[He's about to apologize, contrary to what Dave's just told him to do, when he finds himself with a nook full of Strider dick. Tav inhales sharply, lungs filling with warm air and steam, and his dick writhes against his stomach, caramel fluid seeping down around both their thighs.]
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[Incoherent noises are about all he can manage right now, but that's okay. Dave feels so damn good inside him; there's something almost novel about a dick that isn't covered in bumps and ridges, that doesn't squirm around inside him but instead stays and fills him just the way he needs to be filled.]
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[Incoherent noises are about all he can manage right now, but that's okay. Dave feels so damn good inside him; there's something almost novel about a dick that isn't covered in bumps and ridges, that doesn't squirm around inside him but instead stays and fills him just the way he needs to be filled.]