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milliways_bar - OOM dream the eighth, ninth... you get the idea
[OOC: Though it plays as one dream, it covers a series of days - about a week or so - and is oddly linear, but still, mostly a dream...]
Van Helsing is asleep in yet another borrowed room... this one at the Vatican where he gets some much-needed sleep as he awaits his new assignment.
As he sleeps...
...he begins to dream...
Van Helsing is asleep in yet another borrowed room... this one at the Vatican where he gets some much-needed sleep as he awaits his new assignment.
As he sleeps...
...he begins to dream...

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His tongue swirls around Gabriel's cock as he pulls away again, the tip of his tongue stroking the slit in the head, his fingers cupping his balls again.
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Too many sensations all at one time and too much thinking and he comes without warning.
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"How much further are you prepared to go?"
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Simple, really... he may still answer the question David asked...
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"I'm not fond of swallowing. Have you ever tasted it? To a vampire's tongue, it's worse."
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"As for your question... how far is there to go?"
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Images rush through Gabriel's head - just a soft rush. Nothing too alarming, too disarming.
"Now: how far are you willing to go?"
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Involuntarily, his hips rock up into David's, wanting... needing? And he moans; hands reaching to touch David. "Show me..." he whispers.
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"Gladly."
The first finger strokes him inside, and a second joins it soon after, scissoring to stretch him.
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A third finger, and all three of them stroke forward inside him.
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He crooks his fingers, not daring to press a fourth inside, although he knows he's much bigger than that.
"And this helps loosen you."
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But when David crooks his fingers, Van Helsing grips at David's hair, pulling hard as his head rolls back and he groans, loud and deep, vaguely aware that there is the slight possibility that someone might've heard him... dream or no dream.
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"I'm going to push myself inside you."
His free hand is busy pushing Gabriel's trousers down his legs, trying to get them out of the way, as he looks up at him.
"Do you want me-" crooks them again, "to stop?"
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"Why?" he asks as his fingers scrape down the back of David's neck, dig into his shoulder.
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His fingers are removed then, and the clothes are entirely out of the way, and he's positioning himself.
"Wrap your legs around my waist."
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Instead, he leans down, and takes Gabriel's lips with his own, kissing him softly as he slides a hand between them, fingers curling around him.
"I won't do this unless you want to."
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