[Were he capable of true coherence right now, Tavros would agree with the magic attributes of Dave's fingers. He's done this to himself, sure, but never—never anyone else. His dick squirms against his stomach, coating the exposed skin in brownish fluid.]
i, i, i, dON'T KNOW,,, mAYBE YOUR, uHHHHH, yOUR BULGE,
[His voice breaks, because he's thinking about how fucking obscene that sounds, and dear God Dave is touching himself through his underwear. He squirms, wriggling his pants and boxers further down his hips so Dave has more room to work.]
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Date: 2011-11-06 02:16 am (UTC)i,
i,
i,
dON'T KNOW,,,
mAYBE YOUR,
uHHHHH,
yOUR BULGE,
[His voice breaks, because he's thinking about how fucking obscene that sounds, and dear God Dave is touching himself through his underwear. He squirms, wriggling his pants and boxers further down his hips so Dave has more room to work.]