[Tav can only shake his head side to side, just barely because of his horns, and grunt against Dave's skin. His arms slip from around the other boy's neck, hands tracing down his sides, his ribcage with the lightest hint of claws, dull as they are. His lips move, feverish, up the other side of Dave's neck, passing over his own bite mark, tasting hints of blood—oh, God—and then his jawline, and without even really thinking about it, without hesitating, he brings a hand up and pushes those shades up by the lens, drawing his head back to look. Because he can, damn it.
Clearly, sex with Dave is working wonders for his self-confidence.]
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Date: 2011-12-12 04:15 am (UTC)Clearly, sex with Dave is working wonders for his self-confidence.]