[Oh, god. It takes every ounce of self-control for Tav not to blow it right then and there; it's like a sensory overload, warm skin on skin and wet and Jesus the things Dave is doing with his mouth are fucking ridiculously good. He's torn between arching upward to allow more of his dick to slide into Dave's mouth and grinding down into the other boy's hips; he ends up doing a little of both, in time with Dave's thrusts, and he has to keep his head from falling back, since the weight of his horns is already threatening to throw them off balance.]
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fUCK,
oH, fUCK, dAVE,,