[His fingers keep moving idly over Tav's horns, though he can't quite seem to maintain a steady rhythm. His eyes slip shut behind his shades, and his breathing picks up a little.]
[Tav's thumbs rubbing along his bony hips are surprisingly good, and he can't quite keep himself from shifting into that touch - and maybe from wanting it somewhere else.]
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Date: 2011-11-09 04:07 am (UTC)[Tav's thumbs rubbing along his bony hips are surprisingly good, and he can't quite keep himself from shifting into that touch - and maybe from wanting it somewhere else.]