[Tav bites his lower lip, hard, but it's not enough to muffle a sound that's half-chirrup, half-moan. His hips are pushing forward as much as they can without him sliding off the edge of the tub altogether, trying to get as much of himself in contact with that hot, wet mouth as he can manage.
It's official. Dave Strider is going to be the death of him.]
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It's official. Dave Strider is going to be the death of him.]
fUCK,
fUCKFUCKFUCK,
nGHSIF,