[Tav never really expected his teeth to be an erogenous zone, but there's something in the way that Dave's tongue slides along them that he likes. Likes quite a lot. And then before he really realizes it, he's nodding. Because whether he really knew it or not, he wants this. His fingers slow their movements, and then they slide along his skin until he's gripping at the side of either thigh. He cranes his head up and kisses Dave, lips only briefly tentative, before it turns into a kiss very typical of a teenage boy: messy, with brief clashes of teeth and tongues. And then he pulls back.]
dO, uH, dO YOU WANT ME TO, dO IT LIKE THIS, oR fROM BEHIND,
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dO, uH,
dO YOU WANT ME TO, dO IT LIKE THIS, oR
fROM BEHIND,