roll his hips.

His mouth falls open on a broken moan and he starts to bounce a little faster, reaching back to brace a hand on Gabe's thigh for balance, and maybe also to put on a good show.

It's a very good show, his eyes slipping between Davin's face and his clock and back again. His hands settle on Davin's hips, squeezing slightly.

"That's it."

Davin grins lazily and lets out a whimper when Gabe squeezes his hips, rocking forward and letting his hands fall onto Gabe'e chest for balance. He brushes his thumbs across Gabe's nipples and clenches down hard around his cock as he rolls his hips, letting out a soft cry when Gabe's cock brushes against his prostate.

"Yeah? You like bein' inside me?"

"Fuck yes I like it," he says, through clenched teeth as Davin rides his cock like that. His hand slides around to Davin's ass, squeezing and then slapping again.

"That enough for you?"

"Mm, it'll get the job done," he says teasingly, eyes gleaming as he looks down at Gabe. Yeah, Davin knows he's a little shit. He bites his lip at the squeeze and then gasps at the slap, clenching down in response.

That's enough to get him another slap and Gabe grins up at him.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to hold you down and spank you before I finish fucking you, man."

Davin feels a thrill shoot down his spine at Gabe's words and he bites his lip, scraping a thumbnail across Gabe's nipple. He's never had sex quite like this, and he's a bit surprised to find how much he likes it.

"Promise?"

Gabe's nails dig into the skin of Davin's ass, squeezing.

"Promise."

Davin hisses and lets out a quiet moan and then seems to consider something, eyes glinting as he slows and just sits still in Gabe's lap, his cock a stiff line of heat in Davin's ass.

He licks his lips and raises an eyebrow.

A laugh bubbles up past Gabe's lips but it quickly turns into a moan of frustration. His hands tighten on Davin, nails digging into his skin.

"Seriously?"

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."