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princesscharmFor 100 Smut Dialogue Prompts 30 “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
Davy was looking for Joey. His bassist had disappeared and they were supposed to go practice. Asking around the apartments he found that the last that was seen of him was down in the pool with Ollie, Jerry, James and a few others. That was the reason he walked into the apartment complex gym, a short cut to the pool. Who knew, maybe Joey would be in there? The place was empty, or at least Davy had thought so until he came around the corner. Sven was on the other side of the room lifting weights. It wasn't like the light workouts that Davy had seen when the Swede stayed with him. This was intense and sweat was pouring down his back. The guitarist felt his jaw go slack and a tight, fluttering feeling surge through his torso. He had to touch him. It didn't matter if he was interrupting the Swede, or distracting him. Even Davy's own band practice faded into a dull, background thought compared to the way the sweat was rolling down Sven's flexing shoulders. The scene left him so mute that he couldn't even gasp though he felt his body try.
The sounds the Swede was making while lifting must have masked the clip of Davy's heels on the floor. Not that Davy was thinking of this as he crossed the room. The only thought was swallowing down the quiver in his body from how much the groans of heavy lifting sounded like exhausted sex at 4 am when they had been going all night. It was pure luck that Sven was putting down the weights as the younger American got within touching distance. As soon as he could reach Davy slid his palms up either side of Sven's spine. Somewhere in his mind Davy acknowledged that Sven sort of smelled bad from sweating but he only thought it smelled like sex. By the time his hands got to Sven's shoulder blades he was groaning and Sven was starting to turn around.
"Princess?"
Davy could only stare, wide-eyed at the sweat all over Sven's chest and the way it was beading over his muscles. His eyes drifted all the way down, following those falling beads of sweat until his eyes fixed on the dips below his abdomen and just visible above his low riding pants. His jaw fell open again and he couldn't blink and the thoughts of sweat soaked, all night sex were still kicking around in his head.
"Davy?"
His name finally pulled his gaze up to the Swede's face. He hadn't felt this stunned by someone since he was a teen and dating the first people he ever got together with. That had been, what?, ten years ago now. Davy didn't say a thing but felt his chest heaving and his insides feeling electric. His hands were moving before he thought about it and pressing to his boyfriend's chest, sliding in the sweat up to his neck and pulling him in.
Sven laughed and leaned in. "I thought you were too much of a prissy princess for this."
Davy felt annoyed by Sven talking. "Shut up, you annoying bastard."
The words came out angrier than intended but it was more the way his body was suddenly in overdrive rather than real upset. Hands still planted on the Swede's shoulder, Davy was distracted by the beading sweat on Sven's shoulders, sliding down in the divets behind his collar bones on both sides.
"I'm almost done." Sven mentioned and Davy couldn't accept the idea that his attention would be anywhere else.
"I'm a better workout than those fucking weights." Davy felt needy, demanding, downright frustrated with the thought that the Swede would dare pay attention to anything else when he wanted him so badly.
"You're a dirty little princess." Sven was speaking between laughs as he leaned in to press a kiss to Davy's lips.
The touch of their lips left the guitarist feeling lightheaded and wanton. His hands finally slipped around the back of Sven's neck, pulling him in, tightening his grip. The kiss broke with Davy gasping from arousal and his body pressing up against the Swede. He could feel the heat of Sven's bare chest bleeding through the fabric of his t-shirt. It felt erotic and Davy started to push against Sven. He needed friction and touch, desperately now that they were touching. As soon as Sven caught on and started kissing his neck up behind his ear, Davy gave in. He almost went limp from how perfect this felt. The heat and sweat had his mind on rough, unrelenting sex. He wanted it and he could sense that Sven understood just by how his hands were slipping over Davy's hips to grab his ass.
"I don't have any.."
Davy cut the Swede off and shook his head. "I don't care. "
Davy assumed he was about to mention lube but the American just didn't care. He needed them naked, skin to skin, right now. When Sven didn't listen Davy raked his nails down his chest on the way to yanking his pants open. It felt like something broke; the button or the zipper, Davy didn't care. He needed the Swede naked, demanded it at this point.
“Such a needy little princess, aren’t you?”
Sven whispered those words against his skin and Davy couldn't protest. He was so needy that he was about to start yelling at the Swede for being a tease.
"You smell and need a shower." Davy was both turned on and put off by Sven covered in sweat. "I could wash your hair."
Davy winked at the Swede as he pulled away and walked toward the gym showers. He barely got a step before Sven was behind him, arms around his waist, trying to walk while kissing the back of his neck. Davy almost stumbled from the press of Sven and the touch. He stopped to wallow in the way Sven was nipping the back of his neck. Sven didn't wait. Obviously, now as needy as Davy was as he scooped the guitarist up off his feet and started to carry him. Davy didn't even protest. Anything to get them in the shower and all over each other faster was what he wanted.
Davy was looking for Joey. His bassist had disappeared and they were supposed to go practice. Asking around the apartments he found that the last that was seen of him was down in the pool with Ollie, Jerry, James and a few others. That was the reason he walked into the apartment complex gym, a short cut to the pool. Who knew, maybe Joey would be in there? The place was empty, or at least Davy had thought so until he came around the corner. Sven was on the other side of the room lifting weights. It wasn't like the light workouts that Davy had seen when the Swede stayed with him. This was intense and sweat was pouring down his back. The guitarist felt his jaw go slack and a tight, fluttering feeling surge through his torso. He had to touch him. It didn't matter if he was interrupting the Swede, or distracting him. Even Davy's own band practice faded into a dull, background thought compared to the way the sweat was rolling down Sven's flexing shoulders. The scene left him so mute that he couldn't even gasp though he felt his body try.
The sounds the Swede was making while lifting must have masked the clip of Davy's heels on the floor. Not that Davy was thinking of this as he crossed the room. The only thought was swallowing down the quiver in his body from how much the groans of heavy lifting sounded like exhausted sex at 4 am when they had been going all night. It was pure luck that Sven was putting down the weights as the younger American got within touching distance. As soon as he could reach Davy slid his palms up either side of Sven's spine. Somewhere in his mind Davy acknowledged that Sven sort of smelled bad from sweating but he only thought it smelled like sex. By the time his hands got to Sven's shoulder blades he was groaning and Sven was starting to turn around.
"Princess?"
Davy could only stare, wide-eyed at the sweat all over Sven's chest and the way it was beading over his muscles. His eyes drifted all the way down, following those falling beads of sweat until his eyes fixed on the dips below his abdomen and just visible above his low riding pants. His jaw fell open again and he couldn't blink and the thoughts of sweat soaked, all night sex were still kicking around in his head.
"Davy?"
His name finally pulled his gaze up to the Swede's face. He hadn't felt this stunned by someone since he was a teen and dating the first people he ever got together with. That had been, what?, ten years ago now. Davy didn't say a thing but felt his chest heaving and his insides feeling electric. His hands were moving before he thought about it and pressing to his boyfriend's chest, sliding in the sweat up to his neck and pulling him in.
Sven laughed and leaned in. "I thought you were too much of a prissy princess for this."
Davy felt annoyed by Sven talking. "Shut up, you annoying bastard."
The words came out angrier than intended but it was more the way his body was suddenly in overdrive rather than real upset. Hands still planted on the Swede's shoulder, Davy was distracted by the beading sweat on Sven's shoulders, sliding down in the divets behind his collar bones on both sides.
"I'm almost done." Sven mentioned and Davy couldn't accept the idea that his attention would be anywhere else.
"I'm a better workout than those fucking weights." Davy felt needy, demanding, downright frustrated with the thought that the Swede would dare pay attention to anything else when he wanted him so badly.
"You're a dirty little princess." Sven was speaking between laughs as he leaned in to press a kiss to Davy's lips.
The touch of their lips left the guitarist feeling lightheaded and wanton. His hands finally slipped around the back of Sven's neck, pulling him in, tightening his grip. The kiss broke with Davy gasping from arousal and his body pressing up against the Swede. He could feel the heat of Sven's bare chest bleeding through the fabric of his t-shirt. It felt erotic and Davy started to push against Sven. He needed friction and touch, desperately now that they were touching. As soon as Sven caught on and started kissing his neck up behind his ear, Davy gave in. He almost went limp from how perfect this felt. The heat and sweat had his mind on rough, unrelenting sex. He wanted it and he could sense that Sven understood just by how his hands were slipping over Davy's hips to grab his ass.
"I don't have any.."
Davy cut the Swede off and shook his head. "I don't care. "
Davy assumed he was about to mention lube but the American just didn't care. He needed them naked, skin to skin, right now. When Sven didn't listen Davy raked his nails down his chest on the way to yanking his pants open. It felt like something broke; the button or the zipper, Davy didn't care. He needed the Swede naked, demanded it at this point.
“Such a needy little princess, aren’t you?”
Sven whispered those words against his skin and Davy couldn't protest. He was so needy that he was about to start yelling at the Swede for being a tease.
"You smell and need a shower." Davy was both turned on and put off by Sven covered in sweat. "I could wash your hair."
Davy winked at the Swede as he pulled away and walked toward the gym showers. He barely got a step before Sven was behind him, arms around his waist, trying to walk while kissing the back of his neck. Davy almost stumbled from the press of Sven and the touch. He stopped to wallow in the way Sven was nipping the back of his neck. Sven didn't wait. Obviously, now as needy as Davy was as he scooped the guitarist up off his feet and started to carry him. Davy didn't even protest. Anything to get them in the shower and all over each other faster was what he wanted.