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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck, MS_Paint_Adventures
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Bro_(Homestuck), Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Pet_Play
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-26 Words: 988
****** Bell ringer ******
by TheMockingCrows
Summary
     Drabble from a prompt on tumblr-
     Anonymous asked you: Bro/dave pet play?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Sit.”
He paused without hesitation, holding his stance on all fours for a moment
before sinking down and back into a perfect sit. His arms stayed rigid, chin
up, poised. There was no chance he’d disobey, trusting his every word to follow
a predictable path.
They’d done this a good many times.
“Strip.”
The voice was stern as he turned away, scooting some things off the futon so he
could settle down comfortably for a moment. A long leg crossed over the other,
pants bunching up behind his knee, jiggling his foot in place.
Waited.
Watched as skinny arms pulled the shirt up over his head, freckled shoulders
bare, ribs showing when he shifted to pull off the pants and boxers.
Never half ass a command. He says strip, it all comes off. He only wants one
piece, he’ll say which piece. The understanding is so much of a comfort.
There’s never any fear of messing up. He knows every move will go as planned so
long as he follows orders. Knows his brother will never hurt him.
Bro always knows what’s best, and has proven his loyalty to the younger
Striders welfare countless times.
When the clothes were finally off to the side in a small pile, Dave once more
sank down into an easy sit with his hands planted on the floor. Staring
straight ahead, waiting for an order. What he got instead of an order was a
bare hand gliding down his back in smooth strokes, glove removed, repeating
itself when it hit his tailbone. Long fingers splayed over his hair, the bones
of his back, his shoulders. Such a size difference..
“Got a present for ya. You’ve been good, so you’ve more than earned it. Hold
still.”
He was softer then as the gift was mentioned, Dave’s eyes widening behind his
shades in anticipation. Oh boy, oh boy, what if it’s what they’d talked
about..? Was it? Maybe? Startled, he balked when two steady hands slipped his
shades off, breaking form by a few inches. A sharp swat to the ass, hard enough
to make him wince, set him right back into place.
“I said hold still, not dance all over the fuckin’ place you little shit. It’ll
just take a second,” he says with another pet from his head down his back. Good
boy. Very good boy.
Dave hears a quiet rustling sound, the pop of a familiar bottle. He’s told to
settle on all fours, that it was time to go ahead and be his good little kitty
again. It’s a struggle not to cry out happily, settling onto all fours
perfectly, before growing more comfortable by sinking his front half down on
the floor. It’s allowed, another stroke of his head and neck showing approval.
“Good kitty.”
The lube is chilly, but quickly warmed as he gets worked over with it, hips
swaying . When he moans, a sharp swat to the ass and a stern word reminds him
that cats don’t moan. Instead, he mewls and purrs at him, red faced. Scratches
at the floor with his fingers, backs himself up towards him eagerly.
“Down boy, down now. Just stay still. Almost done, then you can get your
surprise.”
The plug always makes him keen, and it’s allowed, scratching in place with
stubby nails. Panting. Mewing a few times as it stretched him wider than the
fingers, settling into a purring puddle on the floor with his ass in the air
once it finally settled into place. The tail was as white as his hair, their
favorite one, matching the ears that nestled almost invisibly into place.
Work done, Bro took a step back to observe him. Dave hammed it up, purring
loudly and flopping boneless to his side, stretching. Wiggling to make the tail
move, pawing at his ears, posing for him shamelessly. Happily.
Dave loved it when he got to be a cat for his brother. When he got to see that
flush across his face, the upturned lips. It meant he’d get more contact with
him, get to lay on his lap on the couch all evening, get the warm spot on the
futon at night. He’d constantly be stroked and touched, cooed at. Spoiled
rotten.
He was more than happy to play this role to get that look on his brothers face:
absolute adoration for indulging a mutual kink.
“Alright, alright. Sit up for me again. Come on, now. Be a good kitty for me.”
Oh, he was good. As good as a cat could be. He sat up in position, before
meowing and crawling forward, climbing up his lap. Grabbing his shoulders and
kneading at them, rubbing his face against his. Any other time, this would earn
him reprimand, get him in trouble. But when cuddles were okay..? Oh, he was all
over it.
Dirk couldn’t resist.
Snorting, trying to fend him off with one hand, he reached beside the futon
once more to get what he needed. The jingle was soft, catching the teens
attention immediately, prompting him to look over from where his face was
smooshed against a white clad shoulder.
The collar was simple, red and orange plaid with a small silver bell that
jingled when the slightest movement occurred. It fit his neck perfectly, bell
resting just above the midpoint of his collarbones. He rolled thin shoulders
and looked down at it, making it tinkle softly.
“Tha-“
“Cat’s don’t talk.”
“………” Trailing off his thought, he purred louder and shoved his face against
his shoulder. Crawling around, wiggling on the familiar lap, he let himself
roll to his side. Wanting to be cradled and pet, stroked and rubbed. The
waiting hands indulged him, stroking his neck and sides, playing with his tail,
his thighs.
When one of the wandering hands dipped forward, gripping and stroking his
member, there was only one question asked.
“Wanna see how much we can make your bell ring?”
End Notes
     Original tumblr link- http://themockingcrows.tumblr.com/post/
     31947908755/anonymous-asked-you-bro-dave-pet-play-uvu-you
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