"Had a different kind of battle up and planned. SEE IF YOU COULD MOTHERFUCKING OUTLAST ME with all the best crazy slow mapping what you all got." Even the shout is muffled into Dave's neck as he licks and sucks, rough and hard at the bite.

He rocks against Dave once, twice, before pulling back just a little and sliding his hand and arm up under Dave's shirt. His intention is clear as he starts to yank up, but he speaks anyway. "DUCK THAT MARSHMALLOW NUB or this will fucking hurt more."

Or rip Dave's shirt, but that shit's up and coming off in one way or another.