[Tav is going to go ahead and assume that's a good thing, since that noise was definitely not pain-inspired. It does, however, send a jolt down his spine. Pulling Dave close and holding him there, he begins to grind his hips in experimental circles, bulge writhing and pressing. He inhales sharply, and it's not till almost a minute later when his lungs are screaming for air that he realizes he's forgotten to breathe properly, too caught up in hips and wet skin, and fucking pails, it shouldn't be allowed, Dave can't possibly be allowed to feel this good around him, on top of him, pressed close to him.]
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