[He likes that, the sweet glide of warm tongue against sharp teeth, and he catches Dave's lower lip as gently as he can, not wanting to hurt him.
Not without his permission, anyway.
It takes him a moment, caught up in the sound of Dave's breathing, the slow pump of his hand, to comprehend what the coolkid is suggesting. And Tavros blinks those large yellow eyes of his a couple of times, breathing shallow.]
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Not without his permission, anyway.
It takes him a moment, caught up in the sound of Dave's breathing, the slow pump of his hand, to comprehend what the coolkid is suggesting. And Tavros blinks those large yellow eyes of his a couple of times, breathing shallow.]
i,
yOU MEAN, uM,
yOU WANT ME TO, pUT IT IN YOUR,,,
uM,
aND,