[For the first time since they started this...whatever it is, Tavros is silent. He hates that he sounds and probably looks like such a needy bitch, but he's making sounds of (hopefully) gruff approval and want, pushing his hips up insistently against Dave's. The tongue against his horn is another story, and his teeth grit together, eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to totally lose control. He palms his dick almost absentmindedly, and doesn't resist when it wraps itself around his wrist; the resistance of his carpals is stimulation enough.]
no subject
f, f, f, fUCK,