↳ dacre m.

Dacre sits in his apartment. He was quiet, dealing with his problems by his lonesome as per usual. He occupies this time with a lot of self-care, self-satisfaction and sleeping.

Dacre would drink himself sick and rock and roll would be blasting from his apartment. He lost himself in grief and confusion on his future, who he was and how he could handle it. Reaching out to his therapist was just not in the cards for him and be damned if he did.

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Hot. Dacre shifts in discomfort, turning to lay on the stomach but a hormonal presses into the bed when attempting. A sweaty brow furrows, throwing the cover and sheet back, but the movement rouses his consciousness to pry open the eyes. Blearily, he notes a frame across from him. It takes him a few minutes to process he was not in his own bed. Blinking awake, Tim is recognized, and the eyes narrow, then shoot to the digital clock on the night stand. 7:11 am then back to the unsuspecting frame. The nostrils flare as the natural scent of his companion's room is taken in. The upper body pivots forward but a full bladder tells him his priorities were different. A curled snarl appears as if to scowl at the inevitable. He gets off the bed and hurries to the bathroom, how long has he been out anyway?

A short time later, Dacre leaves underwear in the bathroom on the floor. With a loose grip on a semi erect base, he walks around to Tim's side to shuffle in the night stand drawer while casually stimulating himself Perusing over the toys and lube, the option of toys did not intrigue the rutting hybrid, having a borderline obsession with touching and experiencing with his own body rather than prod with foreign objects. Grabbing the lube, it's held loosely in the left hand before it's opened and a heavy portion slabbed over a first and second finger. With a knee into the bed, he leans down to at the happy trail while he's pulling down the hem of the boxers, careful to keep the prelubed fingers up and away. With the clothing peeling down passed the thighs and off, a mouth and nose press into the small space between the and the thigh as he caves to visceral instinct to breathe his partner in- uncaring if they were shaved or not. The natural scent off morning skin was intoxicating. Sweat, hot sticky skin, he wanted it. A wet sensation from a single is felt. The taste made the jaw clench with anticipation, and he hadn't even got to the /good/ part yet. Scooting closer and down, he's eye level with the hips, arms wrap loosely around the waist before pursed lips press over a pierced crown. Meanwhile, digits curled inward as he wraps an arm around to rub two cool wet finger tips over the rim and down the perineum and back again.

Tim was big, Dacre couldn't take it all at once so he would work down. The tip of the tongue swipes over the head and piercing first, then extends further out while forming a u shape to cradle the base, rubbing in a back and forth motion with eyes up, wanting to see Tim awaken rather than just to hear.

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ *watching you get closer and closer to the woes of sleep, I simply moved in. my head tucked against your chest as I laid my hand flat. long digits stroking over the minimal amounts of chest hair as you spoke before pressing a firm kiss to the collar bone* sleep, you goober..~

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ !? Dacre hadn’t expected to be followed, let alone assisted. It feels awkward, but he goes with it, if only to sink into the bliss that was the bed. When he did, there’s a groan then the body got comfortable, deliberately sticking out one foot from the covers while Tim settled in beside him. The information about where things were and given instruction was crucial, and a nod was given. “Toys..? Cool. I’ll look tomorrow..but mouth first, then toys if it suits me. But I can promise I’ll meet your eyes before I take you, no problem.” A final yawn airs and the eyes close;”Hope you don’t mind the scruff..” a lopsided smile appears, but between medicine, the smell of the pillow and Tim beside him, he succumbed to sleep before a reply to the question could be heard.

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ so many compliments from a , enthralled alpha *laughs softly as I get up and off the couch with you. standing behind you I held your waist to turn and guide your body towards my bed room and into my bed. giving us just enough time to settle under the covers together* Lube is always in either night stand, top drawer-- along with many toys that are lots of fun~ The only thing I ask is if you're gonna put it in my , you make sure I'm fully awake- fingers tongue, fine.. but I wanna look into your eyes when you sink fully inside me

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Seeing Tim nearly burst at the seams has Dacre chuckling a little bit as he let his back slump backward into the couch until he’s flat, knocking a bent knee into their chest gently as it to imply still receiving touch. When he’s squeezed, he relaxes into it but doesn’t move;”I dunno what that was just now, but very cute. I /like/ it. The cutest ing dimples mmm mm..” Dacre bit his own lower lip while looking up at Tim with half-lidded eyes. His aura warms a little, but it’s only a flicker. “I, am gonna get you first thing tomorrow. You wait..” he yawns before continuing;”You better piss as soon as I wake you or you’ll have to hold it. Also..” he looks around puzzled while moving to get up to trot to the bed as the sleepiness settles in deeper and deeper and he’d pass out on the couch if he did not move now. “Where’s your lube anyway?”

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ Oh.. are you really-- you.. *it took everything in me not to burst out into a deep, belly laugh. my head shaking side to side before I was running my fingers through your hair. there was a moment of just deep, shaking breaths as I bit my lips together to stop from laughing. you were vulnerable, and trying, but it was so-- blunt and shameless. when I finally did get a chance to breathe, I gave you a squeeze* I'm happy with anything..~ I do think once you're not in a rut, I'd be lots of fun to ride you-- but other than that, I'm going to feed on you before we smash so whatever position you're planning should be an almost lazy one

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Tim’s laugh made the belly feel warm, and the kisses had Dacre sighing with comfort while eyes fluttered closed for the one moment. While drowsiness set in, he kept his eyes on his company as he’s told to ask anything along with the confirmation he didn’t had to do the walk of shame. A happy groan leaves him as he feels himself squeezed and returns the notion to the best of his ability before asking what was on this mind;”What, do you want me to do to you tomorrow that you anticipate the most..? Or..” He adjusts his position;”If you prefer to be a man of mystery like me..what’s your favorite ?”

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ *almost as if I was being made into biscuits, I simply laughed and chuckled while continuing my task at hand. it was maybe an hour or two into it, and I was finally putting all my hardwork on a nearby coffee table. by then, I'd adjusted my position just a wee bit to try and get into an actual snuggling position. my lips were pressed to the top of your head, littering soft kisses there as I squeezed you tighter*
Of course you can stay the night, and you can ask me anything~

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Dacre never strayed his kisses very far from the neck and shoulder after starting from the collarbone. If anything he’d alternate between kissing and nuzzling, the desire to bite not present as it held a strong association with uality. Occasionally, he’d huff with rising excitement at the close proximity, but the medication would calm the breathing moments later. Occasionally he’d grunt softly from the chest, but that was about the most he’d do given the medication as it set in.

There’s tinges of uncertainty if he’d done the right thing, having clarity push through the ual tension and instinct. Regardless, thoughts never got far, he’s simply too enamored with his company’s presence. After a length of tile, to which he was unable to discern, he’s feeling heavy and tired. “Timmy..” Dacre calls out affectionately;”I think..I think I might pass out in a little. I can spend the night right..?” Tim can feel the hands resting around their frame grasp inward, nails scratching lightly over the skin then open and repeat with some unknown implication. “Can I ask you something though..?”

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ “..yeah..” Dacre sighed..a lot. He’s so relieved but also head first into his instinctive desire to be close and express.. /something/. While the overwhelming desire to was brought down to a level he could manage to cope with Tim being in the same space, it also made him drowsy. This could be identified by the way he kissed, soft warm plush kisses trail very slowly across to the shoulder while the arms gave Tim a thankful squeeze. At no specific point he stops to nuzzle his face into Tim’s neck. He doesn’t care what was being done, he just wanted to be there and hold them, and was wholly (due to medication) satisfied.

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ *watching you so casually strip had become a favorite pass time of mine, a brow raised shamelessly as your full figure was exposed. a soft breath could be heard as you wormed your wait to me. my hand splayed out over the tray, keeping it level and confined. only to tilt my head to the side and offer you more room. my inked fingers continuing their casual job of rolling, breaking up the buds and the papers closed*
You're on suppressants?

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Dacre had to take a second to calm his breathing, not wanting to give light to the fact he ran. He clears his throat as the two men meet eyes. “Right. Sorry.” The door is closed and his shoes removed. He’s making his way over and removing his clothes as well. He’s casual about it, Tim knew what they were in for and so Dacre made no effort to hide it.

When he, too, is in nothing but his underwear and the necklace, he was always seen wearing. He sits on the couch and tries to ease in to wedge himself between the furniture and his company so he could back hug them. Just laying eyes on their mostly unclothed frame his aura is warm, and when he can finally rest his arms around their shoulders or midsection, he would immediately press kisses onto the side that was closest to him, working from the collarbone to the shoulder.

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ *sitting on the couch in my skivvies, I had a tray sat in my lap full of flower and papers of all types. I was a bit shocked by your entrance, but I could only chuckle and shake my head* Hurry up, you're letting the cold in

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Dacre wasted zero time, he didn’t walk, he ran to Tim’s apartment and didn’t even knock, his brain simply told him to do and he tried the door.

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ [] shows this one according to the directory (?) tag for the correct one cause I can’t find it

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ ((there's a room for them LOL))

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ “Where are my cuddles?” Dacre commented out of no where. He’s heavily intoxicated and was searching high and low for his cuddle partner.

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Dacre listens to Tim explain what would be ultimately boring, letting out a soft chuckle;"Wouldn't that appeal to your 'quiet, bland and boring' self you spoke about that one time? The Tim that doesn't do weed? He'd probably like rocks." As he goes on to clarify in a joking manner, his grin just gets bigger and bigger. "Oh, right. The trick." Carefully sits up and pries himself from the couch and his company without spilling the contents of his coffee. "You have an ice tray?" Not giving time for an answer, the freezer is opened with the hopes of one. If there is, he's procure one and bring it back, dropping it in his coffee to stir;"Cools it down real fast, but doesn't effect the taste or one's enjoyment." He gestures to the other mug if there was more than half the contents left. If not, he'd leave it alone. "There's your trick, should try it out sometime, mm?" Gently, he sits down, outer thigh pressing into his company once more;"Feed me?" A brow arches while taking another drink from his coffee, now that it was cooling at a much faster rate. "Aww, sweetheart, now you're spoiling me. You don't have too. I'm alright, I don't really eat first thing." A free hand gently pinches at the cheek were the dimple often appeared when smiling;"I'm not hungry, I'm already enjoying myself being next to you, sleeping with you. The only eating I'm doing right now is eating you up... but-" Dacre leaves time for a pause as he gazes adoringly;"If you really want too, I'll let you feed me first, by then I'll have finished this coffee and can snuggle into you while i run my hands through that head of hair..deal?"

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@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ I can watch anything, really- as long as it's not a documentary on rocks? We're chilling. *as you set up the show, I kept myself busy trying to munch on some of the toast that was prepared. after starting my second slice, I paused at your question* Yeah, it's a bit flat since I haven't put it up yet but you may.. only if I can feed you some breakfast though- I made four slices and you haven't even touched one?

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Dacre chuckles a little as the remote is passed to him by 'force' into his lap;"Aww, well you are. About to make me start my day good getting to be with you for the morning at least." As the caffeine hits him, he pulls up HBO and signs in. "Putting on the new true detective, night country, you seen season four yet?" As it plays, he sets the remote down;"Bit chaotic, little bit of thriller. Nothing too scary. Lemme know if you don't like it okay?" The more the he consumed of his beverage, the more the mind, and body awoke. He takes a deep breath, and just looks at Tim in their sleepy demeanor. They didn't know one another that well, but being very affectionate in the morning, he's straining not to hang all over his company. Without effort, having seen the two episodes for season 4 already, allowed him ample time to steal glances at Tim. Until.. "Do you mind if I play with your hair while you watch?"

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ A snowflake? Damn- I don't think I'd see a day where that was considered a compliment~ *laughs softly, my mind a bit too focused on the caffeine. hearing you call me out, I can't help but roll my eyes and push the remote into your lap. though my hand stayed on your thigh as I continued to sip my coffee* You pick what you want, I'm happy with all those options~ And yes, I'd love a cool trick

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ "I like to think so.." Dacre comments while leaning to sit with his side pressed into Tim. "I see a lot of people who pass in and out of the community.. nobody is anything like you." He turns to look at Tim while their flipping through options with one hand, and the other stirs their coffee;"You disagree? You don't think you're a little snowflake?" He states, unintentionally gushing a little as he pinches the closest arm. Dacre believed he could keep hands to himself, and in essence he could, but still, found himself making small excuses for the sake of touch. A lack of capability the company likely picked up on. Perhaps it made sense then why last night there was a little hesitation at staying the night. "Are you sure? You asking me but you're not telling me if you like any of the options I mentioned." A mused grin peeks behind the lip of the mug as he takes occasional sips;"Mm! That reminds me, wanna know I cool trick?"

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ You're.. so very sure of yourself for someone who's known me for what.. a couple of weeks? *reminds you with a cheeky grin before turning my attention towards the tv. I listened to your choices, casually scrolling through them all. only to land on a true crime section of shows and slowly flip through them*
Yeah, I have most stuff- tell me what you want?
*my other hand was busy adding some sugar and creamer to my coffee before stirring it*

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Brows lift in confusion when he is gently persuaded by touch to remain seated. Attention returns to the platter as the realization hits him that there was more than just coffee for Tim. “Awe you spoiling /me/? Now hold on..that’s supposed to be my job~” The commentary is playful as he goes about making his coffee with the offered items. As he’s told about the believed reasons on what could drawn him in, a guilty grin emerges while looking down to stir the contents;”You know, I’d say that’s part of it. But if I met someone who looked just like you, but didn’t act the way you did, or laugh the way you did? Mmm.” The expression that came over the face right before he took a sip of his coffee implied doubtfulness that even a twin could pique his interest in the same manner. “I like a wild array of movies, westerns, reality tv, sci-fi, some fantasy. I also enjoy documentaries about history, conspiracy theories. True crime, uhhh fake? Crime like NCIS-“ he pauses to laugh;”I dunno what genre NCIS is supposed to be but anyway, cooking shows are a big one but that makes me hungry and we aren’t at my house. Are we streaming?”

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ It's the pretty face and ink, and if you know my band? The finger skills *answers so matter of fact, though I was cringing on the inside at my own shtick. when you mention coffee, I was reaching for it jsut to raise a brow when you get up. a hand splays over your chest to gently push you back down into the space, bringing the platter over to set it on my lap so you don't haveto get up*
What kind of movie are we thinking?

@ᴛɪᴍ ʜᴇɴꜱᴏɴ ᶦⁿᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ “Yeah..” Dacre chuckled awkwardly in admittance. “You’re so..” there is a pause as he moves to get up and sit beside Tim as the food is being gestured too. “You’re just something else. I dunno why I’m so just..drawn to you.” He picks at the options. “Thank you, you’re sweet. Coffee though?” as a mention of relaxing with a movie, he grins while laying back to stretch with a loud grunt. “You’re speaking my language-“ with a heave he sits up, slow but steady, then proceeds to get up and hunt for coffee.

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ Of course I did- you were so restless. I feel like anytime I woke up to move and use the bathroom you were in a different position. *there's a chuckle, as I carefully lifted myself up and off. I thought it would of been more of a struggle to get you awake but you were bright eyed and bushy tailed. so I moved to sit down near the platter and gesture towards it* Nothing crazy for breakfast, but I figured we'd pop in another movie and hang out?