Davenport: Davenport felt good about this. He'd been feeling /very/ good about Taako for a while now, but today was extra good, because he was going to make a move. A big move. He proudly trotted through the hallways of the Bureau, smiling when he saw Taako on his own. He hurried up and grabbed Taako by a sleeve, tugging twice sharply, "Davenport!"
Taako: Taako heard the quick, excited footprints and knew who it was before turning around. Still, he jumped when he felt his sleeve being pulled, pleasently surprised as Davenport sharply announced his presence. He turned and smiled warmly down to him. "Well, hello, Davenport. I hope you're not back for anymore macaroons, because trust me, that was a one time deal, my man."
Davenport: With a half-smile, Davenport shook his head, "Davenport, D-... Davenport." he explained sheepishly, finally letting go of Taako's shirt, though he made a soft attempt at smoothing down the slight-twist of the material. This was... hard. This never went well. He could make it work, though, he left the hand on Taako's wrist. He licked his lips slowly, maintained eye contact. "Davenport."
Taako: Taako tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowing. Still, he tried to smile understandably. "I'm not following, my dude. Is it urgent?"
Davenport: Fuck. Davenport frowned for a moment, but soldiered through. He shook his head, "Davenport..." he needed to show this. He needed Taako to /understand./ This was fucking embarrassing.
Taako: "So it... isn't urgent. Okay..." Taako stood up straight, humming in consideration. "Lucretia seems to know what you mean... Could we ask her to, uh, interpret for us?"
Davenport: Another shake of his head. Davenport sucked it up and put on a show, looking up through his lashes and licking his lips again. "Davenport." he insisted, reaching up with his other hand, taking Taako's hands in his.
Taako: Taako stared blankly down at Davenport, slowly starting to get the jist of what he was being told. "I think... I get it? I don't, uh... What exactly are you asking of me right now?"
Davenport: There we go. Davenport smiled again, turning Taako's hand over in his and softly massaging his palm, still looking up at Taako with soft eyes, "Davenport...?"
Taako: Suddenly, it clicked in Taako's head, as he remembered all the times he's used similar tactics to get men into bed with him. He gasped, but didn't move away. "You want to, uh.. You want to?"
Davenport: Davenport grinned, eyes flashing. He nodded eagerly and squeezed Taako's hand, tail whipping behind him in excitement, "Davenport! Davenport, Davenport."
Taako: "Alright. I can get down with this. Where is this happening?" Taako tilted his head, a smirk pulling at his lips. "I think the boys are home, so deffo not there, yeah?"
Davenport: Davenport smiled and pushed out a "mmmine." before turning around, trying not to practically skip down the hall. It worked. He- it /worked./ Taako was going to come and... come. He felt nearly faint as he lead Taako down to his quarters, right beside Lucretia's own.
Taako: Taako followed, a sudden, faint arousal buzzing in the pit of his stomach. This was going to be... interesting to say the least. Surely, he knew Davenport was like most everybody here, but he never realized that included sex. Still, he knew he was going to have a good time.
Davenport: Davenport's bed was a double-wide, but it was absolutely not built with Taako in mind, even if he was only a foot or two taller than Davenport, it wouldn't be the most comfortable. Thankfully, that was the extent of his worries as he unlocked his door and held it open for Taako, allowing him into his comfortable quarters.
Taako: Taako muttered his thanks as he stepped in before Davenport, immediately looking around to catch a glimpse of who Davenport was by the makeup of his room. Everything was shorter, which Taako expected, but it was still very off putting to tower over everything. Without direction, he made his way to the bed and sat down, nodding with content.
Davenport: Davenport locked the door behind himself and turned around, suddenly feeling very shy. He had the distinct impression of visiting a younger cousin's bedroom and feeling strange among the baby furniture. But he wasn't a baby, he was a grown man, and Taako would treat him like one. Davenport took a deep breath and crawled right up onto Taako's lap, tail already snaking around Taako's calf. "G-good?"
Taako: Taako immediately spread his legs, as if it was a reflex. Once he noticed how quickly he reacted, he blushed with embarrassment. "Okay. I'm glad you're... using your words. Of course it is, but listen. You don't have to go slow with me. I've been around the block a few times, my man."
Davenport: Desperately holding back a smirk, Davenport spread his mouth open wide, showing off his canines before leaning in, running the fangs over Taako's throat.
Taako: Taako instantly melted against Davenport, slowly sinking onto his back on the bed. He flushed down to his neck, and slowly rolled his hips against Davenport's. "Shit, babe. Jesus," he breathed out, his arms coming up to wrap around Davenport's sides.
Davenport: Smoothly, Davenport took Taako's hands before they got too close, sliding his hands as much around his wrists as he could and pushing Taako's hands back onto the bed. He didn't say anything, just offered a little smile and leaned in for a kiss, excitement surging in his belly.
Taako: Taako gasped as his arms were moved upwards, but he leaned up into the kiss nonetheless. His arousal only grew with every passing second as he attempted to buck up against Davenport's hips, desperate for any friction.
Davenport: Davenport scooted up, finding a place where he could grind down against Taako's chest, away from Taako's own desperate grinding. With a contented little groan, he circled his hips over Taako's chest.
Taako: Taako groaned and whined at the loss of friction. He was so desperate that he tried to sit up, but was quickly overwhelmed by the rolling of Davenport's hips. "Ah- please? D- Please do more. Something. Please?"
Davenport: Davenport hummed, but nodded, standing himself up. He leaned down to pick one of Taako's hands back up, pressing it to the front of his pants, Letting Taako feel the buttons. /"You."/ he announced, letting go and patting Taako's hand. "You." He liked this, even if his legs were spread quite wide to stand straddling Taako's chest he felt /good./
Taako: Taako's expression warmed, suddenly feeling in control again. Slowly, he undid Davenport's fly, reaching up to untuck his shirt. As he brought a hand down to grind against Davenport's crotch, he expertly slipped out of his own shirt, leaving him only in a skirt as he kicked his boots off.
Davenport: With a whine, Davenport tipped his head back, giving Taako a moment before slapping the back of Taako's hand, "N-nno." he stepped to the side so his legs weren't so spread and shoved his pants down, then boxers. There was no ceremony to it, just clearing the way, He stepped back over Taako, sitting on Taako's chest again and taking him by the hair. Davenport leaned down for another kiss.
Taako: Taako kissed back messily, desperately sighing into Davenport's mouth as the grip on his hair grew tighter. Slowly, he reached up and ran a finger across Davenport's slit, humming with satisfaction.
Davenport: Daevnport whined, he wished he could /talk/ to Taako. Tease him. Tell him what he wanted, ask for input. instead, he pulled himself back off of Taako and laid with his head on the pillow, pulling another pillow down to rest under his hips. "You." he snapped his fingers, watching for a reaction and spreading his legs. He didn't /like/ not being able to take charge. It was too easy for Taako to try and bring things back around when Davenport wanted to be the boss.
Taako: Taako sighed, shooting a glance down at Davenport's open legs. He climbed over to rest between them and darted his tongue out teasingly. "You don't have to be so gentle with me," he teased, "Push me around. Hit me, pull my hair. I can take it."
Davenport: Fuck. That lit a fire in Davenport's stomach. He quickly reached down, taking two handfuls of hair and pulling Taako up close, pulling him in for a biting kiss, then pushing him back down, hands still clenched in the hair as he pushed him between his legs. "Good?" his legs came up, wrapping around Taako's neck.
Taako: Taako moaned, nodding excitedly as he licked at Davenport's clit. He slowly rolled his lips against the mattress, hoping the other wouldn't notice as he tried to snake his hand down for extra friction.
Davenport: Heels digging into Taako's back, Davenport closed his eyes and laid back, unashamed to moan. It felt fucking /good/ and he could express that without any sort of hindrance. When he peeked back down, though, Dav frowned. "G-g..." he choked on it, overwhelmed with the mouth on him. That didn't mean he was going to let Taako stop, though. "G-g- Daven/port!"/ he finally settled, driving one heel a little harder to get Taako's attention. He let go of his hair to display his own hands as a prompt.
Taako: Taako pulled back, almost surprised as he pulled his hand away. Still, he smirked. "Sorry, baby. Guess a punishment is in order, hm?"
Davenport: Davenport felt a little overwhelmed by Taako's absolute resistance. He had a quip for everything. Davenport flushed, flicked his tail, and readjusted his grip, grabbing Taako by the ears and shoving his face back between Davenport's legs. All the while, he pushed through a word, finally managing out a "later."
Taako: Taako hummed understandingly as he got back to work eating Davenport out. Slowly, his hands snaked up to rest at the inside of his thighs, his thumbs rubbing fain circles as he worked.
Davenport: Keening, Davenport rubbed his thumbnails over the very tips of Taako's ears. Each unexpected brush of his dick or surge of pleasure had him squeezing a little harder.
Taako: Taako became increasingly desperate with each pull of his ears, almost wailing against Davenport by the tail end of it. Still, he worked as hard as he could, knowing the reward of a squeeze to his ears would come to follow shortly after.
Davenport: Once he felt himself edging, Davenport pulled Taako up, leaving himself to grind at the air, tail thumping onto the bed beside him. Davenport didn't bother worrying about the funny look on his face or the embarrassment of how easily debauched he'd become, but it was definitely in his mind. "G-good boy." he gave an even stroke to one of Taako's ears, then sat up, patting the spot he'd lay and moving to the side.
Taako: Taako sighed with the praise, but yelped a moan as Davenport touched his ear one last time. He climbed up and sat next to Davenport, in his previous spot. He pressed a hand against his own crotch, groaning. "Please," he whispered, almost too quietly to hear.
Davenport: "Down." Davenport insisted, moving the pillow he'd laid under his own hips as he pushed Taako down by the shoulder. "Down." once Taako reclined, Davenport came to stand over Taako's face, licking his lips, "Good?" he squatted a little, trying to show his intent.
Taako: As a way to answer, Taako reached up to rest his hands against Davenport's thighs, nodding. "Better than good. Perfect."
Davenport: With a flash of a grin, Davenport lowered himself down, grinding a few times before settling on Taako's mouth, moaning happily. His tail thumped against Taako's bare chest and he sat his hands up on the headboard for stability. "Good."
Taako: Taako hummed, immediately moving against the roll of Davenport's hips. He brought a hand down to pet at the base of his tail, running the pad of his thumb around it slowly, hoping that would elicit some sort of positive reaction.
Davenport: The hand on his tail had Davenport crying out. He was close. He /knew/ he was close. He hoped Taako knew. "T-T-" he frowned, trying to force through the word, "T-" he couldn't seem to force out Taako's name. Instead, he fell back on the tried and true "Good."
Taako: Taako hummed affectionately, doubling his efforts to push Davenport over the edge. He wrapped his hand around his tail and tugged, just slightly, hopefully just enough that it wouldn't hurt.
Davenport: With that, Davenport came. His tail thrashing, legs twitching, and toes curling up. He couldn't manage to say anything, instead letting out a wordless, strangled cry.
Taako: Taako worked his through it, slowing down only slightly as he wringed out as much orgasm out of Davenport that he could. Eventually, though, he became bored and leaned away as much as he could with his head underneath a pillow, humming softly as a way to tell Davenport he was finished.
Davenport: On shaky legs, Davenport pushed himself back, laying on Taako's torso with his feet still over Taako's shoulders. He whined happily and ran his fingers over his thighs, licking away the mess.
Taako: Arousal shot down to the pit of Taako's stomach so fast, he was afraid he would come then and there just from the sight of Davenport cleaning his own mess. He groaned, almost frustrated, and squirmed under Davenport's weight.
Davenport: With a little grin, Davenport pushed himself up to smile down on Taako. "Hm?" he prompted, tracing his hands over his own small swell of stomach. "A-ask." He couldn't exactly tell Taako to use his words when Davenport himself struggled so strongly, but at least Davenport had a reason.
Taako: Taako's back arched, and he whined as he tried to string the words together. Finally, he sighed, resting his hands on Davenport's thighs as he said, "I don't care how you do it but, will you make me feel good?"
Davenport: Davenport nodded and finally rolled off of Taako, but not before giving one last grind against his chest, effectively cleaning off much of the left over slick. He crawled down the bed, grabbing the pillow from earlier on his way, and propped Taako's hips up on it, sitting between the elf's thighs and smiling up at him. He reached up and traced the thin tips of his own ears, then pointed at taako in prompting
Taako: Taako hummed and reached up, slowly stroking the outside cartilage, causing him to let his head tip back. His eyes slowly slid shut as he ran his fingers across his ear, and he pressed two fingers against his clit from over his skirt, prompting a soft moan to escape his lips.
Davenport: Davenport smacked the hand as it came down, flipping up Taako's skirt and settling himself a little closer. He didn't have it in him to tell Taako off, and beside, he already had a punishment in mind. Davenport slid two fingers inside, watching Taako's face carefully. His fingers weren't big by any definition, though gnomish fingers were a little long, proportionally. Still, he worried he wouldn't make much of an impact on his pleasure.
Taako: Taako sighed a whine as Davenport slipped his fingers in. Of course, even as it wasn't much of a fill, it was a fill nonetheless, and Taako appreciated it in full. He rolled his hips, sighing as that caused some friction. "Please move... Please..."
Davenport: With a soft "shh," Davenport set his hand to work, the other coming up to run the heel of his palm over Taako's clit. Honestly, he was hoping to have Taako bring himself over the edge. The touches on Dav's part were predominantly to shut him up.
Taako: Taako sighed, leaning his head towards the hand stroking his ear, desperately rubbing faster and tugging only slightly.
Davenport: Davenport eagerly kept going, each soft sound or movement an encouragement. He leaned down, replacing one hand with his mouth as he sucked at and flicked his tongue against Taako's clit, eyes still trained up on his face.
Taako: Taako's back arched, as he moaned out softly. He reached down to run his free hand through Davenport's hair, pushing him forward just slightly. He desperately started to roll his hips against Davenport's mouth "Oh, oh... I'm close. Please let me. I'm sorry for what I did earlier... Please?"
Davenport: With a nod, Davenport reached up for Taako's other hand, not moving his mouth off of Taako's clit, but wanting to be the sole cause for the actual orgasm. Once he felt Taako beginning to come, however, he pulled off. Davenport squeezed Taako's hands in his as he watched Taako contract around where his fingers had just been before he quickly slid them away. He grinned up at Taako, punishment finally coming in the ruined orgasm.
Taako: Taako whined at the loss of friction, looking down at Davenport almost with malice as he tried to desperately buck up into nothing. "Please, please. I'm so sorry, just please let me come."
Davenport: With a strong shake of his head, Davenport licked off his fingers, sitting back and grinning up at Taako. "Davenport." he tugged Taako's skirt back into place.
Taako: Taako whined, squirming in place. "Shitty, shitty punishment." He sighed as he still felt the buzz of pleasure from coming, disappointed.
Davenport: Davenport giggled a little and crawled up the bed, laying beside Taako and sighing softly. That was... beyond good. He couldn't remember ever being touched like that... touching someone else. Still, it felt right. He frowned as he thought about it and resolved not to anymore. He pressed a soft peck to Taako's cheek.
Taako: Taako's stubbornness melted into straight flattery when Davenport kissed him, and he smiled, genuinely. Usually, sex was no-feelings-attached for him, but even though that still should apply, this felt different. To Taako, this felt almost familiar to him in a way he couldn't quite place. "Been a while, yeah?"
Davenport: Davenport nodded and curled his tail around his own leg, a soft, comforting pressure. "Davenport." was his only explanation, though he looked Taako over and easily knew that comment didn't go both ways.
Taako: Taako huffed out a small laugh. "Listen," he started. "I know what you're thinking, but I haven't actually been out in a few months. Lucky you, I suppose."
Davenport: Davenport perked up a little at that, smiling at Taako. He trailed a finger slowly over Taako's chest, then his own, tracing his own top surgery scars. "Davenport, davenport." he glanced between them.
Taako: Taako hummed with acknowledgement. He leaned forward to trace one of the scars for himself, wordlessly agreeing with Davenport.
Davenport: Davenport pressed another soft kiss to the corner of Taako's mouth, struck with a soft melancholy as he realized that Taako would likely need to leave for the night, it wasn't exactly late enough to sleep, Davenport wasn't great company, and Lucretia usually checked on him before he fell asleep, as embarrassing as it was to think about. "Davenport." he propped himself on one elbow and gestured to the bathroom. The shower wasn't... built for taller races, but he could likely get the job done.
Taako: Taako relaxed, almost instinctively, as Davenport pressed the kiss to his lips. He looked up as Davenport shifted, looking in the direction of the bathroom. "Oh, a shower? That would be nice. I s'pose we can both try to fit."
Davenport: Oh. Oh, that was a good idea. Davenport nodded and sat up, the tip of his tail twitching behind him as he slid off the edge of the bed and trotted off to the bathroom. He felt different. Davenport felt... capable. Desirable. He didn't feel like the embarrassing little pet to the Bureau, he felt like a genuinely sexy man. It was so nice.
Taako: Taako followed him in, amused by Davenport's tail swishing behind him as he took each step. He never really took a good look at Davenport until now, never truly noticed him. Watching him in such a casual setting like this changed how he saw the gnome, and definitely for the better. "Davenport? This may be tricky to answer, but do you know how you came to work for the bee-oh-bee, here? I know it may be strange, but I've always wanted to know."